Chapter 114: Peaks Soaring High

the Fang Tian Hua Ji. 。And those dozen or so gold threads also coiled back, retracting to the spearhead, once again becoming tiny golden dots. 。Lu Xiaotien glanced at the spear tip with satisfaction....At this time, the other party had already taken out two magic weapons. One was entangled with the binding demon rope, and the other green flying knife struck his golden flying sword. In the melee, the golden flying sword failed to play a miraculous effect. Lu Xia Tian was about to recall the golden flying sword and replace it with the Black Jiao shears. Suddenly, the broad-nosed cultivator screamed in pain, and a sharp blade pierced through his chest. Then the whole person was kicked out, and blood gushed from his chest. Behind him appeared another figure wearing a seven-star robe, who turned out to be a cultivator from Yuanxing Palace as well.

"It's you, Duan Ying, it's you! You actually disregard your brotherhood and ambushed me, why!" The broad-nosed cultivator spat blood wildly from his mouth, falling to the ground with difficulty struggling to push himself up. He looked at the person who attacked him in shock and anger, realizing that it was his younger brother from Yuanshangong.

"You've always been holding me down in Yuanshen Palace. If you were still alive, even if I got the Zi Luo ginseng this time, the benefits would all go to you, and I would only get scraps. So why should I not get rid of you."

Duanying's cheeks were slightly sunken, and fresh blood flowed from a three-pronged spike in her hand onto the grass.

The broad-nosed monk angrily shouted, "Don't even dream about it! The area around the Zi Luo ginseng is swarming with monsters. Without me, you wouldn't get anything!"

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"You're the one dreaming. Once I get the artifact from you, it will be easy for me to lead the disciples of the palace to obtain the purple ginseng." Duan Ying let out a cold chuckle. His figure flickered, and he moved with astonishing speed towards Qing Zhao, who had already lost control and fallen to the ground.

Lu Xia Tian had been watching this sudden change unfold with cold eyes. Almost without hesitation, he grabbed the azure flying knife in his hand. Each of them received a magic artifact, but for him, the star lamp defense artifact wielded by the broad-nosed cultivator was the key; he already had several attack artifacts.

At almost the same time, the two rushed toward the fallen and dying wide-nosed monk.

With a deafening boom, the Binding Demon Rope and Duan Ying's three-pronged spear clashed. In the blink of an eye, they traded dozens of fierce blows. The immense force sent both of them flying backward several dozen feet. The ground and surrounding trees were battered by the surging magical energy, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

Duan Ying let out a loud shout, whipping out a spiraling hook shimmering with azure light, aiming it at Lu Xiaoteng's neck. Just over ten feet away from Lu Xiaoteng, the hook suddenly split into three, its speed so fast that there was no time to react at such close proximity.

Lu Xiao's expression changed drastically, and he hastily gave up control of the golden flying sword, allowing it to fall to the ground. He patted his storage bag and took out the Black Jiao Scissors. Relying on the Black Jiao Scissors's extraordinary speed, he broke open one grappling hook, severed another, and the remaining one had pierced through his protective spirit shield, striking him in the right rib. Lu Xiaotian cried out in pain, gritted his teeth, and spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, he pointed his finger at the Black Jiao Scissors, pouring mana into it. The Black Jiao Scissors transformed into a black light, aiming straight for Duan Ying's head.

"Two magic weapons." Fan Qing, who was injured in a fight with another Yuan Xing Palace disciple, cried out in surprise. The original broad-nosed cultivator suddenly revealed several magic weapons, and he thought that this time it would inevitably be dangerous. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway, and the Yuan Xing Palace actually sent a fellow disciple to assassinate the broad-nosed cultivator to death.

The battle situation was confusing, but what made him even more unbelievable was that Lu Xiaottian, who had been hiding the deepest, also had two attacking magic weapons. It seemed like he even had a jipin-grade defensive spirit armor. An ordinary cultivator from Wangyue City had grown to such a level in over seven years. Even if this Duan Ying didn't use sneak attacks, this battle might be winnable.

