"It seems that you have accomplices." The middle-aged knight quickly figured out why the two knights on the first and second floors of the underground were not here to support them, and it was obvious that someone intercepted them.

"Even so, you still have no chance of winning."

"You can't say that so much. My companion is very strong. The two knights upstairs are not her opponents."

The middle-aged knight said calmly: "I believe in my companions."

"Even if their opponent is a demon?" Yan Xiaobei smiled slightly.

The middle-aged knight suddenly fell into a wax. He was actually a demon. Just kidding. Every demon is a master of soul-playing tricks. It is impossible to destroy a demon without several knights joining together.

He reflexively wanted to support his companions, but his raised foot was put back on the spot.

He couldn't let the man in front of him escape.

Yan Xiaobei straightened his chest and walked forward a few steps, approaching the middle-aged knight, "Do you really not support your companions? They will die. That demon is not an ordinary demon."

The middle-aged knight's face changed with a ferocious change, and he was anxious and angry...

Suddenly, he took a deep breath and vomited all the negative emotions. The golden flames were burning more and more intensely, and the aura suppressed Yan Xiaobei's aura.

The collision of the auras of both sides made a crackling sound in the void.

His fighting spirit was as vigorous as a burning flame, and his whole body was about to become a burning fireball. Yan Xiaobei felt a wave of heat coming towards him, and the cells in his body trembled.

"I would rather fight hard than support my companions. What do you want to do?" Yan Xiaobei tried to use words to knock on the flaws in the other party's heart.

However, the middle-aged knight has no flaws and firm beliefs. He will never regret what he believes. "As long as I catch you, I can use you to exchange companions with the demons."

"Is it okay even if all the treasures in this showroom are beaten to pieces?" Yan Xiaobei continued to threaten.

The middle-aged knight's vigorous aura suddenly stopped. The endless climbing aura was broken by Yan Xiaobei, "Despicable guy, if you are still a man, you will fight me upright."

"I'm afraid he will do anything." said the mysterious voice: "You can use the power inside to crush this knight."

"The problem is, I won't use the power in the Buddha's bone relics."

"I'll help you." said the mysterious voice.

"Okay." Yan Xiaobei agreed without saying a word.

The mysterious voice was powerful for the first time, and an invisible spiritual thought emerged from Yan Xiaobei's pineal gland and turned into a bridge, connecting Yan Xiaobei with the Buddha bone relics in his hand.

Boom!

In an instant, Yan Xiaobei felt that the power contained in the Buddha bone relics in his hand rushed into his body with the momentum of breaking the dike, and his divine thoughts instantly conquered as much as three times.

Yan Xiaobei waved his hand and twenty-one small swords broke through the air to attack the middle-aged knight.

The runes on the little sword's body flashed, as if they were coming alive, constantly wandering around the sword body. The little sword traveled through the void, coming and going without a shadow. It was hard to guard against and could not be captured by the naked eye.

Dingding Dingding Ding...

Although the attack speed has not changed at all, the frequency has increased by about three times.

The middle-aged knight suddenly fell into a bad downturn, wielding the knight's sword, barely blocking the unreasonable attacks of twenty-one small swords like a storm. However, deep or shallow sword marks appeared on their bodies from time to time.

Whoosh!

A small sword attacked at a tricky angle, penetrated the middle-aged knight's defense net and controlled the air circle. The middle-aged knight saw a cold light at the corner of his eyes and raised his head reflexively. But he was still one step late.

The speeding sword left a shocking scar on the corner of his eyes, almost cutting his eyes in half.

Blood swarmed out, dyeing his eyes red.

His vision suddenly blurred, causing the already in danger to fall into an even more terrible crisis.

"Okay, that's it." The mysterious voice cheered.

——This person is so strong...!

The middle-aged knight originally thought that the other party was young and had less combat experience than he did. If he did his best, he would have a 90% chance of capturing the other party alive.

However, reality is like a basin of cold water pouring on its head.

The other party should not be a mutant, but a superpower, and his superpower should be...mind power.

Based on experience, the middle-aged knights calculated that this kind of strong mind is undoubtedly the most difficult person. They attack from multiple angles and cannot let go. Moreover, the twenty-one small swords are also very powerful.

If it is an ordinary small sword, your knight sword can be easily cut in half. After all, your knight sword is made of special materials.

However, the collision has reached now, the two sides have communicated with each other for no less than hundreds of times. The other party's seemingly slender and weak little sword was not cut in half by his own knight sword. Obviously, like his own knight sword, it has used very special materials.

A hint of fear arose in the middle-aged knight's heart, but the speed of waving the knight's sword increased again, and even gradually used the frequency of Yan Xiaobei's attack, reorganized the team and the defense circle became increasingly tight.

Splashing water will not be in.

The attack of twenty-one small swords was once again blocked.

The layers of sword shadows were like a circular aperture, covering the middle-aged knight.

Yan Xiaobei's attack did not work.

Several attacks were blocked by the opponent. Yan Xiaobei gradually changed the attack mode. If it is poor, it will change, and if it is changed, it will be clear. Yan Xiaobei has not had much combat experience. Now he has suppressed the middle-aged knights and has become much more courageous. He just regards it as accumulating combat experience.

The mysterious voice did not give Yan Xiaobei this time, and wanted to see how far he could do it.

