Chapter 191: War (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

Although this battle was one-on-many and the opponent was obviously stronger, Sun Mingsheng was not too afraid. His first belief was to kill the Minggu Bird that was tracking his breath.

Only by killing it could the flying magic weapon and the family monks who had already escaped be guaranteed to be safe. As for the specific means of Minggu Bird's pursuit, Sun Mingsheng did not investigate, not to mention that it was too late to find out the reason now.

"You want to kill my Minggu Bird so easily?" The third monk had obviously anticipated this situation. A shield-shaped spiritual weapon that looked like rough dry bark was blocked in front of Minggu Bird in a flash.

"Dang" There was only a crisp sound, and the flaming blade that was ready to go directly hit the spiritual weapon like dry bark. Except for leaving a black mark after burning, it did not achieve the corresponding results.

The expression on Sun Mingsheng's face did not change at all. He opened his mouth and sprayed out three fire beads in the shape of a finished product to attack the owner of Minggu Bird.

Although the Fire Flame Pearl is only of the second-grade lower grade, it has already reached the top of the same grade, and its power far exceeds that of the Fiery Blade.

Since he could not hunt the Minggu Bird at the beginning of the battle, his attack target was naturally transferred early. There is usually a fixed contract between the spirit beast and the owner. Once the owner dies, the spirit beast naturally cannot survive alone.

For Sun Mingsheng, he only needs to kill the owner of the Minggu Bird in the early stage of foundation building to achieve the predetermined goal, but it only requires more means.

"Come on" The owner of the Minggu Bird is obviously not the first time to encounter such a situation. Facing the attack from the Fire Flame Pearl, he not only did not have the slightest fear, but showed an expression of eagerness to try.

The other two cultivators naturally would not stand aside and watch the excitement. They each sacrificed their spiritual weapons, and chopped at Sun Mingsheng from the left and right.

The quality of the two spiritual weapons is above the horizontal line. The cold rays ejected made Sun Mingsheng feel hairy all over, which obviously posed a considerable threat.

"Command" Sun Mingsheng still had an indomitable attitude, ignoring the attacks of the two spiritual weapons. Under the impact of the magic power, he continued to hit the owner of the Minggu Bird, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Just when the swords and knives on the left and right sides were about to hit him, a red snake and a fire monkey holding a head-breaking hammer suddenly appeared on their way.

The reason why the two demon beast souls did not appear at the first time of the battle was that they were waiting for this most critical moment.

If they were just fighting, they would naturally not be the opponents of the cultivators of the same level, but it was more than enough to entangle the two spiritual weapons from a distance and buy a little time.

The body of the red snake soul continued to stretch, like a silk thread that had been tempered thousands of times, tightly trapping the flying knives from the skinny cultivator who was also in the early stage of foundation building.

The Fire Monkey leaped, his arms bulging with the power, waving the Headbreaker in his hand and hitting the center of the spiritual sword from the mid-stage foundation building cultivator.

With a crisp sound, the spiritual sword shook in the air and passed by Sun Mingsheng. Except for an inconspicuous wound on the shoulder left by the sword energy, there was no other substantial damage.

At this moment, Sun Mingsheng appeared in front of the owner of the Minggu Bird. Three fire beads attacking in the shape of a finished product first landed on the dry bark-like defensive spiritual weapon that appeared again.

This spiritual weapon looks quite rough on the outside, but it is a genuine and high-quality defensive spiritual weapon. It is also the treasure that Sun Mingsheng has been searching for.

But how can the fire beads be compared with ordinary spiritual weapons such as the Fiery Blade? The three flame beads were like three red meteorites falling from the sky, hitting the dry bark that had already blocked the owner of the Minggu Bird.

The dry bark had no substantial damage, only three fist-sized dents, but the huge force carried by this attack directly acted on the body of the cultivator.

Perhaps the owner of the Minggu Bird had never expected that among the foundation-building cultivators, there were actually people who launched attacks comparable to those of some physical cultivators.

Unprepared, his figure flew away like a worn-out sack, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Huh" Sun Mingsheng was also quite agile, bypassing the dry bark spirit weapon that was already spinning and losing direction, and chasing after the cultivator who was flying away.

"Boy, how dare you" It happened in just three or five breaths, and these chasing cultivators had never expected such a sudden change.

The mid-stage foundation building cultivator shouted loudly, and the flying sword that had been regained control of flew and spun, chasing in his direction, but unfortunately the long distance between the two sides required a certain amount of time.

At this time, Sun Mingsheng had quickly closed the distance with the Minggu Bird cultivator, and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of hot flames, drowning him in it.

Under his control, the flames turned into red ropes. The robber cultivator had not yet exerted his own strength, but he had completely lost his breath of life under the burning of the scarlet spirit fire.

Naturally, the Minggu bird had no way to escape. The spirit beast that had been hiding in the spirit beast bag died at the same time as its master died.

At this time, the other two cultivators had just gotten rid of the entanglement of the two demon beasts' souls. Their eyes were wide open, and white breaths were sprayed from their nostrils. A feeling of grief for the death of the rabbit and the fox was inevitable.

The three foundation-building cultivators have been working together to kill the caravan for more than ten years. The cooperation between the two sides is quite tacit. This time, the unexpected loss of the Minggu bird is obviously quite disadvantageous for the later tracking.

Of course, this does not mean that Sun Mingsheng has already gained the upper hand in this battle. What he relied on before this was just to attack the enemy by surprise.

Being able to successfully kill a cultivator of the same level in the continuous attack inevitably involves some luck.

One against two, one of whom is a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator. Once they get serious, he will definitely be the one who falls into the disadvantageous position and is passively beaten. This is beyond doubt.

"Second brother, the enemy is tough, go all out and avenge the third brother," the disabled monk in the lead ordered decisively, his tone full of malice.

He took a breath and swallowed it into his stomach, and a sharp cold light shot out from the flying sword that had been chasing in the air, and the speed of the flying sword that was already fast suddenly increased by about twice.

This spiritual sword had been following behind Sun Mingsheng. After accelerating, it appeared in front of him in an instant, and there was no room for dodging.

Another skinny monk took out a brush that was about ten feet long, and it seemed to hold a thousand-pound burden in his hand. The ink was splashed in the air, and the word "trapped" quickly took shape.