Chi Xueyu slapped away the Xigui soldier Yi Xiaodao threw at him. He had already sucked enough blood from ordinary people and no longer needed it. He now desperately wanted to take a sip of this kid's blood. He didn't know why, but he just felt that his blood seemed to have an attraction to him.
Even if you take a sip!
Yi Xiaodao was still dodging back and forth among Xi Guishi's soldiers. Chi Xueyu had had enough of this hide-and-seek trick. He raised a hand and slammed it on the ground. The ground shook violently, like an earth dragon turning over.
"Hehehe, Zhang Zongbai's move is really good." Chi Xueyu grinned with a mouth full of blood.
This palm was so powerful that everyone felt their feet shaking and could not stand at all, especially those close to him, who were all knocked to the ground. Feeling dizzy and having difficulty standing.
Yi Xiaodao was also unsteady on his feet and stumbled to the ground. When he looked back, Chi Xueyu had already swooped over.
"Fight!"
Yi Xiaodao clenched his fist, mobilized the fire energy all over his body to condense on his fist, the fire energy condensed, ignited a ball of flame in his hand, and punched Chi Xueyu.
Chi Xueyu had been on guard for a long time. As soon as Yi Xiaodao punched out, he immediately stretched out his hand to hold his fist: "Young man, such a punch... ah!" Chi Xueyu screamed and retracted his hand, but unfortunately he was a little slower. My hands are already burned.
"Boy, what kind of evil move are you doing?" Chi Xueyu was too fast. He retracted his palm and saw the blazing flame in Yi Xiaodao's hand.
Yi Xiaodao got up from the ground, looked at the flames on his palms, and grinned happily: "Aren't you immortal? So the immortal body also has weaknesses?"
Chi Xueyu waved his burned palm casually, and a ball of blood-red mist emerged from his palm, wrapping all his palms. He said coldly: "He is quite capable, he doesn't look like a showman." As soon as he finished speaking, all the blood-red mist sank into his palm and disappeared.
The arm is intact.
Yi Xiaodao was silent, this power of regeneration was so amazing! Although he relied on his anger, he also had a good self-healing ability, which Yi Xiaodao had already discovered. But compared with Chi Xueyu's regeneration power, it's really not worth mentioning.
Chi Xueyu wiped it off and removed all the remaining dead skin on his hands, as if talking to himself and showing off: "Oh, there are so many blood foods here, what can you do to me?"
When Yi Xiaodao heard this, his eyes moved and he looked at the surrounding Xigui soldiers one by one.
"Si Wangnan and I have some grudges. You kid is really unlucky today. I heard that you are his apprentice? Then I can't let you go today!" Chi Xueyu said, and pounced on Yi Xiaodao without waiting for a reply. Come up.
Yi Xiaodao repeated his old trick, the fire energy in his hand condensed and never dispersed, and a ball of fierce fire rose up with a "thunder" sound.
"Bang!" Before Yi Xiaodao could punch, a figure hit Yi Xiaodao. The armor on his body hit him on the cheek, and he suddenly felt his whole head buzzing.
Chi Xueyu said with a sinister smile: "Hahahaha, boy, didn't your master tell you that if you walk in the world and fail to hit a single move, then use useless principles?"
Chi Xueyu was careful this time and did not go into battle himself. Instead, he imitated Yi Xiaodao and grabbed a Xigui soldier to stand in front of him. The one who bumped into Yi Xiaodao was this poor Xigui soldier.
Chi Xueyu's inner strength was deep and astonishing. Yi Xiaodao was knocked several feet away and before he could get up, a foot stepped on his chest.
Yi Xiaodao drew his sword to stab, but Chi Xueyu slapped the Siqing sword aside: "A young man who was originally a promising young man ended up dying here. What a pity, what a pity..."
Yi Xiaodao's Siqing Sword was knocked away and was stepped on by Chi Xueyu. Instead, he laughed out loud: "This is the strength of the once most powerful demon in the world, and it seems to be nothing more than this."
Chi Xueyu saw Yi Xiaodao being so tough-talking and sneered: "Okay, okay, boy, you have such a tough mouth." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Yi Xiaodao's neck and picked him up from the ground without saying a word. , opened his mouth and bit Yi Xiaodao's neck.
Yi Xiaodao raised his feet and squatted on Chi Xueyu's shoulders, struggling to support him.
Chi Xueyu also noticed Yi Xiaodao's deep internal strength, but compared with himself, it was still far behind: "Quick fight and quick decision!"
But the two have been in a stalemate for a long time, and neither one can do anything to the other. Chi Xueyu was a little angry. Just when he was about to exert more force, Yi Xiaodao had already taken the first step and condensed the fire energy all over his body into his legs.
"open!"
Chi Xueyu's arms originally grabbed Yi Xiaodao tightly, but Yi Xiaodao's feet kicked on Chi Xueyu's shoulders. With the help of his anger, he kicked Chi Xueyu's entire body flying out. And his two arms were still grasping Yi Xiaodao's body.
Both arms were kicked off by Yi Xiaodao!
Yi Xiaodao himself also lost control and fell heavily to the ground. After several impacts, Yi Xiaodao felt as if his internal organs had all moved, and he was in unspeakable pain.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Chi Xueyu lost her arms in pain and kept wailing.