Duan Ying was also startled. Originally, he had only seen Lu Xia Tian take out a demon binding rope and a golden flying sword spiritual weapon. Moreover, his use of sneak attack tactics caused his senior brother Wu Tian's Star Lantern to be significantly weakened after being attacked, and it had not fully recovered. This was indeed the perfect opportunity for him to launch a surprise attack.

It never occurred to him that Lu Xia Tian had been hiding his true abilities all along. He actually already possessed two magic artifacts, yet he hadn't used this powerful Black Flood Scissors even once. Furthermore, his grappling hook was blocked by Lu Xia Tian's spirit armor, leaving Duan Ying filled with regret. He wished he had let Lu Xia Tian and Wu Tian fight to a standstill before swooping in for the spoils.

"Only now do I realize, it's too late." Lu Xia Tian let out a low growl. The other party's grappling hook was indeed sharp, leaving him spitting blood. This grudge, how could he not avenge it!

Duan Ying frantically controlled his two undamaged grappling hooks to resist, only to have them cut off one after another by the black dragon's shears. At this moment, his three-pronged spike was locked in a fierce battle with the Binding Demon Rope in mid-air. Duan Ying wanted to recall the three-pronged spike for defense, but it was wrapped around the handle of the Binding Demon Rope and he couldn't pull it back at all.

Duan Ying again respectively sacrificed a flying knife and a flying wheel, both were cut off one by one by the black dragon scissors. Forced to do so, Duan Ying held the Qing Lai snatched from Wu Tian to resist. But Qing Lai was originally Wu Tian's magic weapon, he had just obtained it and had not been refined, so he could not unleash its full power. After clashing several times, Duan Ying's right hand went numb, almost unable to lift. In shock, Duan Ying turned around and fled.

Another disciple of Yu Xing Palace saw the situation take a sharp turn for the worse. When he was distracted, he was pierced in the chest by Fan Qing's sword. After a fierce battle, Fan Qing finally killed his opponent. His eyes darted around, feeling that the situation was not good, and he turned to flee in the complete opposite direction of Duan Ying. In Fan Qing's view, Lu Xiaotian's strength had improved tremendously. If he didn't leave now, he would inevitably become a puppet in Lu Xiaotian's hands, controlled by him. This was not what he wanted.

"I'm leaving!" Lu Xia Tian had no trust in Fan Qing, this two-faced person. He had anticipated this move from the start and at the moment Fan Qing made his move, he launched six or seven iron thorn seeds.

Fan Qing was startled and used all his strength to split several wildly surging iron thorns. The third-tier iron thorns, if they were in their wild state, would be comparable in strength to a cultivator at the peak of the Qi Refining stage. Under the forceful activation of mana, their power was somewhat inferior, but Fan Qing had just barely escaped from the hands of the broad-nosed cultivator and arrived here. Killing the Yuan Xing Palace cultivator just now consumed a lot of his mana. At this point, he was exhausted, and the remaining iron thorns entangled him.

Fan Qing cried out in pain and struggled desperately, but the iron thorns tightened further, piercing Fan Qing's body with sharp spikes.

Duanying glanced hastily backward, he didn't even have time to see clearly Fan Qing's tragic state, a black light had already approached from behind, the cold murderous intent pressed upon him. *Pff*, the Black Jiao cut through his chest. Duanying struggled to lower his head, his chest was already ripped open with a large hole, blood gushing out like a pillar.

Lu Xiaitian panted heavily, controlling the two magical weapons was indeed extremely taxing on his spiritual energy. Although this fight seemed short, it was thrilling and intense, with sudden twists and turns that were no less exciting than any previous battle. If not for the broad-nosed cultivator being ambushed earlier, they might still be locked in a stalemate.

The surroundings were in utter disarray. Lu Xia Tian put away the storage pouches of the few people, as well as the scattered magic artifacts on the ground. Several magical weapons were already damaged, particularly those strange flying hooks, which were also broken. Lu Xia Tian felt a tinge of regret.

“Lu, Lu Dao-you, please, let me go quickly.” Not far away, Fan Qing was already covered in blood, painfully shouting.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! he remained himself, preparing to observe Lu Xia Tian casting spells. Any opportunity to see Lu Xia Tian make a move was invaluable for other cultivators.Lu Xia Tian had no intention of driving Ming...