The **** knife did not pierce Zhao Xueer's body, but released a **** light, breaking Zhao Xueer's white shield that was clinging to her skin, and submerged into her dantian.

"Hmph, how could a mere complete set of magic weapons really resist the pseudo magic weapon that I urged, let's control this little girl first."

"This red refining divine light, even if the cultivator is hit in the early stage of the formation of pills, the mana in the body will temporarily lose control, not to mention this little guy in the middle stage of foundation formation."

A look of contempt flashed in Feng Hua's eyes, and after this **** light, the knife bent and shot at Zhao Qingtian behind him, trying to subdue the other two in the same way.

"what!"

Suddenly, a scream of pain sounded, and a terrifying power of blood suddenly erupted from where Zhao Xueer was, and a turbulent and terrifying ice mist appeared out of thin air and quickly spread out.

The blood light knife was rushed by this cold current, as if it had been hit by the ice spell, and its flight speed was greatly reduced. Then a white light flashed, and with a crisp sound, the pseudo magic knife was knocked out.

Feng Hua was a little surprised. With the power of his divine consciousness, he couldn't pass through this icy mist for a while, and the mist exuded an aura like a magic weapon.

And the pseudo-magic knife that was knocked into the air was covered with frost, and the aura was a little dim.

Feng Hua recalled the knife to his front, raised his brows, somewhat incredulous: "It's strange, it can actually dispel the aura of my pseudo magic weapon."

When Feng Hua was puzzled, the white mist gathered inwards again, and a pair of swords exuding crystal clear luster and threatening cold appeared in his eyes.

The corners of Zhao Xue'er's mouth were bleeding, and her hands were covered with frost. She held this pair of amazingly powerful swords and guarded them in front of Zhao Qingtian, but there was a hint of sadness in the depths of those cold eyes.

"Magic weapon? Or two magic weapons. In the middle stage of foundation building, how could it be possible to mobilize magic weapons."

Feng Hua was startled at first, and then showed greed.

"Okay, very good, although I don't know how you use the magic weapon, but your magic power is too weak to use the power of the magic weapon at all. It happens that I don't have the magic weapon at hand, haha."

After Feng Hua was slightly surprised, he raised the mana in his body, and the blood-colored light shrouded the pseudo-magic knife again, dispelling the frost on it, turning it into a ray of blood again, and quickly flashing towards Zhao Xueer.

"Little girl, the speed of the pseudo-magic weapon is simply beyond your imagination, even if you have a magic weapon... Hey, it's actually blocked." Feng Hua's smile just froze.

I saw that Zhao Xueer didn't say a word, waving the Frost Sword, like a ghost, directly blocking the flight path of the knife, the double swords folded, and stabbed the knife on the side of the knife.

The cold air of that icy long sword, coupled with the 30,000 jins of energy attached to it, easily knocked the knife away.

Feng Hua's face darkened, as if he didn't believe in evil, he continued to control the knife and attacked from all angles, but this little girl, who was not in his eyes, was always able to knock his fake magic weapon into the air at a very fast speed.

It was only at this time that he realized that when the woman used the magic weapon, she was holding it in her hand instead of using the object control technique to attack, including the simple and honest young man before, who used a shield to take his attack, all holding a shield.

Combined with the scene at this time, he instantly understood how these people fought.

Feng Hua's face sank. He pinched the magic formula with both hands. Five big **** hands appeared in front of him and quickly surrounded the pothole in front of him.

Just when Zhao Xueer wanted to break these **** hands, these **** hands suddenly dissipated, turned into blood-colored mist, and poured into the pit.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored mist covered the entire pothole, and Zhao Xueer and the others immediately realized that their legs seemed to be stuck in a swamp and it was very difficult to move.

Zhao Xueer exerted strength on her legs, and with her 30,000 jins of strength, it was difficult to break free from this enemy trapping spell. Their strength was simply unable to compete with the trapping enemy spell at the cultivator level at the Core Formation Stage.

She bit her silver teeth, raised her blood essence and mana, and continued to activate the Frost Sword in her hand, twisting it towards her feet. The icy aura appeared again, dispelling the blood-colored mist around her.

But then the blood-colored mist was refilled, and she couldn't destroy it in a short time.

Seeing this scene, Feng Hua raised the knife in his hand again, crossed an arc, and continued to blast towards Zhao Xueer.

Before Zhao Xueer took his fake magic weapon attack, his consciousness clearly observed that they were all small knives that hit from the side.

This woman's strength is great, and with the sword, she can use the greatest power to attack the blade of the knife, thereby knocking off his fake magic weapon.

Sure enough, after Zhao Xueer crossed her swords and blocked the knife, she immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. Obviously, even if she used the magic weapon, it would be difficult to take it head on.

After blocking this blow, Zhao Xue'er's face became paler and paler. At this moment, the frost on her hands turned into ice, and her two pairs of slender hands turned into ice hands.

The pair of Frost Swords also seemed to have no follow-up power, turning into two white beams and submerging into Zhao Xue'er's dantian. After that, ice appeared on her torso and hands.

These cold ice seemed to be contagious, and it spread to other parts of Zhao Xue'er's body.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xueer's arms turned into ice. At this speed, it only takes a few breaths to turn her whole body into an ice sculpture.

Fortunately, at this time, Zhao Qingtian moved behind Zhao Xue'er, his face was serious, and the blue light on his hands was released, pressing on Zhao Xue'er's back.

The blue mana was injected into Zhao Xue'er's body, and the speed of the ice's spread was greatly reduced. However, frost also appeared on Zhao Qingtian's hands. Obviously, this terrifying ice power also passed into Zhao Qingtian. .

Feng Hua outside the pit had such an expression on his face as expected: "I said how the monks in the foundation-building stage could mobilize the magic weapon. It turned out that they were sealed into the body by other monks in the elixir-forming stage."

"Although these magic weapons will not damage the host, after forcibly urging them, the magic power within them will backfire on them."

"If I hadn't wanted to capture it alive, why would it be so troublesome."

"Although Sun Huo died, but I got a pair of ice-attribute magic weapons, and these three monks with strong qi and blood, I have an explanation when I go back."

Feng Hua looked at the remaining burly man, and picked up the damaged shield on the ground with a resolute expression. He shook his head and urged the knife in his hand. In just three back and forth, the two shields were completely smashed. Pierced both of his shoulders.

By now, Pan Yan and the Zhao brothers and sisters, who had become half-ice sculptures, had no power to resist.

Feng Hua pinched the magic art, and released several blood-colored hands again, which merged with the blood-colored mist in the pit and turned into a huge blood-colored sphere, covering Zhao Qingtian and the three of them.

But at this moment, a pair of dark palms suddenly appeared under Feng Hua's feet.

There were sharp nails on the palms and five fingers, glowing black and bright, exuding a cold breath, pierced his mana shield at once, and firmly held his calf.