Main Text Chapter 110 Bloodbath at Spirit Sword Pavilion (Part 2)
The ore pickaxe was stagnant in the sky above the hall, emitting a dazzling red light. No matter how hard Ishikawa tried, he could not control it even half an inch.
"Is this weird?" Ishikawa thought to himself, "What has happened to this magic weapon? Why does it not obey orders?"
To be honest, although this mining pick is a bit ugly, it is basically indestructible against most magic weapons and is very practical. In recent days, Ishikawa has been using it very smoothly. This sudden change made Ishikawa uncomfortable for a while.
But since this was the case, Ishikawa stopped caring about it and casually took out a high-grade black iron sword and attacked Huang Fengxiao.
At the same time, a golden talisman of immobilization was also played in his hand.
Huang Fengxiao's upper body stagnated, and the Tianyuan puppet immediately found an opportunity and struck hard with its eight arms.
"Hey!" Several crisp golden sounds.
There were actually several shallow scars on the Tianyuan puppet's arms.
"Red Copper?" Huang Fengxiao shouted loudly: "I understand, I understand. He actually used red copper to repair the Tianyuan Puppet, and then advanced the Tianyuan Puppet to the fourth level of the Qi Training Stage?"
Huang Fengxiao looked at these four huge Tianyuan puppets, and his expression changed even more. If they were really repaired with red copper, the red copper used by these four Tianyuan puppets would probably last them more than ten years in Lingjian Pavilion.
"Who are you, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Huang Fengxiao felt a little confused in his heart. The Taoist in Tsing Yi in front of him put a lot of pressure on him.
"It doesn't matter who I am. It's useless if you know it anyway." Ishikawa found that Huang Fengxiao was not that easy to deal with. Eighteen flying swords protected his body and eighteen flying swords defended the enemy. According to Long Yanning's instructions, Speaking of which, Huang Fengxiao should have thirty-six flying swords that he has not yet used.
If they are displayed at the same time, how strong will they be?
Ishikawa's face changed slightly, and he thought to himself: "No, this battle cannot be delayed, it must be fought quickly!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Four or five high-grade black iron swords attacked at the same time.
"If you only have this little ability, just capture them as soon as possible, and I can leave you with a whole body." Huang Fengxiao looked at these high-grade black iron swords and laughed.
Huang Fengxiao laughed, he certainly had his capital, and just a few high-grade black iron swords could not cause any harm to him. Although his flying sword is only a middle-grade magic weapon, its quantity is the best.
Huang Fengxiao shouted loudly, his face turned pale, and eighteen more flying swords flew out from his cuffs. And these eighteen swords are all top-grade magical weapons.
Ishikawa's face was horrified. He didn't expect Huang Fengxiao to have such a powerful method. He just heard Huang Fengxiao outside saying that he could deal with monks at the tenth level of Qi training. He thought he was bragging. Now he saw Huang Fengxiao control at the same time. Fifty-four flying swords are really powerful enough to fight against a monk at the tenth level of Qi training stage.
At the same time, Ishikawa also secretly lamented Huang Fengxiao's powerful spiritual will.
With Ishikawa's current divine will, it far exceeds that of an ordinary monk at the ninth level of Qi training, and he can control no more than ten magic weapons at the same time. However, Huang Fengxiao actually manipulated fifty-four magical weapons with ease, which made Ishikawa sigh.
The eighteen high-grade magic weapons almost merged into one, and collided with Ishikawa's high-grade black iron sword. Two of the black iron swords broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
The remaining ones were also seriously injured.
"Haha..." Huang Fengxiao's pale face showed a ferocious smile.
Ishikawa watched thirty flying swords attack him, throwing several immobilizing golden talismans and stagnation talisman seals, but he pulled away to dodge. At the same time, he controlled the damaged high-grade black iron swords to attack Huang Fengxiao.
"You overestimate your capabilities!" Huang Fengxiao sneered, manipulating thirty-six flying swords to pursue Ishikawa. At the same time, the eighteen flying swords used to protect the body are the top-grade black iron swords used to deal with Ishikawa.
"Bang! Bang!" Several more high-grade black iron swords were shattered and fell to the ground.
In an instant, there was only a flying sword that emitted a faint blue light.
With a flash of blue fluorescence, the sword suddenly escaped for more than ten feet and jumped directly to Huang Fengxiao's side.
Huang Fengxiao's face was horrified. His mind had already controlled fifty-four flying swords, and his movements were naturally much slower.
"Poof!" A sword pierced his shoulder, causing blood to flow out.
"You want to die!" Huang Fengxiao shouted angrily, and eighteen more high-grade flying swords flew out of his cuffs.
At this time, the number of flying swords Huang Fengxiao was controlling at the same time actually reached seventy-two, of which thirty-six were high-grade magical weapons and thirty-six were medium-grade magical weapons.
After forcing the magic sword that stabbed him away, Huang Fengxiao swallowed a few pills. His face became even paler.
Ishikawa had already cast the Golden Talisman of Speed, his steps increased several times, and he used his extremely agile body skills to dodge the pursuit of thirty-six flying swords. At this time, Ishikawa slowly began to pay attention to the changes in Huang Fengxiao.
Among the several high-grade black iron swords that Ishikawa just took out, there is secretly the Nether Earth Sword that he got at the auction. The main task of the high-grade black iron sword is to protect the Nether Earth Sword. In addition, the damage of the high-grade black iron sword is even more serious. Huang Fengxiao was paralyzed and thought that Ishikawa was nothing more than that. But he didn't expect that Ishikawa actually had a Netherland Sword.
"What's going on?" Huang Fengxiao couldn't stop the bleeding from the wound no matter what method he used. And a kind of coldness slowly traveled through his body.
In just one stick of incense, Huang Fengxiao's pace has slowed down a lot.
Ishikawa knew in his heart that Huang Fengxiao's control of seventy-two magic swords naturally consumed a lot of spiritual consciousness. As long as he delayed for a moment, Huang Fengxiao would definitely not be able to hold on.
In addition, the cold poison of the Nether Sword will also spread in Huang Fengxiao's body. This cold poison cannot be expelled without the true fire of the foundation-building cultivator. This is why Ishikawa bought the Nether Sword at all costs.
It increases the chances of winning against cultivators below the foundation-building stage.
While walking around with Huang Fengxiao, Ishikawa focused on the mining pick. The outer surface of the mining pick seemed to be slowly melting, and the blood on it slowly merged into it. Ishikawa tried to put it back into the storage bag, but his mind was like a drop in the ocean, and he couldn't control it at all.
Within a quarter of an hour, Huang Fengxiao could no longer hold on. His face turned pale and there were layers of sweat on his forehead.
"I want your life!" Huang Fengxiao said viciously.
Seventy-two flying swords formed a huge sword formation, circling around Huang Fengxiao's body, and the spiritual power in the whole room seemed to flow into the sword formation.
Ishikawa's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but think of Chu Yunfei's bright silver sword, which seemed to have the same effect.
The veins on Huang Fengxiao's forehead bulged, and he shouted: "Fast!"
Seventy-two flying swords attacked at the same time, shooting towards Ishikawa. Judging from Huang Fengxiao's behavior and tone, he seemed to be trying his best to fight Ishikawa to the death.
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