Path to Heaven

v1 Chapter 100: Chopping a hatchet?

"When!" The three-foot-long green flying sword pierced the green mask, but suddenly it went around, and behind Wei Suo, Wei Suo released a black black iron shield in time, blocking the green Feijian's blow.

The sparks were splashing, and the mysterious iron shield with almost the same defense power and cloud bone shield was cut directly by the green sword.

"Hoo", seeing this green flying sword as flexible as living creatures, lest Han Weiwei, who can't resist Wei Suo, turn into a fire shield beside the cloud-bone shield blocking in front.

"I'm going to defend with all my strength, you don't have to worry about defending, just attack him with all my strength." Seeing her doing this, Wei Suo took out a magic weapon and gave it to Han Weiwei, and once again inspired the young woman Xiaobian bell. Although the mask emitted by the blue flat clock could not block the flying sword of the monk in red, it could at least make the flying sword slower and give him a little time to react. The most important thing is that this green flat clock is a magic weapon of the aura class. After a mask is destroyed, you can immediately activate another mask, and its own carcass will not be damaged.

But when Han Weiwei saw the magic weapon that Wei Suo handed her, she almost cried, "I said Wei Suo, it's all about this time, you still have to joke with me, if you let me attack with all your strength, you will be taken away anyway. Give me the short spear in my hand."

Weisso handed her a large knife that seemed ordinary.

And even ordinary knives don't even need to be. The big knives are still rusty. They look as worn as they are.

As soon as we saw that Wei Suo handed Han Weiwei such a big knife, the monk in red with a face of Yīn Dou was also amused, "Boy, did you take your nǎinǎi chopper?"

"You just use it, so much nonsense." Wei Suo directly inspired a flaming phoenix, which surrounded him and called Han Weiwei.

Han Weiwei was speechless as well. He directly focused on Zhenyuan towards the broken sword in his hand and then cut directly towards the monk in red.

I used it if I wanted to use it. Anyway, it must be cut in half by the other party.

The monk in red did not put this rusty sword in his eyes, he laughed, and the green sword once again pierced the green mask and cut it on the black iron shield behind Wei Suo. .

With the sound of "Dang!", a crack appeared on the Xuan Tie Shield again. It seems that as long as there is another five or six swords, Wei Suo's Xuan Tie Shield will be cut into broken fans.

Almost at the same time, the rusty broken knife inspired by Han Weiwei was also cut on the black shield in front of the red monk.

"will not?"

What made the monk in red and Han Weiwei's eyes widened in an unbelievable moment was that a large burst of fire burst out on the small shield of Wuguang, and a thin crack was even cut on it.

"I cut!" After Han Weiwei stayed for a while, he instantly became elated from crying without tears. He reached out and issued a white ice dragon. At the same time, he excited the sword again and chopped towards the monk in red.

The ugly red monk whose face changed a little immediately ran like the same day when Wei Suo and her were fighting, but this monk Zhou Tianjing must have a flying escape technique. Three feet away from the ground, the speed is much faster than Wei Suo at that time, completely avoiding the white ice dragon she sent out.

At the same time, his hand took a shot back, and the green snake-like sword, like a snake, flew back at an astonishing speed immediately, unexpectedly, and hit Han Weiwei's rusty sword.

"It's miserable!" Han Weiwei exclaimed, and the proud sè also appeared in the eyes of the red monk.

But the smug God just emerged, and he suddenly solidified.

The rusty broadsword didn't get cut in two pieces as he had imagined. There seemed to be only a slight scratch on it. The great sword was still chopped on the dark light shield in front of him. His dharma shield cut a crack.

"This knife is so powerful?" When the big knife flew back to Han Weiwei's hand, Han Weiwei couldn't help but let down the rusty big knife.

Once the monk in red gritted his teeth, the green flying sword turned into a streamer, and once again pierced the green mask re-excited by Wei Suo again, and cut a crack in the black iron shield behind Wei Suo.

Although this big knife made him feel a little weird, but he can see that his golden Ufa shield can be blocked by another ten or so swords, and he still has other shields, as long as he can cut Wei first Suo's defensive shield, just kill him first.

At this time, Wei Suo did not panic and inspired a spell.

I saw a mass of turquoise air rolling over him and Han Weiwei, forming dozens of stone pillars with a thick waist.

The second-order stone pillar rune obtained from the horse face monk.

Although Feijian can cut down a large piece of stone by cutting these stone pillars, but after setting up so many stone pillars like a forest, the monk in red dress took off the sword, but it was greatly hindered and could not be as arbitrary as just now. Too.

