Chapter One Hundred and Three

　　 "Damn the dragon-lizard demon, dare to be presumptuous here!"

　　 Ma Huang shouted loudly, and the sound was trembling for several miles. The human monks who were fleeing backward heard Ma Huang's loud shout.

The silver light at Ma Huang's feet suddenly unfolded and turned into a very wide silver sword light. If you look closely at this wide silver sword light, it is composed of thousands of tiny silver stars, which is a little bit monstrous just now. The momentum of the waves.

　　 whizzed towards the place where Qian Xing was in a large cloud of mist. Thousands of silver stars would cover Qian Xing as the center of a radius of tens of meters.

　　 Most human monks thought that Ma Huang was killing the dragon-lizard cultivator in the mist.

　　 Qian Xing, who was the first to bear the brunt, was surprised.

　　 The three black-clothed monks who attacked him just now were all from the admiral's office. Now, the three monks had failed the attack, and the Xingmen admiral Ma Huang personally attacked him.

　　 Looking at the fierce power of the silver sword light, Ma Huang was obviously going to kill himself with a single blow.

　　 Did the Admiral’s Yamen find that he was the murderer who killed the Crown Prince Xia Jie?

　　 The "Thousand Bladed Dragon Scale Blade" can't be put out to resist. In the vast water mist, the monks are all retreating, and the vast water mist makes them unable to see what magic weapon they are holding.

　　 Qian Xing's hand flipped, a burst of golden light was released, and a long golden shield lined up on all sides was added to his head in an instant.

　　 This golden shield has about five feet on each side, and four golden shields are arranged in four layers.

　　 just blocked the unusually wide light like rain and sword!

　　 is exactly the "Eight Phase Golden Shield" that Qian Xing has not used for a long time after getting his hands.

　　 In order to prevent others from tracking down the clues of the "Moral Subtlety and Two God Thunder", he has not used this eight-phase golden shield.

　　 And today, this kind of misty environment is suitable to resist for a while.

　　 is also easy to weigh, how about the strength of Ma Huang!

　　 "Push, pounce, pounce, pounce, pounce,"

　　 Just like rain hitting bananas, the silver light rain hit **** the four-fold eight-phase golden shield.

　　 "Ou----" Qian Xing's clear sword light, injected into the eight-phase golden shield, trembling constantly in the silver light rain, no matter how good the magic weapon, the user must also inject mana support.

　　The pressure Qing Ning Jianguang felt was transmitted to Qian Xing's body, like a big drum, beaten by countless drumsticks.

The eight-phase golden shield on the top side only lasted six or seven seconds, and was beaten into pieces by the sky full of silver light rain, while the second pentagonal golden shield finally blocked the silver light rain, but it was golden There was also a piece of pockmarked on top of his shield.

　　 Fortunately, Qian heard the long-lost system prompt: You were attacked by the Evil Sword of Taiyuan Stars, with an attack power of 800 points, and your defensive ability 400*4=1600 points.

　　 No wonder, the protective power of the eight-phase gold shield is 400 points, no wonder it was broken into pieces.

　　Fuck me, this is just a sword! If you send two more swords, this eight-phase golden shield must be scrapped!

　　The level of Laozi's refining tools is still not good, this defensive magic weapon is a bad one, one less!

　　 This Ma Huang's mana is at least stronger than that of Tiger Xiu Shanxiao!

　　 Qian Fortunately, he is already a big shock!

　　 This person can't resist now!

　　 If this admiral's office knew that I was the murderer who assassinated the crown prince, he would definitely arrest him publicly and would not attack him in the name of killing monsters.

　　 During these few seconds, Qian Xing had already reached a conclusion.

With a sway of his hand, he put away the eight-phase golden shield, his body turned into a blue light, and he stretched a distance of hundreds of meters to the side, and then yelled: "I am Qingyi under Mi Lan, Master Ma, stop. !"

　　Speaking of ordinary people, people have already risen a hundred feet high and come to the sky full of mist!

　　 Ma Huang frowned!

　　 This Milan actually used this magic weapon to block her 80% mana blow.

　　 Moreover, this mist of water also prevented Ma Huang's Taiyuan Xingchen Evil Sword from locking onto the specific location of the target, and the range of attack was scattered, even allowing this kid to escape.

　　Since a sword was ineffective, the target of the attack had already flown out of the mist and shouted, so naturally he could not continue to attack.

　　 Ma Huang squeezed an apologetic smile on his face: "It turned out to be fellow Milan Daoist. This admiral thought it was the evildoer of the dragon lizard. I'm really sorry!"

　　 After finishing speaking, I didn't wait for Qian Xing to reply, wrapped in silver light, like flying deep into the shore.

　　 Sure enough, they didn't know that they killed the crown prince, but there were other reasons for them to kill themselves.

　　 Extravagant cute? As soon as this triangular face got here, there was something wrong with the monks of the admiral's office! This must have something to do with Mimeng and Mifan!

　　Qian Lucky has enough eyesight, looking back, Mimeng is standing on a large blue wooden raft, flying in the direction of inland!

　　 This big blue wooden raft is exactly the baby Mimeng used to resist the water blade. At this moment, as a flying tool, it has shrunk a lot!

　　 And, it’s five or six miles away from myself!

　　 must stop him!

　　 Qian Xing used Sanyang to open the Tai Fei Sword and threw it into the air. It instantly turned into a huge Fei Sword that was more than two feet long and galloped towards Mimeng!

But ~lightnovelpub.net~ Although the Sanyang Kaitai sword is a fifth-order flying sword, the reason for its high order is that the three blue-horned sheep in the sword have a flying speed of only 400 meters per second. Around it, it was not as good as the Hanxue Flying Sword cast by the Jiantong.

　　 Qian Xing was a little anxious, seeing that he couldn't catch up with Mi Meng, but a figure half a mile away from Mi Meng, who looked back frequently, caught Qian Xing's attention.

　　 Isn’t that the boy Zhu Yi?

　　 Ask Zhu Yi for help! If Mimeng and Mifan's ghosts are making trouble, this kid must not let this kid go back alive!

　　 Qian Xing hurriedly carried his skills and transmitted his voice to Zhu Yi: "Zhu Yi, I am Qian Xing! Clean and help me stop the guy flying on the raft on your left. I must have a good return!"

　　 Zhu Yi's figure clearly paused in the air, turned his head, and then continued to drive a ten-foot-long lightning, flying forward.

　　 "Six middle-grade fairy stones!"

　　 This Zhu Yi seems to be a master who doesn't see rabbits or scatter eagles. If he doesn't make a price, it seems that he will never make a move!

　　 Zhu Yi's body shape slightly slowed down, and the lightning that was about to surpass the big cyan wooden raft, suddenly slowed down, becoming parallel to the cyan wooden raft that Mi Meng was driving.

　　 "Ten middle-grade immortal stones! Don't get it!"

　　 Qian Xing gritted his teeth abruptly and greatly increased his offer.

　　The disciples who came here are definitely not the core disciples in the school. It is not so easy to accumulate ten middle-grade immortal stones!

　　 If Qian Xing didn't kill two monks in the foundation building period and got their storage ring, such a "generous" offer, Qian Xing would definitely not be able to pay!

　　 A bolt of lightning that stretched across the width of one foot suddenly attacked the blue wooden raft that was half a mile apart and galloping in the air with the momentum of thunder!