At this moment, Han Xin's consciousness spread out wildly, sweeping across a three-mile radius, but did not sense any other monsters. Then he stayed on Feng Xifeng for a moment and found that he was still breathing, but his meridians were broken, his organs were displaced, and the spiritual energy in his body was in chaos. It won't last much longer.
"Fight quickly!" Han Xin secretly made up his mind, and then made a seal with both hands, and the magic sword slowly rose into the air. All his spiritual energy was poured into the magic sword in front of him. At the same time, the blood in his body was boiling, and his face showed abnormal expression. Yin Hong.
The blue, red, and white spiritual light gradually became dazzling, and the majestic spiritual pressure rose into the sky. A giant lightsaber more than ten feet long slowly turned from virtual reality to reality.
Suddenly, a wolf howled came, the sound was shrill and sharp, reaching straight into the sky.
Han's confidence sank, and the magic formula in his hand changed. The ten-foot-long sword shadow turned into a three-foot-long sword, and at the same time most of it solidified instantly.
After the green snake heard the wolf howl, the flinching in its eyes immediately disappeared. It opened its mouth wide, and a burst of extremely smelly purple poisonous mist blurted out. Then a green light flashed on its body, and hundreds of snake scales took off and floated in the air. The cold light shone like a handle. The sharp blade rotated and attacked Han Xin.
Han Xin had no choice but to change the technique again. The sword shadow was swept flatly, and suddenly dense three-color light blades were overwhelming towards the snake scales.
The snake scales were split into two upon meeting each other, and then ignited into blazing spiritual flames, which dissipated within a short time.
The light blade kept its momentum and rushed into the poisonous mist. Suddenly, there was a huge fire, and then there was the sound of whistling wind. The fire took advantage of the wind and burned away the poisonous mist in a few breaths, but most of the light blade was also missing.
The remaining light blade passed through the dense water arrows and struck the light shield outside the green snake's body. After a few breaths, the light shield shattered and the light blade hit the green snake's body, piercing through the skin and flesh. Then the spiritual flames rose, and the green snake let out a shrill scream. Screaming, the huge body was twisting and turning, raising bursts of smoke and dust.
When the dust settled, the green snake was seriously injured on the ground. The huge snake's body was covered with tiny wounds that were several inches long. The surface was charred and black, and not a drop of blood flowed out.
The green snake slowly raised its body, its vertical pupils full of hatred and fierceness, and lunged at Han Xin with a hiss.
Han Xin was very exhausted at this time. Not only did his aura drop by half, but the shadow of the sword that was about to solidify was also mostly blurred. When he saw the green snake coming towards him, he immediately dispersed the spells in his hands, put away the sword, took out the big pen with a wolf hair brush, and pointed it at the green snake. With a swipe of the pen, the golden light turned into a rope and bound him in place. Then he concentrated his mind and waved the brush in the air to write the word "cut".
Halfway through the writing, I saw four demonic wolves that were about ten feet tall walking out of the forest, followed closely by a giant wolf that was three feet tall, all with green backs and white feet.
The giant wolf has a tuft of white hair on its head, and a small snow-white beast lying on its back, which looks like a civet cat.
The wolf demon automatically spread out and stood in an arc, surrounding Han Xin. The giant wolf walked past the green snake, a trace of extremely anthropomorphic mockery flashed in its eyes, and then looked at Han Xin, its long red tongue licking the sharp fangs.
Han Xin immediately put away his spell, scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, and smiled bitterly to himself: "Four second-level wolf demons, one fourth-level wolf demon, and an inconspicuous-looking fourth-level beast..." He began to feel silent in his heart. Thinking about which direction to break through and escape.
At this moment, the little beast suddenly stood up, glanced at Han Xin first, and then jumped in front of the green snake. Its petite body was about the same size as a snake scale, but the green snake lowered its head in fear and raised its eyes. They are all afraid of trying to please.
The little beast soon lost interest in the green snake. He sniffed it twice with his small nose, and then came to Feng Xifeng's side in a few ups and downs. The speed was so fast that Han Xin couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and his inner thoughts of breaking out became more determined.
The little beast first stretched out its front paws like a kitten, patted Feng Xifeng gently, and saw that there was no movement from him. Then he looked left and right, and actually took out a storage bag from his body and held it in his mouth. After a few ups and downs, he returned to the giant wolf's back, put down his storage bag, and opened his mouth wide, as if he was yawning.
Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, the little beast's eyes flashed with yellow light, and he stretched out his small paw and pressed it towards Feng Xifeng. Four claws slashed down like sharp blades, instantly cutting Feng Xifeng into a pile of minced meat. .
Afterwards, the little beast licked its paws leisurely, yawned again, and fell asleep directly on the back of the giant wolf.
Seeing this scene, Han Xin no longer hesitated, released the spirit boat, and fled. A group of monsters did not pursue them, but turned to the north and slowly disappeared into the forest.
On the other side, Yuan Qing saw that the opponent was attacking without any explanation, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.
I saw a pair of pale bone forks gusting in the wind, a pitch-black ghost claw shrouded in black mist, and a foot-high white bone tower filled with phosphorus fire. They attacked the two of them in three directions. They were so fierce that they were likely to be killed in one blow. meaning.
Yuan Qing immediately wanted to use his sword to avoid it, but when he thought about Han Hongrui being seriously injured behind him, his eyes condensed, and he gestured to make a hand gesture. The Shuishui Sword stopped in mid-air with a soft groan, the tip of the sword turned downwards, and the sword energy billowed. Like a waterfall, it immediately intercepted the three magical instruments, making the sound of rain hitting banana trees.
After a few breaths, the spiritual light of the Bone Fork and Ghost Claw dimmed, and the surface became riddled with holes. Although the bone tower was surrounded by phosphorus fire, it was still precarious and could only hold on under the sword energy.
The three of them were suddenly startled, and the two on the left and right immediately made secrets to take back the magical weapon. The one in the middle was filled with mana, and the bone tower phosphorus fire was surging, and he slowly flew forward, trying to break through the sword energy blockade.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Qing changed the magic formula in his hand. The flying sword rotated faster and the sword energy became stronger. At the same time, a suction force was born out of thin air, trapping the three of them firmly in place.
With two explosions of "Puff", the bone fork and the ghost claw turned into powder in the billowing sword energy. The owner of the magic weapon was mentally damaged, and each spit out a mouthful of blood. The person on the right looked depressed, and the person on the left had blood-red eyes. , full of madness.
"If you dare to destroy my magic weapon, I will cut you into pieces!" The man on the left shouted hoarsely, then took out a Guitou Pu knife, stretched out his little finger, and put it into Guitou's mouth.
A red light flashed in Guitou's eyes, as if he came to life, he bit off his little finger in one bite, chewed it a few times and then swallowed it.
After a burst of gloomy laughter, the ghost's head flashed red and turned into a half-skeleton, carrying a simple knife, and rushed towards Yuan Qing.
After the person on the right saw the ghost head, he gritted his teeth and took out a small white bone flag, recited a mantra and made a spell, and the bone flag grew to a size of about ten feet out of thin air.
The dark wind picked up, and countless figures floated out from the flags. Men, women, old and young, their screams were sad and shrill, describing bloodthirsty and madness. In the end, three Taoists even appeared in form, and merged into green under the master's hand. The huge evil spirit with red eyes rushed towards Yuan Qing with a ferocious smile.
"Senior Sister Han, please step aside." Yuan Qing said in a deep voice.
Han Hongrui was startled when he heard this, the red light of the feather fan in his hand disappeared, he said "be careful" and retreated more than ten feet away.
Yuan Qing dispersed the sword technique in his hand, and the sword energy suddenly stopped. He stretched out his hand and made a move, and the Water Breaking Sword immediately flew back.
Holding the sword in his hand, heroic spirit suddenly arose in his heart. The sword embryo vibrated slightly, and the sword shadow in the sea of consciousness shone brightly. He swung out the sword, and a ten-foot-long sword shadow swept past thousands of armies.
The sword-carrying ghost head and the bone tower were chopped more than ten feet away with a sword; countless ghost shadows were wiped out and turned into wisps of smoke; the evil ghost was cut off at the waist, but then returned to its original shape and continued to attack with a sinister smile.
When Yuan Qing saw this, he frowned. As his thoughts flashed, the silver light of the Water-Breaking Sword emitted, turning into a silver stream of light and passing through the evil ghost's eyebrows.
The evil ghost stopped for a moment, then stretched out two ghost claws to grab the flying sword.
Yuan Qing pressed his sword finger, and the Shuishui Sword immediately twisted. The ghost claws turned into two streaks of green smoke in the sword light. The sword light continued, turning into a silver sword wheel and falling downwards.
