Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Wang Qiye's red eyes, under the blood-like moonlight, looked like two blood moons hanging high in the sky, emitting a tragic red light.

One of them seemed to be filled with endless indifference, as if nothing in the world was pleasing to its eyes; the other seemed to be extremely ruthless, and no emotion could stir up any waves in it.

At this moment, two defensive magic weapons flew out of his storage bag again, shining brightly. These two magic weapons and the one in front of him quickly formed a horn-like force, like a solid line of defense, and resolutely rushed towards the three bright silver spears that were rushing like lightning.

"boom--"

Three more deafening explosions resounded through the night sky, and the powerful impact force spread in all directions.

Under the impact of the violent explosion, the three bright silver lightning bolts had lost all their forward momentum, and the originally dazzling spiritual light on their bodies also became dim, and they could only helplessly retreat back into Tu Yangjun's hands.

A third-level cultivator who was secretly watching the battle from the crack of the door had already been fascinated. The spy from the Demonic Cherry Valley murmured to himself: "The bloody setting sun, the mirrorless blood moon, the bright demon stars, the endless night..."

Wang Qiye quickly glanced at his storage bag and calculated silently in his mind.

There are still 12 third-level defensive magic weapons left.

Thinking back, he originally brought 10 items with him when he went out, just in case. Later, the seemingly weak pretty boy also contributed 17 items, which was beyond his expectation. And the constables and guards also contributed items. After that, in the battle, although the process was extremely dangerous and defensive magic tools were broken in the fierce battle, fortunately, some were also captured and replenished.

At this time, there were still five meters left to the target. Wang Qiye's eyes focused, and two defensive magic weapons automatically floated out of the storage bag, flashing a faint light.

He took a deep breath and quickened his pace, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

He knew very well that every next step was crucial. These defensive weapons were his key guarantee in this life-and-death battle. He must rely on his wisdom and courage to make rational use of these resources in order to find a glimmer of hope in this crisis-ridden battlefield and win the final victory.

His figure appeared firm and resolute under the moonlight, and he moved forward towards the unknown future with an indomitable momentum.

Tu Yangjun's face was as calm as an ancient well. During the battle, he fought and retreated at the same time, his movements were skillful and steady.

As soon as the spear returned to his hand, he quickly poured his vital energy into it. He was well aware of the principle that "an inch longer, an inch stronger" in battle, and he would never let the opponent get close to him easily.

He just pushed hard with his hand, and with the help of this force, his speed of retreating instantly increased. At the same time, the bright silver spear shot like lightning at the Black Crow Taoist who was chasing him, and with this clever move, he successfully widened the distance between him and the enemy.

A defensive magic weapon exploded under Wang Qiye's control and collided with the attack of the bright silver spear. A powerful energy burst out and successfully blocked the attack.

However, after this obstruction, when Wang Qiye passed through the cloud produced by the explosion, he found that the gap between him and Tu Yangjun was still five meters, and at this time he only had 11 defensive magic weapons left.

"Am I going to be exhausted to death by this old man with white beard?" Wang Qiye couldn't help feeling a little worried.

But he was not discouraged and quickly stuffed a top-grade Hunling Pill into his mouth.

When Tu Yangjun saw his action, he became very alert, knowing that the other party might launch a more violent attack.

As his body retreated rapidly, the vital energy in his hand poured into the bright silver spear desperately. This fourth-level magic weapon seemed to have sensed the criticality and tension of the battle at the moment. For a moment, it shone brightly, as bright as day, and released powerful energy fluctuations.

"Lingxi Walk"

A dazzling red light emerged from Wang Qiye's whole body, and his figure suddenly accelerated, leaving a blurry phantom on the spot, and his body size instantly became twice its original size.

His speed was greatly improved, as fast as lightning.

Seeing this, Tu Yangjun pushed out the bright silver gun in his hand without hesitation, and then retreated rapidly.

With the help of vital energy, the bright silver spear split into four pieces, flashing with cold light, like four deadly arrows shooting towards them.

Wang Qiye acted decisively and temporarily closed the Lingxi Youbu. Then he slapped his storage bag and two defensive magic weapons flew out.

These two defensive magic weapons, together with the two in front of them, jointly faced the four bright silver spears that were shot at them.

"boom!"

There were four loud bangs. As soon as the explosion sounded, Wang Qiye quickly started the Lingxi swimming step again. His whole body was glowing red again, and he penetrated the explosion area at an extremely fast speed.

His speed was actually faster than the reverse-shot bright silver spear, and he gradually surpassed the bright silver spear.

At this moment, he was holding two swords with brilliant light flashing on them. With an indomitable momentum, he chopped fiercely at the old man with gray beard, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this strike to decide the outcome of the battle.

Tu Yangjun seemed to be well prepared, with a ferocious smile on his face. He quickly took out three third-tier spears from his storage bag and blew them up without hesitation, causing them to fly in the shape of a V-shaped figure towards the red shadow that was rushing towards him like a gust of wind.