"His escape speed is faster, and here is more empty. Your technique will not have great power for him. Don't use the spell to spend real money. Just use the magic weapon to attack." Wei Suo inspired the stone pillar symbol. When he said so to Han Weiwei.

Han Weiwei patted his chest very well and said, "No problem. Your big knife is not expensive. It will be fine for you to send it."

"Yes, then send this thing." Wei Suo's silent handed another thing to Han Weiwei.

Han Weiwei looked at it, and this time it was another piece of knife-like fragment.

But this time, she didn't tell Wei Suo again whether you were kidding, but the eyebrows that inspired this magic weapon.

"Weissau, what are you, actually emptied all my real elements."

But as soon as this thing was stimulated, Han Weiwei's face turned instantly white, and he quickly poured out two rejuvenating dans from the dan bottle Wei Wei had just given her, and swallowed them.

"Spirit?!"

The face of the middle-aged monk in red also suddenly turned white. A **** skull and a black light rushed in. He almost cut his golden Ufa shield in half, causing him to be in a hurry. A triangular shield with white phosphorous fire flashed out.

"Be careful, this is a spirit shield, made of bone phosphor slightly lower than the yīn phosphor sand grade, and it has the effect of destroying the magic weapon. Don't use the weapon to attack hard, use the spell and the spell to beat him." As soon as the small shield with white phosphorous fire flashed out, the jǐng voice of the old man in green robe immediately rang in Weisuo's ear.

"This is a spirit shield, and you can't attack with a weapon. Use spells and spells to deal with him first." Wei Suo immediately took out a bunch of spells and handed them to Han Weiwei.

"It turned out to be a defective fragment of a spirit weapon."

"So many charms?" The middle-aged monk in red saw her Han Weiwei was almost completely exhausted, and her face became a little more beautiful. When she saw Wei Suo grabbing the leaves of the tree, she usually grabbed a bunch of charms. , His eyes bulged again.

He felt the situation was a little serious now.

"Wow!"

Han Weiwei shouted in excitement and saw that she inspired a white and slightly blue spell. The middle-aged monk in red was suddenly surrounded by a thick white cloud within a twenty to thirty feet square above the entire head.

In the blink of an eye, the white clouds shone many times colder than the second-order ice sign, and countless ice cones that were two feet long fell like raindrops.

"Fourth order Ice Cone!"

Usually in the Lingyue City, the monk in red clothes was always like an incomparable appearance, and he quickly recovered the green flying sword, and at the same time inspired a red symbol, and at the same time, his hands were stroked and cast immediately. A recipe.

After being excited by the red sè, he formed a ring-shaped fire wall in his shape. But after his method was put into use, it turned out to be a water-like transparent light curtain in his body. This light curtain had the effect of the epidermis of the heart-eater elder. The whistling ice cone fell down and was bombarded. open.

After the ice cone fell, the cold spread, and within a twenty to thirty feet of the circle centered on the monk in red were all covered with a thick layer of hard ice, and all the trees and flowers were instantly frozen to death.

Although the defensive technique of this monk in red also reflected the strength of a monk of Zhou Tianjing, he was obviously afraid that he could not resist such coldness, and then inspired such a wall of fire to cooperate with his technique. law.

"What a prodigal pro!"

Seeing Han Weiwei beating the red monk to the ground, Wei Suo was crying without tears.

This mighty fourth-order ice-cone symbol was bought by the old shopaholic green robe just at Chengbei Night Market~lightnovelpub.net~ is the only fourth-order magic symbol of large-scale attack on Wei Suo. Others have characteristics, The higher-level Francis Weissau are all well placed together in a pile. This high-order rifle that I just bought did not have time to be placed. It was with his own fireball symbol and some of those killed by him. Some common law symbols obtained from the monk were put together first.

But he also had dozens of spells for Han Weiwei anyway, but she just put the fourth-order ice cone spells as soon as she released them. This is not a prodigal pro?

"Okay! It's good! The fourth-order ice cone symbol I bought is easy to use! Haha, this woman is very handsome, looks good, buttocks, even I like her a little bit. But Wei Suo you Why haven’t I heard that you have reclaimed her?" But the old man in green robe laughed instead, and finally said something that made Wei Suo almost fainted.

"Quick, take this opportunity to smash his Spirit Shield!" The old man in green robe yelled again.

"Continue to send the spell symbol! Hit the spirit shield in front of him!" Wei Suo directly pulled back ten or more spell symbols from Han Weiwei's hand, and even took one without looking to inspire it.

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