The Nascent Soul Ancestor was angry, and the momentum of his attack was indeed shocking.

Qin Yan hid in the silkworm cocoon and couldn't help but stare at it.

He planned to refine the power of heavenly thunder with all his heart, after all, there are priorities.

But soon he found that he didn't have to be so anxious.

Although the cocoon contains a lot of thunder power, the speed of transporting it to him is not fast at all. He can completely refine it while watching the battle.

It is rare to have a good opportunity. You should know that stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade, not to mention that the ancestor of the Nascent Soul is the one who takes action. If you can understand something, it will be of great benefit to your subsequent cultivation and improving your strength.

This was a great opportunity for Qin Yan, but when it comes to several Nascent Soul Ancestors, the situation they are facing at this moment is unexpectedly dangerous.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

The sound of breaking through the air was loud, and the dense light blades whizzed out.

However, the old man with soap robe had no fear on his face, and instead showed a sarcastic expression on the corner of his mouth: "The art of transformation is really a show of success. Do you think you are the only one who knows this spell?"

He said it lightly, but in fact, this is a very profound magical power, and it must be used by cultivators above the Golden Pill.

If you want to truly achieve the perfection and perfection, you must be the Nascent Soul.

So he waved his hands and also made several magic tricks one after another.

roar!

As it moved, a shocking roar came to my ears.

No, it should be called insect roaring more suitable.

The surface of the Fangtian Painted Riven that he sacrificed was slightly blurred, and then disappeared in front of everyone. Instead, a giant python that was seven or eight feet long suddenly appeared.

"call!"

The strong wind blew, and the red python flickered on the surface of the giant python's body, and suddenly opened its bloody mouth.

Suddenly, a surging fire swarmed out.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The earth was shaking, and a huge burst sound kept coming to my ears.

The battle between the two Nascent Soul Ancestors reached a thrilling level almost at the beginning.

At this time, no one thought of wasting time. They were all about fighting quickly and decisively, and each strike had amazing power.

In the blink of an eye, the fight had been fought for more than ten matches.

The surroundings were barred to the ground. After all, the old woman was injured and was slightly at a disadvantage, but her face was not afraid, and she became more and more fierce when she took action.

Not far away, a complex look flashed across the face of the old man in blue robe.

The snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman gains profit.

These two men fought fiercely, of course they were desperate for him. It would be better to lose both sides so that they could easily laugh to the end.

But he doesn't think there will be such a good thing.

There is no fool among the Nascent Soul Ancestor. Although the two of them fought fiercely, they were definitely in their hearts as clear as mirrors and would never forget such a simple truth.

So sitting here may not necessarily make a profit.

Must take action!

Otherwise, don't look at the two of you now, you seem to be willing to kill each other. Perhaps in the blink of an eye, they will join forces to beat them.

The old man in blue robe had no doubts about this.

A thought flashed through his mind, he gritted his teeth, stopped hesitating, and his whole body was full of energy and was about to rush forward fiercely.

However, at this moment, the mutation broke out.

The old man in the blue robe was about to set off, and there was no sign at all.

boom!

A loud bang came into my ears.

However, the ground not far from him suddenly cracked open, and a gray sword flew out from the ground with a "swoosh".

The long sword looked inconspicuous at first glance.

However, the speed is extremely fast.

With a sharp sound that broke through the air, he flew towards the old man in blue robe's throat.

Sneak attack!

Obviously someone is hiding in the dark.

But who actually took the chestnut from the fire and attacked the Nascent Soul Ancestor?

The old man in blue robe was shocked and angry, but this attack came suddenly, completely beyond his expectations.

There is no time to hide!

"It's a treasure of the Nascent Soul level."

In an instant, he also recognized the extraordinaryness of this gray sword.

But it was useless. In an anxious manner, he could only sacrifice a talisman.

But it's not a question of panic.

As an old monster at the Nascent Soul level, he has experienced countless bloody storms. Who hasn't had any tricks to save his life along the way?

This talisman is also inconspicuous, but its value is extraordinary, enough to block the full-strength attack of a peak monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

There is even a little extra effort.

So he is confident that he can get rid of danger.

Sure enough, as the talisman was sacrificed, the spirit light shone brightly, and a light shield suddenly appeared in front of him.

The shield was not big, but it just blocked the flying sword's way.

If the flying sword wants to bypass it, it will lose some time.

When a master fights, he only strives for a little while. As long as there is this little gap, it will be enough for the old man in the blue robe to escape.

The opponent is worthy of being an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage. Although it has become hasty, the response is not at all. You can attack and retreat and defend. The only regret is that you waste a precious talisman.

However, things were not so easy.

Whoosh...

The sound of breaking through the air became more and more harsh.

Facing the shield that looked very defensive, the gray flying sword remained unchanged.

The next moment, he thrust hard on it.

"idiot!"

The old man in blue robe had no fear on his face.

He was confident in the defense of the talisman and really thought that he could defeat his treasure with one blow?

Too naive!

However, even though he thought about this in his mind, his movements were not slow at all, and he quickly pulled back.

So far, he still doesn't know who was attacking him.

But he would not let such a bold guy go, and he would teach him a hard lesson in a while.

However, the thought had not changed, and his eyes suddenly widened.

With a light "puff", the shield transformed from the talisman, when it came into contact with the flying sword, was like clay and plastic paper paste, and was easily pierced.

The gray flying sword did not even change its speed. With a flash of inspiration, the old man's face was still filled with fear, but his throat was pierced.

If an ordinary cultivator had suffered such injuries, he would naturally have a way out of death, but the other party was the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, which would not have fallen so easily.

Whoosh...

A flash of inspiration, the old man in blue robe had fallen to the ground and turned into a corpse. However, just above his body, a Nascent Soul of about an inch appeared.

The face was exactly the old man in blue robe.

At this moment, he looked fearful and nervous, but his movements were not slow at all. He shone green all over his body and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared dozens of feet away.

Teleport!
Chapter completed!