"Hey, although the Yeyue Huanpei is gorgeous, it is still not as good as the long whip, and it consumes too much spiritual power."
After Xiao Luoyi killed a powerful Hundred Meridians cultivator on behalf of Qingyun, he sighed secretly.
Fortunately, she had the foresight to let Yao Mengxun change his appearance in advance. She was also teased by Yao Fairy and turned into a sixty-year-old woman. The three of them were not so conspicuous now.
But even so, Xiao Luoyi mainly attacked, Yao Mengxun mainly defended, and Qingyun was responsible for flanking. With silent cooperation, a large vacuum area was cleared around them.
Once or twice is okay, but if you continue like this for a long time, you will eventually attract attention.
No, when the three of them were still hesitating whether to rush into the Jingcitian camp at all costs or to shrink back to the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice and take a closer look, the situation suddenly changed!
"Qian Qimu! How dare you come out and fight!"
I saw a one-armed gray-haired monk rushing out of the demon tribe like lightning and flint. With a wild roar, dozens of people were instantly dispersed, and he issued a naked provocation towards the chaotic battlefield.
Who could it be if it wasn't a flying star?
"Flying Star!"
Xiao Luo stretched out his arms and blocked Qingyun behind him, and as the young master gritted his teeth, a trace of deep fear flashed in his eyes.
The opponent's aura is much thicker than last time, and the shadow of Yan Hui behind him is also more solid, and seems to have a little more spirituality, which shows that his cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds.
"This son pays attention to the improvement of his bloodline and doesn't borrow anything from outside. If he doesn't die, he may be able to cause the disaster to reappear in the future. You must be careful."
Xiaoqi's original words still echoed in Qingyun's ears.
The appearance of two of the three people was transformed by the Void Mirror Core, and no one could tell any clues. Qingyun also deliberately hid himself to avoid the detection of Feixing, allowing his spiritual pressure to tremble and rush towards the monks in Zhizhengtang.
"How can a defeated general be brave? Let me meet you, a lost dog!"
At this time, a disdainful taunt came from the monks who knew they were in the main hall, instantly defeating Feixing's roar that tried to suppress their morale.
Then a light yellow sword energy rose to the sky, and then slashed down, also shaking away a dozen monks in front of him, forming a wide avenue, as if to clear the place for the battle between the two.
The anger on Feixing's face flashed away, but he did not show off his rhetoric. He made a false move with his five fingers and slashed a green wood-colored claw mark in the air, which suddenly collided violently with the light yellow sword energy!
It was like the piercing sound of metal and iron cracking one's eardrums. The low-level monks present all tightly covered their ears to prevent their ears from being damaged by the residual power of the collision between the two masters.
"Well done!"
Qian Qimu also roared loudly, kicked his feet on the ground, and rushed towards the flying star like an arrow from a string.
Qianqi Mu is about forty years old, with ordinary features, and his clothes are also very ordinary. Even the sword he holds is no different from a mortal weapon. He is the kind of person who can't tell who is who in a crowd. Passerby type.
"Qian Qimun is a little-known casual cultivator. We don't have much information at hand, but since he can become Bai Zhizheng's right-hand man, it shows his extraordinary ability. You must be careful."
Although Feixing still looked down on humans who were as weak as ants, he had also put away his arrogant self-confidence after suffering successive setbacks. Qianwu's words of care before leaving were always in his heart.
"Soul-Spreading Nether Claw!"
Just when the two were about to face each other, Feixing let out a low roar and once again waved his sharp claws that could break gold and gravel, and fiercely grabbed Qian Qimu's chest.
"Little tricks!"
With a smile on his face, Qian Qimu didn't seem to care at all about Feixing's powerful tiger-like attack. He turned his backhand and danced with sword flowers, trying to cut off Feixing's fingers and claws with his sword.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Feixing also showed a hint of disdain.
His palms were soaked in a secret potion made by his family. In his eyes, ordinary magic weapons were nothing more than earthly chickens and dogs. Even some low-grade magic weapons couldn't stop him from attacking. Qian Qimu actually thought of using this. Can he be stopped by scraps of metal?
Instead of retreating, Feixing didn't hesitate at all. Without saying a word, he formed a cone with his claws and took the money straight from Mu's chest!
"Reckless man!"
There was already a sarcastic smile on Lao Qian's face, and then he actually let go of the hand holding the sword. It seemed that a controlling spiritual power was left on the sword, causing it to rotate on its own.
Suddenly, through the sword net, the sword shadows cut and scratched Feixing's hands, but they could not leave a single scar.
But even so, a strong suction force suddenly formed from the center of the rotating sword, locking Feixing's claws tightly. No matter how hard he tried to pull out or push in, he could not break the sword net.
At this moment, Qian Qimu jumped into the sky again without hesitation, and actually came directly to the head of the flying star!
At the same time, he took out a strange-shaped snake blade from nowhere that was no longer than his forearm.
The blade seemed to be glowing with a faint blue light, and it was extremely poisonous at first sight. If it touched it, it would kill you instantly!
