Down-to-earth, looking at the yin devil who spit blood, Wang Yi's eyes bloomed with a trace of cold light. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoWithout any hesitation, Wang Yi shot again, not giving the Yin devil time to breathe.

The streamer reappeared, and Wang Yi appeared behind the Yin devil in an instant. At this moment, the Yin Devil's face changed greatly, and he felt a strong sense of threat from Wang Yi's body.

The only pity is that it's too late now, even if the Yin Devil wants to, he can't dodge, after all, the speed of Wang Yi's Dacheng Realm's Streamer Technique is better than before, not to mention that he has just been hit by Wang Yi's Yin Thunder Method, and there is a trace of imperceptible stiffness in his body. This stiffness is nothing in normal times, but it is fatal in this moment.

The shape of the body changed, seizing the fleeting opportunity, Wang Yi pointed out, pointing directly at the vest of the Yin devil.

At this moment, Wang Yi's fingertips carried a sense of annihilation, and a trace of black qi loomed, which was the deadwood finger of one of the three supporting spells of the Great Kurong Sutra.

As one of the few attack spells in the wood genus, Deadwood Finger may not be powerful enough, but its weirdness and difficulty are definitely more than most spells.

Snort, his slender fingers swept through the messy body protection true qi, and pointed at the flesh and blood of the Yin devil.

The fingers came out of the body, and a finger-thick blood hole appeared on the back of the Yin Devil.

Faced with such a result, Wang Yi's face not only did not show joy, but was a little surprised. In his expectation, in the face of such a blow, the Yin Devil should forcibly burst out the true qi in his body to defend himself, but the result was not at all. In the face of the dead wood finger, the Yin Devil did not make an effective defense from beginning to end, if it was someone else, Wang Yi might also think that his actions were too fast, and the other party did not want to react but could not react at all, but the problem was that the Yin Devil was a monk in the crystallization stage, his level should not be like this.

The alarm rose in his heart, and in the next moment, Wang Yi not only did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but retreated, and when he felt this scene happening, the Yin Devil's originally painful face immediately became hideous.

Huo Ran turned around, and the Yin Devil raised his right hand, and a jet-black light burst out from his wide sleeve.

Wow, the black light flashed, the voice was harsh, looking at this black light, Wang Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

The distance was too close, the speed was too fast, Wang Yi had nowhere to hide, the only thing he could do was to activate the Yin Yin Thunder Method, forming a simple defense around his body.

Unfortunately, due to the rush of time, this defense composed of Yin Nether Thunder was too fragile, so fragile that it could be easily pierced by the black light.

Of course, the Yin Yin Thunder Method is not useless at all, at least it bought a little critical time for Wang Yi, allowing Wang Yi to avoid the vital parts of his body.

After all, the Netherworld Thunder Method is not a specialized defensive spell at all, and its defense power is really limited. If Wang Yi was able to take out his magic weapon Spiral Turtle Shield in time, then there would be no problem at all to block this blow, but it was a pity that Wang Yi didn't have time to take out the magic weapon at all, after all, the Spiral Turtle Shield was not an immortal sword.

There was silence, and the Yin Devil and Wang Yi stood opposite each other, looking at each other, both of them had cold killing intent rolling in their eyes.

In the battle just now, the two won and lost each other, Wang Yi seized the fleeting fighter, and the Yin devil was ruthless and unusually ruthless, and directly adopted the method of exchanging injuries for injuries.

At this moment, both of them are uncomfortable, which can be easily seen from their external performance.

The Yin Devil's originally not tall body was even more stiff at this moment, and the wound on his right shoulder was filled with a trace of black gas, constantly extinguishing his vitality.

And Wang Yi was no better, his robe was stained with blood, and a huge gap passed through his waist and ribs, and the blood flowed endlessly.

Coughing, the smell of blood spread in his mouth, Wang Yi spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the black blood landed on the ground not only sounded a sneering sound, but also exuded a disgusting fishy smell.

Glancing down at the black blood, Wang Yi couldn't help but cast his gaze on the right hand of the Yin Devil.

At this moment, there is an ebony thorn where there exists, the ebony thorn is a very ordinary magic weapon, and its power is not outstanding, but because its refining requirements are not high, it is quite sought after by some loose cultivators.

However, compared to ordinary ebony thorns, the ebony thorns of the yin devil are quite different and appear more vicious. As soon as he was injured by the ebony thorn, Wang Yi sensed that something was wrong, it can be said that if it weren't for Wang Yi's strong sense, he would probably have been hit, because although the toxin on the ebony thorn is not strong, it is quite hidden, and it is easy for ordinary people to ignore the past.

"Boy, the old man has to admit that he underestimated you, but you are still certain to die, because I will do my best in the future, and I will not give you any more chances. ”

The tone was deep and cold, and when he said this, the Yin Devil's small eyes stared at Wang Yi tightly, and there was no trace of contempt on his face.

Hearing this, Wang Yi didn't speak, just looked down at the wound between his waist and ribs.

At this moment, there was still blood flowing from the wound, and after three breaths, Wang Yi suddenly raised his head and showed a smile at the Yin Devil.

It's just that this smile is very cold and cold, without the slightest temperature, which makes people can't help but feel cold.

"Is your wound healed?"

The voice is gentle, like a greeting between friends.

Hearing this, the Yin Devil's pupils suddenly shrank, showing his inner unpeace. The reason why he was talking nonsense with Wang Yi just now was to delay the time to deal with the wound left by Wang Yi's dead wood finger, after all, a trace of silence on the dead wood finger was really difficult, but what he didn't expect was that Wang Yi actually saw through his purpose, and what he didn't expect was that Wang Yi didn't stop it after seeing through it, and he didn't know if he was too confident or too stupid.

"Boy, since you know that you dare to do this, you are really looking for death. ”

The voice rose suddenly, the killing intent on his body boiled, and the Yin Devil's originally rickety body quietly straightened up at this moment, like a hunting leopard, ready to attack.

And after hearing this, the smile on the corner of Wang Yi's mouth couldn't help but expand a little, brilliant and dazzling, with a strong sense of irony.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say. ”

The smile retracted, and Wang Yi said a word without a beginning or an end.

Boom, the nonsense stopped, the war rekindled, the two kept fighting, and the inspiration kept flashing. Yin wind, thunder, fire, and blue light are intertwined to form a colorful picture.

It is worth mentioning that the Yin Devil himself is a fire cultivator, and the spell he cultivates is a spell that complements the Yin Wind Skull's Yin Wind and the Yin Wind of the Yin Wind Skull, which has brought Wang Yi a lot of trouble.

His face was calm, and he used the streamer technique again to avoid a yin wind and phosphorus fire, and Wang Yi's face was pale and terrifying.

Through the series of battles just now, a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound on his waist again, and even if he swallowed the pill, he couldn't stop it.

Looking at Wang Yi's pale face, in addition to a trace of pride, there was an irrepressible shock in the depths of the Yin devil's heart.

Although he had already made up his mind to bring down Wang Yi from the beginning of the battle, he never thought that Wang Yi would be able to hold out for so long, you must know that he didn't have the slightest release in the fight just now, and Wang Yi was able to be on par with him, it was really a bit incredible, it didn't look like the performance of a true Yuan stage monk, if it weren't for the breath on his body that couldn't be faked, the Yin Devil would probably suspect that Wang Yi was a monk in the same realm as him. (To be continued.) )