Twenty-one small swords played diversified in Yan Xiaobei's hands. At first, Yan Xiaobei directed the twenty-one small swords to attack, like a storm, constantly attacking the other party.

Although the angle is tricky, there is no technical content at all.

Brief and simple.

With years of combat experience, the middle-aged knight easily defended, and the frequency of attacks became faster. The middle-aged knight was caught off guard, and even his eyes were almost cut in half. The blood from the wound damaged one of his eyes and could not see the little sword clearly. But with years of experience, the opponent accelerated the attack speed and once again intercepted Yan Xiaobei's attacks.

But now, when Yan Xiaobei started to play tricks, the middle-aged knight was immediately caught off guard.

However, Yan Xiaobei's skills were really simple. He combined twenty-one small swords with three or two, and suddenly separated when attacking, or two or three small swords flew out to attack, and gathered together when necessary. Increased strength.

Or maybe a small sword is hidden behind another small sword, and while the middle-aged knight cuts the first small sword away, the second small sword goes around his knight's sword and attacks his heart...

Although these techniques are simple, their offensives are getting stronger and stronger, and they are becoming more and more unwilling to let go.

The middle-aged knight was left with sword marks on his body several times and even was careless again, and almost cut off an arm by Yan Xiaobei with one sword.

Yan Xiaobei used his imagination of the Tianma action, such as the seven stars companion moon and popular Guanri, and he tried it all. The middle-aged knight was forced back by him and kept retreating. He avoided the attacks again and again.

He could no longer stand there and use Yan Xiaobei's attack.

As the battle results expanded, Yan Xiaobei was naturally overjoyed. Nine small swords united together. They formed a sword wheel, constantly rotating and flying up and down the middle-aged knight. When they saw the opportunity, they flew up and gave him a look.

The sword wheel is composed of nine small swords, which are very powerful. When it rotates, it is easy to break the gods and ghosts, and no metal wall can stop it. In an instant, these solid things can be broken.

The middle-aged knight worked extremely hard.

Every time he collided with the sword wheel, the huge force would shock him to retreat continuously.

Yan Xiaobei approached step by step, and his divine thoughts attached to the little sword, controlling these little swords, showing great power.

Although the divine thoughts are ever-changing, invisible, and the attack methods are confusing, they have no substance after all. Although the power is strong, there is still a way to resist it.

When Yan Xiaobei fought with the female knight Ellie, the other party cut Yan Xiaobei's divine consciousness with the knight sword he held. The female knight Ellie could do it, and the middle-aged knight was even more troublesome.

If it weren't for the Thirty-Three Heavenly Divine Sword, Yan Xiaobei would have fought with the middle-aged knight with his divine thoughts, and he might have been beaten to the point of falling water by the opponent.

However, with the Thirty-Three Heavenly Divine Sword, Yan Xiaobei could consume a small part of his divine thoughts and exert the sharpness of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Divine Sword, which made the middle-aged knights retreat step by step.

In terms of true strength, middle-aged knights are infinitely close to the second-class strongman, and are actually above Yan Xiaobei.

However, Yan Xiaobei's divine thoughts combined with the Thirty-Three Heavenly Divine Sword can make the opponent fall into pieces.

Before Tony Stark wore Iron Armor, he was just a fighter of five slags. However, once the legendary Iron Armor turned into Iron Man and successfully defeated his superheroes, there were really few.

I have to say that the divine weapon is terrible.

At this moment, the mysterious voice suddenly spoke, "The Thirty-Three Heavenly Divine Sword is not used like this. You have not stimulated the real power of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Divine Sword at all. You are just using it as a sharp weapon."

After a pause, he said, "If the person who created this magic weapon saw you wasting his weapon so much, he would probably slap you to death."

Yan Xiaobei rolled his eyes, "Then you release it, the real usage of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Divine Sword."

The mysterious voice said, "Okay, take back your divine thoughts and I'll release them."

Yan Xiaobei did not say a word and decisively regained his spiritual thoughts.

At this time, the two had left the showroom and returned to the corridor outside. Yan Xiaobei had withdrawn his mind, and the thirty-three small swords fell to the ground.

The middle-aged knight was slightly stunned, not understanding why these difficult little swords were like this, but he would not give up this great opportunity and sprint towards Yan Xiaobei.

A mysterious voice shouted loudly, "Look, this is the real use of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Divine Sword. Subduing Demons? Tianlong!"

So, the Thirty-Three Heavenly Divine Sword instantly flew up from the ground and rolled back in an instant. It rallied in front of Yan Xiaobei, and the sword body twisted and intertwined, forming a celestial dragon with its teeth and claws.

roar!

The dragon roared, and the sound waves were like a tide, spreading forward in a fan-shaped shape. Then the dragon soared into the sky, and the sword energy roared, and made a bold blow to the middle-aged knight, like a mountain falling into the mountains and rivers and lakes breaking the rivers and lakes, like a dragon descending to earth, destroying mountains and mountains.

With a bang, the entire corridor was swept in. The walls were curved outwards exaggeratedly. The four-sided corridor turned into a circular corridor. The middle-aged knight flew out, and the armor on his body was shattered inch by inch. The knight sword in his hand turned into powder for the first time, and it was embedded on the wall at the end of the corridor with a thump, and life and death were unknown.

Yan Xiaobei was unable to come back to his senses for a long time. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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