Yi Xiaodao ignored the pain in his body and slowly got up from the ground, pulled off Chi Xueyu's severed arm and threw it aside casually: "The number one devil? Nothing more than that!"
Chi Xueyu raised his head and glanced at Yi Xiaodao resentfully. Two streams of blood-colored mist slowly emitted from the broken arm, covering his entire body.
Yi Xiaodao had just taken two steps when he saw this strange scene and stepped back: "What tricks are you going to play again?"
The blood-colored mist floated over, and Yi Xiaodao dodged it repeatedly, not daring to be contaminated at all.
The mist covered Chi Xueyu's two broken arms, and soon, they slowly closed back.
The severed arm is gone.
Chi Xueyu was hiding in the blood mist and had no idea what he was doing. Soon, the mist became thinner and thinner, revealing Chi Xueyu's body.
With his arms intact, Chi Xueyu had no other words to say except for showing his teeth in anger. As if the scene where the broken arm was torn off just now had never happened, a living Chi Xueyu appeared again.
Yi Xiaodao was somewhat used to this scene. Even if the head is cut off, it can be put back safely, but it is not difficult for Chi Xueyu to reattach just two arms.
Yi Xiaodao picked up his Siqing sword, and the fire energy instantly penetrated the sword, and the raging flames ignited on the sword again.
Chi Xueyu frowned as she looked at the flames on Yi Xiaodao Siqing's sword. He had to admit that this nameless anger was quite restrained for him.
After Yi Xiaodao noticed the effect of his anger, he was determined, raised his sword and jumped up, slashing down with one sword in the air.
Chi Xueyu waved his hand, and a touch of blood was released again, but this time it was not mist, but condensed and tangible, like a large blood ball condensed by water waves, wrapping him in the middle. The blood ball resisted Yi Xiaodao's sword. .
The fire and blood were constantly being released. At this time, the two of them were clashing with each other in their magic skills. Neither of them dared to be careless, and they were in a stalemate again.
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On the other side, a group of Chen guards were tightly entangled by more than a dozen black-armored Burmese soldiers. No matter how hard they fought, they could not get rid of these people's entanglement.
"Boom!" A ghost-headed sword slashed at Jihai's iron gun. Jihai blocked the gun, but before he could make any move, a short black-armored soldier next to him suddenly flashed out, stood up and kicked hard. He stepped on the back of the ghost-headed sword and kicked Jiahai and his men out together with their guns.
Seeing Jia Hai being repulsed, the remaining people forced back their opponents and moved closer, and the five of them gathered together again.
"This is not the way to go." Qingtian, the most reckless person, said soft words. The other side has been besieging but not attacking, taking turns to provoke, and just fighting everyone on the side, which is too torturous. Moreover, the Chen Congwei were not unaware of their intentions. As long as all their strength was exhausted, how could anyone in this Xigui Army formation have any hope of surviving?
"Jia Hai, think of a way." Tui Lin also fought hard. It's true that his boxing and kicking skills are quite powerful, but the opponent won't fight with him at all, so it's useless no matter how powerful he is.
Jiahai stroked his iron spear: "We might win if we fight alone, but if we are dragged on like this, even if we kill them, it will not help." Jiahai was a little worried about the rear. There was only one member of the Yulin Army in the formation. It was really uneasy to have Lijiang look after him alone.
The surrounding black-armored Burmese soldiers slowly gathered around.
"It's better than this. There aren't many of these black-armored soldiers. How about we attack together and defeat them one by one?" Jia Hai came up with his own method in desperation.
"Okay! It's up to you." Chen Congwei had been sent to the palace to practice martial arts since they were young. They were not afraid of fighting and escorting. But if they were asked to come up with an idea and find a way, the only thing they could rely on was Jia Hai.
When the black-armored Burmese soldiers saw Chen Congwei gathered together, they thought they were afraid, and felt unspeakably proud.
"Why does Da Qichen serve as a guard in name only?"
"It seems that Daqi is really in trouble, hahahaha."
"I'm in a hurry, I'll go first!"
Amid everyone's laughter, the black-armored soldier who had just cut back Jiahai seemed to be more impatient than the others, and he rushed towards them with a broadsword raised.
Qingtian got up his horse first, and with the iron gun in his hand, he drew an arc and swept it towards Hei Jiamen who was charging towards him with his sword raised.
The people on the other side were not carried away. They had been wary of everyone early in the morning. Now when they saw the Qingtian Iron Gun coming at them, they stepped back and had to get out of the way.
As a result, before taking a few steps back, Tui Lin had already ducked behind the black-armored Burmese soldier and kicked him towards Qingtian. But Qingtian had just swept away with his gun and couldn't take care of this person for a moment.
Jiu Hai was not idle at the side. When he saw this man being pushed to the back and kicked back by Lin, he quickly seized the opportunity! He handed the spear forward in his hand and was about to kill him with one shot.
The black-armored Burmese soldier who was kicked back might be fine as long as he slipped away sideways, but as soon as he moved, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Come and die." Lan Yue held him down with one hand.
The spear passed through the chest.