They saw Qian Qimu stabbing Feixing's head at Baihui with his short blade like a mountain bearing down on him, shouting:
"Come and die!"
Everyone who saw this scene was horrified, and two words popped up in their hearts:
"cunning!"
Compared to the horror of the others, Feixing's gray eyes were extremely calm.
He is not tall with a young figure. His half-naked clothes and decadent temperament give him an extremely charming youthful aura, but underneath this youth is wildness and violence!
Feixing did not dodge, his fingers and claws still wanted to shatter the spinning sword, and the green wolf shadow behind him suddenly let out a silent roar.
"Fire disaster!"
Qingyun was secretly shocked, it turned out that Feixing had already glimpsed the power of the true spirit!
"No, it's not the power of the true spirit. It's because Feixing gradually enriched his bloodline, which caused Yan Hui to have signs of false awakening. It's not his own ability!"
But this also made Qingyun have a guess. If his bloodline can become stronger and stronger, will he be able to produce a unicorn shadow similar to Yan Hua in the future?
Although he overturned his own judgment, Qian Qimun's attack was like a strike from a god descending from the earth, and the shadow of Yan Hui actually bit the snake blade hard, and it stood on the spot in the air!
"Break it for me!"
"Break it for me!"
Almost at the same time, Qian Qimu and Feixing said the same three words in unison!
It's a pity that the final endings of the two are completely different.
He saw the shadow of Yan Hui behind Feixing blazing with green light, and then his remaining right arm suddenly exerted force. Finally, he saw the right moment and grabbed Qian Qimu's sword, holding it in his claws. middle.
The sword was like a fish out of water. Although it struggled on its own, it became weaker and weaker. In the end, it had to become the prey in the mouth of the wolf, locked motionlessly in its palm.
Looking back at Qian Qimu, poor old Qian had already decided to retreat after being unable to break through this strange shadow, but the horror was yet to come!
I saw that the green light emitted by the shadow did not seem to dissipate, but gradually swept towards my palm along the snake blade like an ivy!
"not good!"
With an angry roar, Qian Qimu quickly let go of his precious snake blade and slapped it with one palm, using the force to fly back.
As a monk in the late stage of the Yuan Hua Realm, he can already use his immature spirit to sense the opportunities that appear and disappear between heaven and earth.
These opportunities have blessings, good fortune, and dangers. When the light blue light covered his snake blade, Qian Qimu suddenly felt a strong sense of fear and warning in his heart.
"Danger!"
As soon as the two words flashed through his mind, he quickly let go and fled!
Sure enough, as soon as he let go of his hand, he felt that he had lost contact with the snake blade. Seeing that the original light blue snake blade had been dyed cyan, Qian Qimu said in shock:
"What kind of weird green light is this!"
Feeling horrified, he ran straight towards the monks in Zhizheng Hall without saying a word, as if seeking support from his own side.
The flying star clenched its claws fiercely, and Qian Qimu's sword instantly broke into several sections. The shadow of Yanhuo behind him spat out the snake blade it was biting, and was firmly caught by the flying star. .
"Hmph, as expected, being in a nest of snakes and rats with Bai Zhizheng will only resort to despicable means of poisoning!"
With another disdainful snort, Feixing put away the snake blade, and with a greeting, he led some of his troops to kill everyone in Zhizhengtang.
"His strength has improved again."
Seeing Feixing chasing Qian Qimu away, Xiao Luo frowned and said softly.
"Sister Qin knows him?"
"Uh, I don't know him, I just saw him take action before."
"I see."
Although the three of them were careful to hide their whereabouts, one wave would always arise again.
"Yunlang!"
This voice is gentle and sweet, as if it has passed through a long time, forgotten in the endless river, and is full of fanatical persistence and longing.
Qingyun didn't want to look back, but he had to turn his head.
She was still wearing the same green clothes as herself, with purple eyes that were more dazzling than crystals. Her long white hair was as holy and beautiful as a waterfall, and her white tail was looming behind her exquisite bare feet.
As she spoke, the bell on the jade neck would sing softly along with her voice.
The evil charm is like a lotus, and it is as bright as a lotus.
Half-demon, Qinglian.
Staring at the handsome young man whom she had thought about thousands of times day and night, Alian's purple eyes were instantly covered with a layer of water mist. She didn't care about the astonished gazes of the demon cultivators behind her, and she just pounced on Qingyun. That hot ball of love.
"gorgeous."
Looking at the pair of jade figures that looked like Langyuan fairy flowers and flawless jade, Yao Mengxun said in a difficult voice.
Suddenly, she looked at Xiao Luoyi with some sympathy, but as if she had telepathy, she expected Xiao Luoyi to look at her with the same complicated eyes.
The two pairs of bright eyes are like the moment when the sun and the moon meet on the horizon, as if coming and going.
"You've suffered, Alian."
Similarly, Qingyun choked up when he noticed that Alian in his arms had obviously become thinner.
For this close partner who had grown up with him since childhood, Qingyun could no longer pretend to be himself, nor could he be a stupid mute, and responded with a hoarse voice.
"Alian is not suffering, Yunlang, you are the one who is suffering!"
