.. Warrior God

These people have already died once, and how can they be afraid of dying again?

Moreover, they are not human beings at all, but puppets manipulated by crows.

Ning Chuan's hands danced as fast as lightning, constantly forcing back those corpses that rushed up, and the big knife in Long Feihu's hand was even more white knives in, and red knives came out, I don't know how many corpses were chopped.

It is said that the dead are the greatest, although they were demonic cultivators before their deaths, but this kind of whipping of corpses really made Long Feihu and Ning Chuan feel a little cruel.

But there was no way, they had to do this, otherwise, the two of them would become one of these countless corpses, and the power in their bodies would be devoured by the crows.

"Huhuhu......"

After about half an hour, the two retreated together, gasping for air, back to back, and struggling to resist.

This battle is much more difficult than just now, after all, those people just now can still be killed, and these dead slaves, even if their heads and limbs are cut off, they can still move, as if they will attack them endlessly, it is really difficult.

On this side, there are countless dead slaves restraining the two, while on the other side, the crow is digesting the huge power, and when he completely absorbs it, the death of the two will not be far away.

"It's not a way to go on like this, capture the thief and capture the king first, only by defeating the crow is the only way!"

Entangled with a bunch of dead slaves, there is no point, Long Feihu knows this truth very well, so he set his eyes on the crow, besides, the current crows must not be ignored, so they are equivalent to chronic suicide.

"I'm here to contain the dead slaves, you go and deal with the crows!"

Nodding, Ning Chuan agreed with Long Feihu's words, and he also understood the key to this battle, the crow was dead, and these dead slaves would naturally not make any more moves.

"I need your help!"

Long Feihu didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "Infuse all the gray yuan power in your body into the big sword, only in this way can I hurt the crow!"

"Is it possible?"

With a slight frown, Ning Chuan asked in a deep voice.

However, Long Feihu didn't have so much time for Ning Chuan to think about: "How can we know if we haven't tried? This is our only chance, hurry up, otherwise, these dead slaves will pounce again!"

This all-or-nothing approach, though risky, was the only one they could try right now.

After making up his mind, Ning Chuan didn't delay any longer, nodded, mobilized all the gray yuan power, and then smashed into the big knife.

This big knife seemed to have a great attraction to Ning Chuan, and when Ning Chuan's power just came into contact with the big knife, there was a powerful suction force in an instant, absorbing all the gray yuan force.

"Buzz ......"

A buzzing sound came from the body of the knife, and after injecting the gray yuan force, the big knife seemed to be very excited, constantly trembling, and at the same time, a fierce momentum was released from the big knife, which was several times more domineering than just now.

"It works!"

Ning Chuan's eyes lit up, and the scene in front of him made him look forward to Long Feihu's approach.

"If you hold them back, the old devil will be handed over to me!"

Seeing that those dead slaves were about to rush up, Long Feihu confessed, opened the way with a big knife and headed towards the crows.

The big sword had already slaughtered countless demonic cultivators, and for them, it had a deterrent effect, and at this time, coupled with Ning Chuan's gray yuan power, those dead slaves did not dare to approach, and they were forced to retreat one after another, and Long Feihu also came to the crow's eyes very smoothly.

On the other hand, Ningchuan is surrounded by countless dead slaves in the center, although they are in a hurry, but for a while, there will be no danger to their lives.

"Demon Slaying Knife Technique!"

Time was pressing, Long Feihu didn't say a word, four big words spit out from his mouth, full of momentum, waving the big knife in his hand in mid-air, and a sharp sound exploded in mid-air, which was the sound of the big knife breaking the emptiness.

"Go!"

Relying on the strength of the realm, the crow faced Long Feihu's knife technique, with a little disdain, and gently spit out a word, and then waved his hand, and the black gas in the sky was wrapped towards Long Feihu.

If it was just now, these black qi could bring a lot of trouble to Long Feihu, and even hurt him, but with the blessing of the Great Silence, Long Feihu had the confidence to fight with the crows.

Without saying a word, without words, the Dragon Flying Tiger Broadsword pointed at it from afar, and the fierceness of the Demon Slaying Sword Technique burst out, and launched an attack towards the black mist.

The two of them are powerful, and the black mist is like a devil crawling up from hell, wanting to swallow the Demon Slaying Knife Method into its stomach and become its delicacy, but it's a pity that the current Demon Slaying Knife Technique is much more powerful than just now!

"Whoosh!"

Ninety-nine eighty-one sword qi submerged into the black mist, and then burst out of a burst of white light, the black mist was cut to pieces, fleeing in all directions in the air, as anxious as a lost dog.

"Good!"

Ning Chuan, who was paying attention to the battlefield here, couldn't help but scream when he saw the effect, and at the same time worked harder to cut the dead slaves who rushed forward under his hands.

"Shattered!"

Long Feihu's solemn eyes did not relax in the slightest, and he spit out twice in his mouth, and the demon slaying knife techniques that were scurrying in the black mist gathered together one after another, sending out a powerful force, completely shaking away the surrounding black mist, and at the same time, also interrupting the connection between the black mist and the crow.

