"Boyant guy." Nan Xia snorted in a low voice. She punched the sky and hit the ring. Nan Xia stood up immediately. Long Mu had already untied the dragon-binding lock before she broke away.

Nan Xia didn't really see a person taller than him and was about to cut it off, otherwise the Zhong family would have been left with only a child with yellow mouth.

She found an excuse to come up and compete with Long Mu, but she thought Long Mu was in a giant genre. She saw that Hunting Xinxiu wanted to fight, but she knew that Long Mu was bigger than a cow, but when she fought, she was as annoying as a loach.

It happened that at this time, Zhong Fei struggled to move over with a large iron box.

Even if Zhong Fei found an iron car with wheels from somewhere, he could only carry an iron box and move it step by step.

However, Long Mu usually walks around with two such boxes on his back.

"Good come." The box entered Long Mu's sight. Long Mu was happy and reached out and waved his hand. The box trembled and opened a crack, and two weapons flew out.

"It's actually a magic weapon!" Yu Chengmo was shocked, and then smiled. It was common for monks to fight each other and hold spiritual weapons in their hands. However, this Long Mu fought with people in an ordinary body, and now he was surprised by the magic weapon.

After flying into Long Mu's hand with magic weapons, everyone could see clearly that it was two two-meter-long Fangtian Painted Ridge!

A two-meter-long weapon, if Long Mu, who usually shrinks, has a long weapon in his hand. Now Long Mu is four meters tall, but he is holding the end with one hand and like two short sticks.

"It seems to be interesting." Nan Xia was happy and waved his hand to recall the bamboo stick red knife that he had thrown away before.

Seeing the red knife, Yu Chengmo remembered again that not only Long Mu, but Nan Xia did not use magic weapons. Although both hands and feet were wearing bell-shaped spiritual weapons, they were just treated as decorations. Not to mention what role they played, Yu Chengmo only changed the bell several times when he saw Nan Xia.

The bamboo stick in his hand is either kicking or punching when he really takes action. The bamboo stick itself was clearly seen by Yu Cheng Mo. The sparse fine bamboos in the corner of Nanxia's courtyard, Long Mu used ordinary objects as weapons, at least with hard metal combined with exquisite mechanisms. Nanxia did hold a truly ordinary bamboo stick and defended it with the thick spiritual energy flowing with the blood.

Feared, Yu Chengmo might no longer dare to look at Nan Xia.

Fang Tian's painting halberd was held in his hand like a short stick. Long Mu took the initiative to step forward and waved his weapon. The first move came from top to bottom.

Nan Xia held a knife in one hand and went forward to meet him.

Ding! Fang Tian's painting halberd collided with the bamboo stick and the red knife, and it actually stalemate for a moment.

Long Mu had two Fang Tian Hua Ji, and the other one swept across at this time.

Nanxia pushed away the previous one, quickly turned around and pushed the knife block to block the next one, then took two steps back, but Long Mu did not pursue him.

Nanxia pulled out another bamboo stick from the space bag, and made another blood-colored red knife as usual.

The two of them stepped forward together, and the weapons in their hands kept colliding.

Ping Ping Pong Pong...

"The viewing effect is pretty good." Yu Chengmo's hand reached out to Guazi again: "But why is something wrong..."

"Are we really watching the monks fight?" Zhuan Qianqian also said in confusion: "Where is the spell? Why do two warriors seem to be fighting?"

Because in this era, everyone has the opportunity to test their talents. Now every talented person will practice. People without talent will be at ease to be a mortal and take their children to test their talents in the future. Therefore, compared with the past era, warriors are much rarer than monks, so warriors fight against each other is less common than monks.

"The speed and strength of the warriors wielding weapons are not as strong as the two of them, and the viewing ability is still higher." Yu Chengmo complained honestly: "It's just that both of them chose to fight, and I can't see them exerting their full strength."

Nan Xia waved the red knife because he had to take into account the ability of the bamboo stick to bear, and the power he used was obviously much worse than the direct punching. According to Zhuan Qianqian's speculation, Long Mu should have had a dragon-slaying weapon that he had not taken out. Not to mention another iron box, the large iron box pulled by Zhong Fei seemed to be as simple as two Fangtian Huaji.

But unlike Long Mu's dragon robe that can be observed at will with his spiritual sense, the iron box itself is also a spiritual weapon, and the most basic function of isolating the spiritual sense is still there.

Generally speaking, the isolation effect of spiritual weapons and even magical weapons should not stop cultivators in the Mahayana stage. Unfortunately, Yu Chengmo is a good guy. Although he has levels, he does not have skills, and he only has the most superficial application of spiritual consciousness.

Yu Chengmo is really looking forward to whether the girl who exerted all her strength and the giant who dispatched dragon-slaying weapons would destroy the world and turn Baihezhou into the second Star Sea Island?

It shouldn't be true. The legend that Zhuan Qianqian told should be that the true dragon and the ancestors of the Yulong family fought each other, and then the Baihe Prefecture of a Baihe River was now like a diversion of hundreds of rivers.

However, it’s just that two people on the field limit their strength, and the collision of weapons is actually a big deal.

Long Mu was originally a giant body, holding two two-meter "short sticks" in his hand, and he used a large-scale martial arts technique. The attack radius was extremely huge, but it did not lose its turnover. Under the suppression of the nine-level magic array of Nanxia, ​​Nanxia could not be within the range of his weapons.

Nanxia gives people the feeling that she is affected by the red lights all over her body. Her sword technique seems to be a bit crazy, and gradually she can't hold back the power. Every step and every collision, the ring is trembling.

"Crack." A crisp sound interrupted the battle between the two people. Long Mu looked at the half-piece of bamboo stick in Nan Xia's hand - Nan Xia's "knife" broke.

Everyone who watched this game thought Nan Xia would take another bamboo stick out of the space bag, but Nan Xia did not do this. Instead, he used another knife to swing two sword energy into the air. As a result, the sword energy drew a bend in the air and flew back. At the same time, Nan Xia threw down two bamboo sticks in his hand, and his white palms faced his sword energy, causing two deep blood marks to appear in the palm.

The blood containing abundant spiritual energy flowed down, and Nanxia picked up the complete bamboo stick.

Holding the bamboo stick in both hands, the blood flowed along the bamboo stick, but it did not drip, but instead meandered on the bamboo stick, finally forming a circle of things like pattern.

One of the formations has two uses. One is to arrange magic arrays on the battlefield. Mei Minghao used this way. Nanxia's nine-level magic array is the best in this move. The second use is to design spiritual weapons and array patterns of magic weapons, which are one of the necessary conditions for refining spiritual weapons and magic weapons.

"The blood spirit body can actually use blood to strengthen weapons." The real person of the giant beast looked at Nan Xia's hand with great blood. The red spiritual energy seemed to be a substance, a bit longer than before, and said, "I haven't heard of it before."
Chapter completed!