In the process of shrouding, the speed was extremely fast, and even if the black-robed middle-aged man performed a strange body technique, he could not escape the encirclement of the heart devouring worm.

"Dark Sword, Sword Rain!" The black-robed middle-aged man snorted coldly, and the black long sword in his hand tossed and turned, and suddenly a three-meter arc was blown.

Based on the tip of the sword, there is a black sword shadow constantly bursting out of it.

Murong Xin'er clearly saw that among the black long swords that poured out one after another, they seemed very condensed, as if they were substance.

The condensed sword exuded a fierce aura, and when it touched the Hearteater, it seemed to immediately burn it.

The power emanating from this long sword is extremely corrosive, and the Hearteater seems to be unable to withstand this power.

But this Heart-Eater sub-worm was constantly pouring out of the female worm in Murong Xin'er's body, and the amount of this gushing out alone could already completely ignore the consumption.

The black-robed middle-aged man always frowned, and this little girl's body has been exuding a force to suppress herself.

Every time these powers fell on this woman's body, they were completely reduced, and the source of this power seemed to be on the jade ring on the right hand of the girl in the red dress.

In this jade ring, there was an invisible force flowing, which made the middle-aged man in the black robe obviously perceive the oppression, and when he exerted his strength, he felt much more difficult than usual.

But even so, the black-robed middle-aged man had no intention of retreating.

The strength of his whole body is constantly mobilized from his body.

Immediately after that, the black long sword, which was originally as thick as an arm, suddenly swelled several times.

And emitted a series of black blades that continued to sweep towards the Hearteater, under this more powerful attack.

The shrouded momentum that Murong Xin'er had built was gradually disintegrated by this black blade, and in the face of this situation, she couldn't help but feel a tightening of her heart again.

These powerhouses of the demon clan are really very difficult to deal with.

This feeling of hardship seemed to hollow out the true qi in Murong Xin'er's body.

Fortunately, in this Gu technique, the consumption of true qi is relatively low, so that the true qi will not be exhausted in a short period of time.

But in the face of such a grim situation, Murong Xin'er still felt helpless.

Murong Xin'er's Heart-Eater Worms were defeated by the black sword blade one after another, and the amount gushing out of her body was far from keeping up with the amount that was consumed.

But the appearance of the middle-aged man in the black robe is no better.

His face began to turn pale, and exerting this tremendous power was not a small drain on him.

However, Murong Xin'er has always been unstable because she has just stepped into the lower grade of the ground, and her strength foundation is unstable, and in less than three minutes, she has begun to feel weak in the follow-up.

In the following time, she still worked hard to drain the little remaining true qi in her body, and she was still making a stubborn resistance.

Seeing that the Hearteater Worm was gradually exhausted, those black blades finally broke through the last line of defense and suddenly rushed towards Murong Xin'er's body.

The speed of this black sword blade was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was less than three meters in front of Murong Xin'er.

Being approached by this black blade, Murong Xin'er felt a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Under this kind of crisis, with her own body, there seems to be no way to deal with it.

The Dao Technique she can master is really very limited.

It was only in the next moment that Murong Xin'er felt that death was imminent.

A wall of blue ice several meters wide suddenly condensed three feet in front of him.

When this ice wall condensed, it emitted an extremely cold aura, which immediately blocked the black blade and let out a loud boom that resounded through the sky.

And the seemingly tough blue ice wall continued to spread out cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, it was shattered under the attack of the black blade.

Then a figure in a blue dress swept in front of Murong Xin'er.

The woman in the blue dress, with the ice under her feet, walked in the air, as if she were walking on the flat ground.

"Sister Yanran!" Seeing this familiar figure, Murong Xin'er's face was suddenly full of excitement, and she shouted gratefully.

But as soon as these words fell, Murong Xin'er's heart suddenly tightened, and her cousin's blue dress was stained a lot red with blood.

On the arm holding the ice sword, a trace of blood flowed down.

But Murong Yanran's slightly pale face didn't seem to care about the injuries on her body, and the ice sword in her hand shook suddenly.

As the true qi in his body was injected into the ice sword, a fierce cold qi burst out from it.

Wherever the icy cold air passed, the mist in the air a hundred meters away around it turned into pieces of broken ice and fell to the ground before an instant, and from a distance, it looked like it was constantly hail.

"I thought that human beings were all garbage, but I didn't expect to meet some people who could fight, and they were still little girls!"

The appearance of the black-robed middle-aged man became more and more hideous, and then he smiled coldly and said:

"Hehe, I'm reluctant to kill the two of you, at most, I'll abolish your cultivation, and then let Ye enjoy it......"

"If it's lucky, each of you gives birth to a boy and a half girl for me, then I can consider cultivating you well and making you go to the next level!"

The smile of the middle-aged man in the black robe became more and more obscene, and he looked at the two women in front of him as if they had been regarded as a meal on a plate.

"Don't talk nonsense here, I want to bully my sister, there is no door!"

After shouting, Murong Yanran's figure suddenly moved, and the ice sword in his hand carried the momentum of breaking the wind, and suddenly slashed down at the head of the black-robed middle-aged man.

The black-robed middle-aged man still smiled coldly, and struck at the black long sword in his hand.

But at the moment when the two attacks were about to collide, Murong Yanran's figure disappeared in place strangely.

Seeing the blue figure disappear, the black-robed middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

However, his perception was extremely keen, so he captured Murong Yanran's specific location at the first time.

"Carving insect skills!"

The black-robed middle-aged man snorted coldly, suddenly turned the sword body around, and quickly struck behind him.

But at the moment when the black-robed middle-aged man was proud, he found that the movements of his arms began to slow down.

And the whole arm began to become cold, and at some point, his arm was actually adhered to by the mist in the air, and the mist immediately condensed into ice.

With the hindrance of this ice cube, the movements of the black-robed middle-aged man were reduced to a certain extent.

The speed at which this is reduced may seem insignificant, but it is extremely important.

At this moment, the face of the black-robed middle-aged man was suddenly covered with horror.