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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Three Borrowing the Sword(2/2)

These three-tailed poisonous flame scorpions have lost their flame tail needles, and they may not be much of a threat to Wang Li anymore.

And this method seems to make them lose their flame tail needles faster.

Wang Li's provocation had a very good effect.

At least these monsters with fairly good intelligence understood that their previous volleys of flame tail needles couldn't deal with Wang Li, so they had to be at least more violent.

In the next moment, the other two scorpion tails of these three-tailed poisonous flame scorpions also stood up.

Bang!

With a terrifying sonic boom, these three-tailed poisonous flame scorpions activated all the remaining scorpion tail needles.

Puff puff puff puff….

Blood splattered on Wang Li's body.

"You really can't do it."

But Wang Li's voice soon sounded.

After pulling out a few scorpion-tail needles, he directly pulled himself up from the pile of scorpion-tail needles.

Seeing Wang Li's appearance, these three-tailed poisonous flame scorpions were obviously shocked.

Their consciousness is a little confused again.

In their subconscious mind, it was impossible to escape after seeing a monk of this level, but another voice reminded them that the monk they faced seemed too perverted.

laugh!

At this moment, a blood-red sword light flew over.

This sword light completely penetrated a three-tailed poisonous flame scorpion.

"You're done piercing it, right? It's time for me to pierce you, right?"

Wang Li laughed heartily. He evolved into the Sun Moon Emperor Hua Ten Thousand Battle Technique and turned into a monster that was bleeding all over but could not feel any pain at all.

In his current state, his combat power has greatly increased, and with the memory relic as a guarantee, he is not afraid that his fighting spirit will be too strong and his life will be completely cut off by accident.

As he laughed wildly, streaks of bloody sword light and streaks of Xuantian swords continued to fall.

By the time these three-tailed poisonous flame scorpions felt bad, very few of them were still alive.

The panic of this kind of intelligent high-level monster will spread.

When the few remaining three-tailed poisonous flame scorpions here retreated in panic, the three-tailed poisonous flame scorpions in other monk positions where the spiritual rain occurred also received some kind of signal and began to flee quickly.

"You can leave if you want! Leave the Scorpion Tail Needle behind!"

Wang Li was very perverted. He used the Nine Heavens Stepping Star Technique to quickly chase the three poisonous flame scorpions in the northern area. He seemed to have turned into a mobile sword platform, with bloody sword light and Xuantian swords flying around him.

At the same time, the three-tailed poisonous flame scorpions he chased were also so frightened that the scorpion tail needles flew wildly. After dozens of breaths, he returned to the top of the formation with scorpion tail needles all over his body.

"Cool!"

His whole body was burning with fighting spirit, and he shouted excitedly while pulling out the poisonous flame scorpion tail needle that was like a natural sword embryo from his body.

This kind of scorpion tail needle is the same as the bone spur of the Demon Lord of Emperor Marsh. Although it is the spiritual bone in the body of the monster, it is transformed by the unique fine gold swallowed by the poisonous flame scorpion. This sword fetus is stronger than the bone spur of Demon Lord of Emperor Marsh.

I don't know how much, it's comparable to a sword cultivator's flying sword.
Chapter completed!
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