Chapter 170 The Power of Mystery

   On the other hand, Li Xuanjian is worthy of being a top-grade spiritual weapon, fully showing the style it should have, and taking the upper hand!

   I saw the flamingo transformed by Li Xuanjian was burning with flames, and swept a claws on the landscape painting in front of the white-bearded old man, hitting it until it dimmed, and dented a large piece inward before it could hold steady.

   It's just that although it has the upper hand, this landscape painting is a top-quality defensive magic weapon after all, and it looks like a top-quality magic weapon. It is not an ordinary thing that can be seen everywhere. It will take some time before Xuanjian wants to break through.

   The most powerful Li Xuanjian was blocked, the Zimu Chasing Soul Blade and the sharp golden sword were entangled, and Yaojin Gong's attack was painless.

   The white-bearded old man is one level higher in cultivation after all, and he has lived for such an old age and is extremely experienced. If he continues like this, it will take some time for Liu Yu to take him down.

   If he was relieved by him, he would not be able to escape and ruin his own affairs.

  Liu Yu's consciousness controlled the magic weapon and the attack of the spiritual weapon. He kept pulling the Yaojin bow between his fingers, and the thoughts in his heart were spinning rapidly, thinking about which hole card to use.

   Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden surge of aura in his spiritual sense.

  Under the observation of his consciousness, he saw that the white-bearded old man was quickly pinching the magic formula with both hands, his beard and hair were all dignified, and the surrounding aura was gathering towards him, as if he was about to cast some powerful spell or secret technique.

   What the enemy Xiu had to do must not let him succeed. Seeing this scene, Liu Yu's eyes lit up, but he was not surprised but delighted.

   Generally speaking, the greater the power, the longer the process of casting a spell and the secret spell, and the greater the backlash if the casting fails. Most spells and secret spells follow this rule, which is the basic common sense in the world of immortality.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, just like the "stunning thorn" in the magic trick, it can be activated in almost half a breath, and the attack speed is extremely fast. As far as Liu Yu can see, there is no magic weapon, spiritual weapon, The spell's attack speed is faster than it.

   Seeing that the old man with the white beard is in a big battle, if he fails to cast the spell, then the backlash will definitely not be light. Of course Liu Yu will not miss this opportunity.

Between thoughts and thoughts, the "stunning thorn" has been naturally used, and the invisible power of consciousness has been condensed into a fine needle by the secret technique. condensed to the extreme.

   It has the ability to directly attack the primordial spirit and spiritual consciousness. It is swift and concealed to attack, and it is impossible to guard against it.

The secret technique is condensed into such a small thin needle, which consumes about one-eighth of the power of the divine sense at one time, and even uses the divine sense to control the magic weapon to attack. With Liu Yu's current divine sense, this kind of mysterious The technique can be released up to four times in each battle, and if there are more, it will be extremely difficult to control a few magic tools and spiritual tools.

   "Stunning Thorn" condensed out from the eyebrows in about half a breath, and disappeared in front of the next moment, appeared in the eyebrows of the white-bearded old man, and stabbed directly.

"Humph!"

I saw the white-bearded old man groaning, and all the magic tools stopped for a moment before continuing to operate. The meridians cause considerable damage.

   "God consciousness attack?"

  The white-bearded old man spit out a few words bitterly.

   A smear of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, his Adam's apple swollen and he forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood, his chest heaving up and down quickly, obviously because of the backlash of the spell, he was seriously injured.

   But this person is a veteran base-building cultivator after all, and his spiritual sense is even better than Liu Yu's. The shocking stab can only make him absent for a moment, and does not cause much injury, which is far less serious than the magic backlash.

   At this time, due to the influence of the shocking thorn and the magic backlash, Liu Yu already had the upper hand in the situation.

   The soul-chasing blade and the sharp golden sword were unstoppable, and they beat the black iron rope and the earth wheel method to defeat, and only occasionally could they fight back.

The   Li Xuanjian Spirit Tool transforms into a powerful and imposing form for a while, and the burning flame seems to be a real monster and fierce and powerful.

   The moment when the white-bearded old man lost his mind, he left a deep trace, and now the landscape painting instrument is already crumbling with scars.

   Yaojin Gong's attack was not very effective. When it was about to fall on the landscape painting tool, it was easily resolved by the white-bearded old man who took out a stack of spiritual talismans.

   A shocking thorn received a miraculous effect and the situation was very good, and it seemed that it would not take long to kill the opponent.

   But Liu Yu didn't get too happy too early, lest there would be too many dreams at night, and just wanted to end the battle quickly.

   "While he is sick, kill him!"

   As Liu Yu's thoughts turned, two invisible needles condensed out and stabbed at the white-bearded old man. At the same time, the mana in his dantian and meridians was agitated, and the power of the magic tools and spiritual tools was output with all his strength and remained at the strongest state.

   Resisting all kinds of attacks with difficulty, the white-bearded old man's eyes flashed fiercely, realizing that he was at the point of life and death. He was finally stimulated to bleed, and he took out a talisman with a small purple bell painted on it with determination.

   But before it was too late, he felt a sense of trepidation in his heart, which was a warning from the strong intuition of the base-building cultivator.

   "No, it's that weird divine attack just now!"

  The white-bearded old man turned this thought in his mind, but he lost his mind before he could react.

   This is the domineering aspect of the divine sense attack. If there is no magic weapon specially designed to defend against this aspect of the attack, you can only rely on your own Primordial Spirit to resist. If the Primordial Spirit is too weak, the Primordial Spirit may even be wiped out in a single blow.

   Taking advantage of the man's loss of consciousness, Liu Yu controlled the flamingo that Li Xuanjian had transformed into, and tore it down from the sky, splitting the landscape painting in half.

   After that, without stopping, the burning flames swept straight towards the enemy cultivator.

   This time, with the two shocking stab attacks, the white-bearded old man lost his mind for a longer time, and did not recover until Li Xuanjian slashed the landscape painting.

   "Boom"

   But the spiritual weapon was close at hand, and before he could react, his head exploded into a mist of blood, and flesh and blood flew.

   "Plop"

   The body that lost its head slowly fell to the ground. The black iron rope and the earth wheel instrument that were fighting fiercely also fell to the ground because they lost the control of their master. Then the aura slowly disappeared, and the size returned to its original appearance.

   "call"

   Liu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, it was less than 20 breaths from the fight until now, but he felt a thrilling feeling.

  Fortunately, I won, I am still alive, and the opponent will fall forever.

   There was no time to rest, Liu Yu suddenly remembered something, a mouthful of Qingyang demonic fire flew out from it, and rushed towards the body of the white-bearded old man, turning it into ashes in half a breath.

   Controlling the Qingyang Demonic Fire and returning to his dantian, Liu Yu could feel that the flame had grown slightly through the close connection in his mind, but it was not as big as the previous burning of the purple-clothed cultivator.

   "Maybe because the target has died, and part of the vitality and soul have dissipated."

   Liu Yu guessed, but the situation at this time is urgent and cannot be overthinking.

   He put away the white-bearded old man's magic weapon, hung the storage bag around his waist, and carefully put the talisman into his storage bag.

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