In that sword aura, Ning Chuan could clearly feel that the power of the gray yuan force had been magnified several times, just as Long Feihu said, without Ning Chuan's help, he couldn't shake the crow at all!

"What!?"

The Transformation Technique was interrupted again, and the crow's complexion also changed, however, his strength was not affected, and he had the Great Perfection Realm of the Spirit Void Realm, even if the Transformation Technique was broken, he also had a certain degree of confidence in the Dragon Flying Tiger.

The Demon Slaying Knife Technique cut through the dark air in the sky, and the sky had completely darkened at this time, but the offensive of the Sword Technique did not disappear with the disappearance of the black mist, but became more powerful.

Fang Cai's sword qi was oppressed by the black mist, and now it was unrestrained, and it was like a fish leaping into the dragon gate, soaring into the sky, and this momentum alone made the crow feel jealous.

"Still not to be taken lightly!"

This is the only thought in the crow's heart, seeing that the demon slaying knife method has come to this, he doesn't have time to think about so many questions, stepping on the void, holding the black yuan power in his hand, like a demon god, using martial arts, and fighting again.

"Absolute Yang Gong!"

As the seal fell, a cold aura came from the crow's body, and between his hands, the black yuan power was like a ribbon, winding towards the Demon Slaying Knife Technique.

Compared to the domineering spirit of the Demon Slaying Knife Technique, this Absolute Yang Skill appeared feminine, like a woman, and it didn't seem to be any aggressive, but Ning Chuan's brows only furrowed.

Is the crow a fool? No! He's very smart.

If he wants to confront Long Feihu head-on, then he will definitely pay a lot of price, but the current Absolute Yang Gong is to overcome rigidity with softness, and it is definitely the best choice to deal with the Demon Slaying Sword Technique.

Sure enough, just as Ning Chuan had guessed, the Absolute Yang Gong was entangled in the sword qi, and the power of the Demon Slaying Sword Technique was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no way to set off a trace of wind and waves.

"Senior Dragon, don't use brute force, you can't fight him!"

This martial art is just like the name, Jueyang, wrapping the Demon Slaying Sword Method, and constantly trying to dissipate the power of the Demon Slaying Sword Method, when he was under great pressure, Ning Chuan reminded loudly.

With the practice of overcoming rigidity with softness, ordinary cultivators can't do it, and if Ning Chuan wants to do it, he must also rely on the subtle realm, so he is very familiar with it.

Nodding, Long Feihu didn't say anything, but he also knew how to deal with it, and as soon as his belief moved, the Demon Slaying Sword Method stopped attacking, but slowly spun up, emitting bursts of trembling, expelling the Absolute Yang Gong three inches away, temporarily maintaining the momentum.

After all, it is Long Feihu, and the realm is much higher than Ning Chuan, and after getting Ning Chuan's reminder, he quickly knew how to face it.

"Go!"

With a cold snort, Long Feihu pushed the void with both hands, and a force entered the sword technique, and the next moment, the demon slaying knife technique was like an arrow off the string, directly breaking through the shackles of the Absolute Yang Gong and galloping away.

"Whew!"

Ning Chuan didn't react to the sudden rampage of the Demon Slaying Sword Technique, but the crow's pupils contracted, and he took a few steps back, and then continued to jump in the void, dodging the Demon Slaying Sword Technique.

It's a pity that the Demon Slaying Knife Technique has already locked the breath on him, he is fast, the Sword Technique is faster, a white light flashed, and the Demon Slaying Knife Technique passed directly through his body.

The pain of the intestines piercing the stomach made the crow scream, he dared to guarantee that this was the first time he felt such a sharp pain in hundreds of years of life, and he stopped and looked down to see that a big hole had been broken in his body by the Demon Slaying Knife Technique.

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

The blackened blood, now mixed with the minced meat, kept falling from the sky, fused with the blood in the city, and there was no difference between you and me.

"Boom la la ......"

The crows suffered heavy blows, and the countless dead slaves also lost their ability to move at that moment, and they fell one after another, unable to move anymore, and Ning Chuan was also temporarily relieved.

"Poof!"

The pale crow spat out a mouthful of blood again, looking like it would die at any time, but its strength had reached such a point, and it would not die just like that.

Gritting his teeth, the black yuan force condensed on the wound, and the terrifying wound was actually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, no worse than the pill refined by Ning Chuan.

"What!?"

Ning Chuan was taken aback by this method, if the crows were so powerful, they wouldn't have to continue to fight.

"Don't worry, he's just temporarily stopping the wound, his strength is damaged, and with the next move, I can make him lose his soul!"

Long Feihu said coldly, and the cold light in his eyes kept flickering.

Generally speaking, even if a cultivator has great hatred, he will not kill his soul, but the crow has a lot of sins, and even if he dies, Long Feihu does not want it to fall into reincarnation......

After the wound healed, perhaps because he felt the strength of the dragon and the tiger, the crow no longer had the intention of fighting, turned into a black mist, turned around and ran, without looking back, like a lost dog.

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