Chen Ping had to avoid the edge for a while, and his whole body disappeared, but the attack of the spiritual weapon was aimed at the soul of the monk.

Even if you hide in the space, he will follow you like a shadow, but his strength will be weaker.

The space is sealed with a talisman, and Chen Ping cannot use any magic weapon.

The opponent's attack had no intention of stopping, and the attack of this spiritual weapon had nowhere to hide.

The entire space is like being controlled by someone with huge magic power, and a trace of breath cannot be emitted.

At this time, Chen Ping had almost no choice, and his cultivation power and qi and blood power had reached the peak.

For a moment, a faint phantom appeared behind Chen Ping, a phantom that looked like a real dragon. It raised its head and roared at the entire void.

At this moment, Chen Ping's cultivation level was definitely in the Cang Yao Realm.

Chen Ping blocked the attack of the spiritual weapon!

when!

The deafening sound is the attack of the spiritual weapon and the sound made by Chen Ping's physical body.

"Damn it!"

Chen Ping shouted loudly, and the aura on his body became a little weird.

Do you really think he is a soft persimmon?

Chen Ping's figure twisted in the void. When it appeared, it was only three hundred meters away from the master of magic holding a spiritual weapon.

Such a distance is only a blink of an eye for a monk from the Chuangying Realm.

"Go to die!

Chen Ping punched the void, and a faint dragon shadow popped out from his fist.

The shadow rushed away frantically, tearing everything in front of him.

boom!

But when it came to the sight of this magic monk, it seemed like he was blocked by a terrifying force.

Chen Ping couldn't help but say a very appropriate word. There was another powerful body protection weapon on this bastard.

Sure enough, the magic monk was covered with turtle shells and had strong self-protection ability.

Chen Ping's attack could not even be close to his body. This was the power of attack that could kill cultivators in the Juying Realm at will.

Magic weapons cannot be used, and powerful power cannot harm this magic cultivator. Chen Ping has finally gained more knowledge about magic and magic.

I have always been close combat, and even magic weapons rarely come in handy.

The murderous aura around him did not decrease. Perhaps he found that Chen Ping had no choice but to the magic monks, and several auras came towards Chen Ping at this time.

This is a completely blocking Chen Ping's retreat. These people cooperated very well this time. No matter who Chen Ping attacked them, the attacks that would definitely be caused by others.

Long Qingqing, who was dealing with six flying sword cultivators, changed slightly, and her figure was actually divided into two.

This is the soul clone of the cultivator of the Celestial Realm. If she does this, her cultivation level will decline. In her current situation, it is still very dangerous.

Moreover, her soul clone took away her natal flying sword.

choke!

The speed of the flying sword is too fast, faster than magic.

One of the monks could not hide and was torn in half by a sword. However, he was not dead yet, and his soul escaped, but was caught by Long Qingqing who rushed over and tore him hard.

ah!

The souls of the powerful cultivator in the Celestial Realm were torn into pieces and flew away.

Such a cruel scene was also a shock to other monks.

And they didn't expect that this inconspicuous monk around Chen Ping would be such a fierce monk.
Chapter completed!