The sound of chi chi sounded, and the ghost shadow turned into bursts of green smoke under the sword wheel like the spring sun turning into snow, but then it gathered smoke on one side and was reborn, but its figure was dim and its eyes were filled with fear.
The ghost head holding a knife on the other side took the opportunity to fly closer, and the simple knife slashed down with the gusts of cold wind; at the same time, the bone tower turned around, and suddenly the will-o'-the-wisps flew, turning into green ghost heads and rushing toward them.
Yuan Qing moved his body, took up the Wind Step, and avoided the Ghost Head's sword. The silver light on his body flashed, and a silver shield rose up to block the Jade Fire Ghost Head. He reached out and made a move, and the Water-Breaking Sword flew back, and then The sword energy surged, and the sword light enveloped the figure as it rose from the ground. After a short circle, it went straight towards the evil ghost's shadow.
In an instant, Yuan Qing appeared in the sky above the evil ghost. He waved his sword, and the sword mist came out. Countless small sword energies turned the ghost shadow into nothingness like the spring sun turning snow, and the bone flag also made a clear sound. It split into two pieces with a crackling sound.
Then the sword light started again, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of the bone flag monk who was still in a daze. At this time, Yuan Qing's eyes were cold, and he struck out with his sword with his backhand, and the wind of the sword was like a knife, cutting him into a pile of corpses.
After the sword strike, the chill in Yuan Qing's eyes became even more intense. The sword light reappeared and went straight towards the skeleton monk.
The skeleton monk was so frightened when he saw this that he hurriedly recalled the sword-carrying ghost head, but the sword light changed midway and shot straight into the sky. Then a three-foot-sized silver sword slashed down with the force of wind and thunder, and there was a loud noise. Finally, everything below, including the ghost head, was split into two, and a gully about ten feet deep was carved out of the ground.
Yuan Qing dropped his sword to the ground and looked at the bone tower monk with a cold expression. The sword intent and bone-chilling killing intent in his eyes made his scalp numb.
Not caring about anything else, he hurriedly executed the secret, and the bone tower suddenly emitted a bright blue light, and the will-o'-the-wisps gathered into three five-foot ghost faces, whistling towards Yuan Qing. Then he slapped the storage bag on his waist, put away the bone tower and released a cloud of black mist, and fled in the mist without looking back.
With a cold snort, the sword energy surged into the sky. Yuan Qing held the water-breaking sword and turned it directly into a three-foot silver lightsaber. With one sweep, the will-o'-the-wisp was extinguished like a candle in the wind. Then there was a sword roar, and the lightsaber chased after him in an instant. As soon as he passed through the black mist, screams were mixed with the broken limbs and remains falling down with the rain of blood. The black mist also revealed the body of the black sail, which split into two pieces and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and then the lightsaber circled and flew away. Return to Han Hongrui.
Yuan Qing walked out of the sword light, his face pale and his steps staggering. But then he straightened up and said loudly: "Senior Brother Su has been watching from the sidelines for a long time, why don't you show up and see him?"
Han Hongrui was about to step forward to ask, but paused after hearing the words.
Su Yaze hid in the shadows, feeling cold all over. His mind was filled with the consciousness that swept over him after Yuan Qing killed the last person and the dense sword intent contained in it.
When he heard Yuan Qing's question, he immediately released his magic weapon and fled, even the courage to reply disappeared without a trace.
Yuan Qing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Su Yaze leaving, and then fell to the ground, his breath weak and his face pale.
Han Hongrui hurriedly stepped forward to help him up and said, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go."
When she was about to leave, she glanced at the broken corpses on the ground and suddenly said: "Wait a moment."
I saw her making a quick circle with her imperial weapon, popping out several fireballs, and burning the corpses. When she came back, she threw three storage bags to Yuan Qing, and then with a seal, the spirit feathers became several times larger, and she carried them Yuan Qing, after slightly recognizing the direction, turned into a rainbow light and disappeared into the horizon.
Pingdingding, Suyuan.
When the fire light dissipated, Su Tianqi's face turned livid, and the tea cup in his hand turned into crumbs with a bang. Then, he walked to the window, looked at the rolling green mountains and said to himself: "Yuanqing, Su still underestimated you..."
At the same time, a burst of cheerful laughter came from the second floor of Tongbao Building: "Hahaha, Yue'er, I read it right, this Yuanqing is definitely not something in the pool, hahaha..."