At this moment, he knew very well that the battle had reached a critical moment and it was not the time to feel sorry for things. As long as he could stop Wang Qiye, maybe he could usher in a turning point and reverse the situation.

Seeing this, Wang Qiye cursed the old thief for being cunning. He reacted quickly, and the light knife in his hand shot towards Tu Yangjun like lightning, then decisively closed the Lingxi Wandering Step, slapped the storage bag, and three more defensive magic weapons flew out, flying towards the self-destructing attack magic weapons.

In this tense battle, he did not dare to be careless at all, as every action was a matter of life and death.

Tu Yangjun ducked his head to avoid the long sword shot at him by the Black Crow Taoist and exclaimed, "There's more!!!"

Since the two started fighting, he could no longer remember how many third-level magic weapons had been broken.

He knew very well that only at the moment when the third-level magic weapon self-destructed could it barely withstand the powerful attack of the fourth-level cultivator.

Now, this Taoist Black Crow has already destroyed 12 defensive magic weapons while fighting with me.

He recalled the battle with the 20-man army, and guessed that the enemy must have damaged a lot of their defensive magic weapons. He knew his own strength, and even if his soldiers were no match for them, they still had the ability to destroy of the enemy's defensive magic weapons.

At this time, Wang Qiye actually had few defensive magic weapons left. There were only four defensive magic weapons and a third-level spiritual weapon contributed by Master Zhou.

He was reluctant to let this third-level spiritual weapon self-destruct. After all, it was very valuable and might play an unexpected role at a critical moment.

Seeing that the old guy had even given out all the spare magic weapons he had hidden in the bottom of his box, Wang Qiye knew that the opportunity was not to be missed. At this moment, he had no time to draw the long sword behind him. He hurriedly grabbed an attacking magic weapon from the storage bag, and without hesitation activated the Lingxi swim step, and chased after the old man who seemed to have run out of tricks like a whirlwind.

Tu Yangjun was indeed panicking at the moment, after all, the opponent's attack came so fast and without any warning. However, after years of experience on the brink of life and death, he quickly forced himself to calm down.

He slapped his storage bag hard and took out the last two spare third-level defensive magic weapons.

Normally, he is surrounded by a large army and almost never has to take risks himself, so the two fourth-level magic weapons he has are enough to deal with most situations.

Now that he was out of the protection of the army, he deeply felt that he had too few spare magic weapons.

But he knew in his heart that as long as he could hold on until his bright silver spear returned to his hands, he would still be able to control the situation and the advantage would still be on his side.

Seeing three defensive magic weapons suddenly light up in front of this old man, a fierce look flashed in Wang Qiye's eyes.

He knew very well that a defensive weapon usually had to be chopped ten times before it would break. Although this could preserve his own offensive weapon, it was too slow in this ever-changing battle.

If a magic weapon self-destructs, it can instantly create several cracks in defensive magic weapons of the same level, but the weapon itself will also be scrapped.

However, at this moment he almost didn't even think about it. The two magic weapons in his hands were activated by spiritual power and their energy efficiency was maximized. Then he resolutely exploded towards the white-bearded old man.

Then, he threw out the two attack weapons that had just flown out of the storage bag without even looking at them, and he exploded them without hesitation.

When Tu Yangjun saw this scene, he felt his heart break.

Faced with the self-destructive attack that was coming at him like a storm, he felt that he was powerless.

At this moment, he had no other choice but to mobilize his energy again and condense a barrier in front of him, trying to withstand the powerful impact.

“Boom_Boom——”

The explosions came one after another, six times in a row, and the deafening sound seemed to tear the world apart.

Just as Wang Qiye grabbed the two magic weapons in his hands and was about to throw them out, a bloody figure suddenly rushed out from the explosion in front of him.

This person was Tu Yangjun. The power of the magic weapon's self-detonation had pierced his chest with two blood holes the size of bowls, and he looked extremely tragic.

However, he held the Black Crow Taoist Wang Qiye tightly, locking Wang Qiye's arms and body in place, as if he had used up his last bit of strength.

"No matter what you say today, you have to die here." Tu Yangjun's voice was hoarse and resolute, filled with endless hatred.

The bright silver gun in front of him had stopped at this moment, and a strange red light was flashing on it.

Under this blood-red moonlight, the red light seems particularly appropriate, as if foreshadowing the coming blood and death.

Wang Qiye was horrified. He never expected that this old man would fight to the death at this moment.

At this moment, he didn't need to look back, he could clearly feel the terrifying fluctuations coming from the bright silver gun behind him.

He knew very well that if the bullet pierced through him, he would have no chance of survival, and even the old man holding him would be pierced through.

But now he was being held tightly by Tu Yangjun, unable to move, and completely powerless. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and endless fear and despair surged in his heart.

The dying attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator is no joke. Is he really going to die here today?

Wang Qiye's eyes were full of unwillingness and helplessness. At this critical moment, his brain was working rapidly, trying to find a glimmer of life, but he seemed to be in despair and could not see any hope.