Chapter 922: The Background of the Veteran Nascent Soul Cultivator (Please Subscribe and Collect)

In this short time, the hammer that Miao Yi had sacrificed had crossed the distance between the two and appeared above Sun Mingsheng.

"Hammer, fall"

Miao Yi shouted loudly, and the hammer in the air fell straight down, trying to hit Sun Mingsheng's head fiercely to kill him.

"Banana fan, burn"

Sun Mingsheng would naturally not give up so easily. Although he did not have a clear understanding of the value of the earth blue iron spirit ore at this time, Shangguan Wenlu, Miao Yi and other monks of the same level had entangled with each other several times, so the meaning of this was naturally clear.

The reason why he agreed to Miao Yi's obviously ill-intentioned calculations and the so-called competition was, on the one hand, out of confidence in his own battle, and on the other hand, he wanted to clarify the gap in strength between himself and some old-fashioned Yuanying early monks in this battle.

The banana fan jumped out directly from the head, and a very pure flame formed a pillar-like thickness and gushed up, colliding directly with the hammer that was good at frontal collision.

"Fourth-level low-grade fake spiritual treasure? The auction has not yet been held, where did you buy the fake spiritual treasure?"

The banana fan may not be comparable to the hammer offered by Miao Yi in the frontal collision with power, but the gap between the two sides is not irreparable, and they just have slightly different emphases in their respective areas of expertise.

This long-accumulated fire column resisted the incoming hammer-shaped fake spiritual treasure from bottom to top, but it did not last too long before it suddenly exploded and turned into a sky full of stars and dissipated.

But the existence of the fire column also lasted for a long time. Sun Mingsheng's figure had already retreated in this time, and the two sides were at a relatively safe distance.

With the banana fan in hand, the difference between Sun Mingsheng and Miao Yi in cultivation strength was greatly reduced. If the opponent wanted to defeat him, he still needed to find another strategy.

"Spiritual fire, gather"

Sun Mingsheng was naturally not a person who would just take a beating without fighting back. The fire pillars were shattered under the frontal pressure of the hammer, but the spiritual fire itself did not disappear. As he used various hand gestures, small fire pillars quickly took shape, just like ropes that had been tempered and formed. With a light turn in the air, they were tied to the hammer that Miao Yi was chasing from different directions.

Perhaps a red rope with a spiritual root would not have any substantial effect on this fourth-level low-grade fake spiritual treasure, but when the number reached a hundred or more, the power generated would not be underestimated. At critical moments, it could drag the direction of its attack to a certain extent, and Sun Mingsheng could also take this opportunity to dodge.

"Huh"

The Banana Fan was entangled with the hammer with the help of the fire rope in the sky, and the Banana Fan itself once again raised waves of crimson flames, and this time it was used together with the Three Flavors True Fire that Sun Mingsheng had promoted to the fourth-level lower-grade treasure technique.

The Banana Fan was already good at controlling flames, and after the Three Flavors True Fire was promoted to the fourth-level lower-grade, it had already possessed a certain spirituality. The two cooperated with each other, and the effect was completely one plus one greater than two. The area within a hundred miles instantly became a world of crimson flames.

"Hmph, what can a few flames do to me? Today, I will let Brother Sun know whether he has ever been stationed at the boundary. The gap is so obvious."

Since the outbreak of the battle, Miao Yi's goal has not been achieved under various means of response and borrowing power, but instead presented a scene of equal strength, which made him particularly unacceptable.

"The winner of a competition is the king. If you have other means, just use them. Don't hold back. Otherwise, how can you get the right to garrison the Tulan Jingtie Ling Mine?"

Sun Mingsheng's words were full of contempt. The battle had reached this point, so there was no need to hide any more.

Miao Yi's purpose of this trip was to seize the right to garrison the Tulan Jingtie Ling Mine. It involved the competition for the future of both sides. Naturally, there was no room for easing. As the saying goes, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.

"Since Sun Daoyou said this, I will not be polite. If you can't win, surrender. I can guarantee your life safety."

Miao Yi's words also revealed a truly ferocious face, and a kind of uncontrollable murderous aura was faintly revealed. As for the so-called words of saving his life, they were naturally not trustworthy.

If Sun Mingsheng was not strong enough, this Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Miao, who had ulterior motives, would not hesitate at all and severely injure or even kill him at the critical moment, wearing away his spiritual consciousness.

Miao Yi's face was ashen. Relying on the absolute defense of his inner armor, he did not take the burning and erosion of the flames in the sky seriously at all. He used all his strength to control the hammer-shaped fake spiritual treasure to launch several heavy blows in succession.

However, with the help of the fire rope, Sun Mingsheng seemed to be in a mess, but he could always escape from the attack range at the critical moment and did not suffer too obvious injuries.

"Swoosh"

As a veteran Nascent Soul cultivator who had been stationed at the boundary several times, Miao Yi's strength was naturally not that simple.

Seeing that several attacks had failed to achieve the intended goal, he actually used the third fake spiritual treasure in addition to the inner armor and hammer. More than ten flying knives made of unknown spiritual materials, about the size and thickness of the ring finger, turned into streams of light and rushed straight to Sun Mingsheng from different directions.

Whether it is a magic weapon or a fake spiritual treasure, the complete set is slightly better in terms of its own value and offensive power. This kind of flying knife is the best among them, good at rapid attack.

"There is actually a fourth fake spiritual treasure (including the auxiliary fake spiritual treasure Nine Halo Pearl String as a prize)?"

When this set of fake spiritual treasures appeared, Sun Mingsheng's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. Just in terms of the equipment of fake spiritual treasures, the gap between the new Yuanying stage cultivator and the old cultivator is so far away, just like a rich man and a beggar.

Just for Sun Mingsheng, if he had not obtained the remains of the Black Water Mystic Snake, it would have been impossible to exchange the Banana Fan from the Nascent Soul Alliance in such a short time.

And Miao Yi was just a casual cultivator, without the support of his family or sect, but he still had such a heavy family background. If it were replaced by other cultivators, wouldn’t the gap between the two sides be more obvious?

"Banana Fan, go"

Although Sun Mingsheng only had a fake spiritual treasure, he did not show any fear in the face of this series of attacks. The Banana Fan's originally wide and large crimson fan blades also became more flexible. Before the flying knives came, they surrounded Sun Mingsheng in circles.

"Dangdangdang"

With the sound coming, these fierce flying knives were blocked by layers of banana fans and exhausted. Only one or two core ones broke through the obstacles and left a penetrating wound on his left and right abdomen.