Chapter 779: The Violet All-Eleven Clothes, The Demon Stick Plays the Fake

"You can compare whatever you want, but I'm afraid that your Zixiao Thunder God Sword is strong and hard on the outside, but it's just an embroidered pillow, which makes people laugh at me." While speaking, Yi Chu was no longer polite. As the magic tricks in his hand were pinching, nine apricot red flames rushed straight towards the Taoist guarding Chang.

The ancient poisonous flame is so powerful that the masters of the soul don’t want to provoke. At this time, no matter which of these nine ancient poisonous flame dragons flew to the body of the Shuchang Taoist, they could leave indelible traces on the Shuchang Taoist.

Facing the nine apricot red fire dragons that suddenly flew over, Daoist Shuchang didn't dare to underestimate them. He pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and the purple sword light rushed towards Yi Chu's nine fire dragons.

No matter how you change, I will only break it with one sword!

The Taoist Shouchang was using the Zixiao Thunder Sword, thinking about the master's advice to him before today. For a moment, a thousand-thousand-hearted spirit rose in his heart, and the Zixiao Thunder Sword even emerged like a long rainbow, breaking through all the methods and leaving.

The moment the purple lightning and nine ancient poisonous flame dragons intersected, an ancient poisonous flame dragon was cut into two sections from the middle. But at the moment the ancient poisonous flame dragon was shattered, the ancient poisonous flames formed a ball of apricot-red clouds, surrounding the purple night thunder sword in the middle.

"Ancestor Xueming, are you the only one skill?" The Daoist Shouchang pinched his finger technique, and thunder lightning struck the ancient poisonous flame cloud group, slashing the ancient poisonous flame hidden in the cloud group into the void.

"Although Xue Mingzi's ancient poisonous flame is powerful, it is still a little bit worse if he wants to trap Chang'er's Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword." The Taoist with Yu Ruyi embroidered on his chest said to Nishuihan with a proud look on his face. His appearance was not only sure of victory, but also seemed to have a hint of boasting.

Of course, this pride was not for Yi Chu.

Nishuihan's expression remained unmoved, but he nodded without comment. In his opinion, Yi Chu was not so easy to defeat.

"Since Brother Shou Chang thinks that this ancient poisonous flame dragon is not enough to see, let's change the routine and be careful!" Yi Chu didn't look angry at Daoist Shou Chang at all. He slapped his palms on his head, and a rolling blood cloud rushed out from the top of his head.

The Taoist Shouchang looked at the red clouds rising above Yi Chu's head, and his face changed. He pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword rose into the air, splitting the sword lights of the void and slashed straight towards the clouds formed by the apricot-red ancient poisonous flames.

"Sacrifice", the red cloud above Yi Chu's head formed a blood-red figure in an instant. The figure looked like another Yi Chu, but at this time the blood-red figure held a strange blood-colored stick in his hand than Yi Chu.

The blood shadow rushed straight towards the Taoist Shouchang. The strange blood-colored stick that had grown ten feet long knocked hard at the Taoist Shouchang's head like lightning.

When Daoist Shouchang saw that he had no time to use the Purple Night Divine Thunder Sword to kill the blood shadow, his face changed, and a black and red mirror was held in his hand by him. With the urge of magic power, a purple light shot out from the mirror and greeted the bloody figure.

The blood-colored figure slowed down instantly while the purple mirror light shone like a ghost. The Taoist guarding Chang held the treasure mirror in his hand, looked at Yi Chu coldly, and said contemptuously: "I thought the Master of the Blood-Crafting Sect has some ability, but it turns out that's it!"

"Is that right?" Yi Chu looked careless and smiled faintly at Dao Ren Shou Chang. As the magic tricks in his hand were pinching, blood shadows flew out from the top of his head almost at the same time. These blood shadows were like the blood shadows just now. On each blood shadow, there was a huge blood-colored stick.

The blood shadow came overwhelmed, and in an instant, within a hundred feet of radius, the Taoist Shouchang was surrounded by the rolling blood shadow. In the blood shadow, the Taoist Shouchang was not surprised at all. While urging the treasure mirror in his hand, he sneered: "It turns out that the tricks of Qianbao are exhausted. Even this kind of illusion that cannot be used is used!"

Before the voice of Dao Ren Shouchang finished, dozens of blood shadows rushed to his side. More than a dozen blood-colored strange sticks were hidden in strange pressure and smashed his body down.

The purple glow instantly rushed out from the body of the Shouchang Taoist, turning into a purple cloud, blocking the surroundings of the Shouchang Taoist. The Shouchang Taoist was very confident about the purple cloud, and thought that with his own heaven-level low-grade purple all-purple clothes, could he still be unable to stop these fantasy attacks?

Just when the Taoist Shouchang was dissatisfied, the big sticks were already slammed under the purple clouds. As the dozens of big sticks burst out one after another, the thick purple light was blasted out of more than a dozen large holes.

"Bang", the body of the Shouthang Taoist was instantly knocked away by more than a dozen strange big sticks. The a little dizzy Taoist, who had not figured out what was going on, had dozens of big sticks falling from all directions. As the shadows of the stick fell, the Shouthang Taoist felt like a ball, flying around in the void.

"Bang bang bang!"

The purple glow slowly dimmed in the shadow of the stick. Countless stick shadows had already hit the body of the Shouchang Taoist.

"Really, are these blood shadows real?" The white-haired Taoist, who was embroidered with Yu Ruyi on his chest, could no longer sit still. At the moment when countless stick shadows fell, they suddenly rose into the air. A white whisk unfolded instantly, turning into an endless silk screen, rushing towards the Taoist Shouchang.

"Wuyinzi, your opponent is me, why can't you forget your old friend?" Just as the Taoist took action, Qin Jianheng's heavy sword flashed in his hand, and the thousand-foot sword light came towards the white whisk.

With Wu Shengzi's move, two more figures flew out, and the sharp sword lights slashed, all of them came towards Yi Chu. However, as soon as their sword light flew out, they were resisted by the old monster who had risen up and the two of them.

"Bang bang bang bang bang", a sound like a tamper suddenly rang in the void. With this sound, the already faint sound instantly collapsed. The Taoist Shouchang, who had not even had time to shout out a scream, was instantly smashed into the void.

"Master save me!"

As soon as the little Nascent Soul flew out of the **, dozens of blood-colored giant sticks flew out of the void and rushed towards the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul, who had already condensed evil spirits, had no time to activate the evil spirits attached to his body, and was hit hard by giant sticks!

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