"Ahem, is it necessary to be so ruthless?" Xie Zeming got up from the dirt pit, his face very embarrassed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Huo Xinchen sneered, "You came by yourself, I'm just defending myself..."

Xie Ze understood him, and was very shocked by Huo Xinchen's strength in his heart, he knew that Huo Xinchen didn't use all his strength at all, and until now, Huo Xinchen only used one set of fingerings, and the sword was not used at all, he didn't believe that Huo Xinchen really didn't like to use a sword.

Although the realm is still two stars higher than Huo Xinchen, but Huo Xinchen is the strength of the gray pupil, although they learned from Yan Youxing that Huo Xinchen is a dragon master, but his talent is definitely better than the red pupil or even the purple pupil.

"Xiao Tong show Brother Xinchen your strength!" Huo Xinchen looked at Qiu Yitong with a smile, he wanted to know what was so special about the golden pupil at the apex of the dragon martial artist.

Qiu Yitong blinked her autumn-like eyes and said mischievously: "Brother Xinchen, don't be beaten and cried by me!"

At this time, Xie Zeming came over and secretly whispered a few words to Huo Xinchen, hoping that Huo Xinchen would retreat. But Huo Xinchen was only slightly surprised, and the battle intent in his eyes was even stronger.

Xie Zeming knew that this competition was inevitable, looking at the harmless Qiu Yitong, Xie Zeming shivered inexplicably, and remembered the scene when he was beaten by Qiu Yitong a few days ago.

Xie Zeming walked to Jiang Yuwei's side and smiled bitterly, but he was very surprised to see Jiang Yuwei's expression.

Jiang Yuwei glanced at Xie Zeming, "Don't you think this competition is very interesting?"

Xie Zeming touched the back of his head a little inexplicably, "What's interesting?"

Jiang Yuwei looked at Huo Xinchen and Qiu Yitong not far away, "Don't you want to know which one is stronger, the Dragon Warrior and the Golden Pupil?"

Hearing Jiang Yuwei say this, Xie Zeming suddenly became interested.

Qiu Yitong's weapon is a huge scythe, which is in stark contrast to her petite body, and the little loli and the huge death scythe form a strong visual impact.

This time, Huo Xinchen did not underestimate it in the slightest, and pulled out the long sword inserted in the ground, this long sword was not the Yan Yi sword, but the first-order intermediate long sword. The quality of Yan Yijian is too high, I am afraid that it will be seen by those who have a heart, and the husband is not guilty!

"Xiaotong, I'm here!" Huo Xinchen reminded.

"Fengtian Sword Mang!" Huo Xinchen let out a low snort, and a cyan sword light slashed from the sky with a strong sword aura.

Seeing this, Xie Zeming couldn't help but pout, "Patriarchal!" It can be clearly seen that the trick Huo Xinchen is using now is much more powerful than the Star Finger.

"Poof!" Jiang Yuwei on the other side couldn't help but laugh dumbly when she saw this.

The huge scythe formed a series of afterimages in front of Qiu Yitong under the swing of Qiu Yitong, forming a black net, as if to block the world.

The cyan sword slashed in front of the black net, shattering violently, and Huo Xinchen, who was watching, was amazed. Next, Huo Xinchen's Fengtian sword, and the black net in front of Qiu Yitong were also a lot more illusory.

This blow Huo Xinchen only used sixty percent of his strength, and even used all his strength, Huo Xinchen believed that Qiu Yitong could also block it.

"Scatter!" Qiu Yitong shouted, and the black net in front of her turned into scythes and slashed towards Huo Xinchen in all directions.

Seeing this, Huo Xinchen pointed and pressed on the sword body, the sword body trembled slightly, and a cyan light faintly appeared.

Huo Xinchen's face was slightly pale, and a sky-high sword suddenly stood up, "Slash!" With Huo Xinchen's order, the Fengtian sword suddenly slashed forward as if entering a no-man's land, and the scythe on the road shattered and turned into a little fluorescent.

And Huo Xinchen's tiger mouth cracked slightly, and a drop of gray blood flowed out, which was inadvertently thrown at the corner of Qiu Yitong's mouth.

Qiu Yitong felt a trace of liquid at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help licking it, and after licking, Qiu Yitong froze.

At this time, Huo Xinchen suddenly found that Qiu Yitong was holding the strange scythe of death in his hand and let out bursts of wails, like the roars of countless powerful ghosts under the Nine Shadows.

At this time, Qiu Yitong's eyes showed a painful look, and the clarity in his eyes was slowly fading.

Suddenly, Qiu Yitong also sent out a spiritual power fluctuation that shocked Huo Xinchen, only to see her black sickle wrapped with a trace of black gas, black lines slowly appeared on Qiu Yitong's originally white skin, and her autumn-like eyes also became extremely cold, like a layer of hundred-year-old ice. Qiu Yitong, who has black lines, looks very enchanting at this time.

Huo Xinchen looked at the strange Qiu Yitong and felt a hint of danger, only to see a huge death phantom slowly appear behind Qiu Yitong. The huge scythe of death in the hand of the Grim Reaper Phantom swung towards the Fengtian sword that slashed at him.

With this simple wave, Huo Xinchen's ten-foot-long Fengtian sword was actually cut off by his waist. A huge momentum directly rushed Huo Xinchen away, causing him to take several steps back in a row.

Huo Xinchen felt a great pressure, while Jiang Yuwei and Xie Zeming froze in place, under the shadow of the god of death, they found that their strength was suppressed, and they couldn't resist at all.

"Xiaotong, is that you?" Huo Xinchen shouted loudly.

But Qiu Yitong didn't seem to hear it, he just glanced at him lightly, and the Death Phantom behind him brandished a sickle and slashed towards Huo Xinchen. Black death gas wrapped around the Scythe of Death, and the surrounding greenery began to wither rapidly.

Huo Xinchen seemed to see countless souls wrapped around the scythe of death, and the wailing sound hit Huo Xinchen's heart, and his head was gnawed by thousands of ants.

Fortunately, Huo Xinchen's soul is fused with Mochizuki, which is equivalent to the soul power of two people, otherwise he will definitely not be able to move like Xie Zeming and them.

Huo Xinchen didn't know how Qiu Yitong could become like this, but he found that Qiu Yitong's murderous aura locked him. Immediately, he immediately drew the Yanyi Sword from the space ring.

"Dragonization!" Huo Xinchen roared, pieces of dragon scales climbed up Huo Xinchen's body, and a huge dragon wing also stretched out, the gray dragon pupils did not have any emotional color, and the whole person exuded a savage atmosphere.

Huo Xinchen raised his head arrogantly, showing disdain for the god of death.

The Grim Reaper Phantom behind Qiu Yitong was moved when he saw Huo Xinchen's dragonization, and Qiu Yitong's body trembled slightly.

"Blood Refining Realm!" As Huo Xinchen's words lived, this suburb was surrounded by blood, and the huge suction force made the speed of the Death Scythe stop for a moment, and the phantom of the Death God also faded a little. But the scythe of death in his hand continued to swing down.

"Burst blood!" Huo Xinchen snorted coldly, and the realm of his whole body rose rapidly, staying at the Nine Stars of Spirit Disciples. Huo Xinchen didn't dare to hide it in the slightest now, and used all his hole cards. Huo Xinchen believed that even a cultivator with a one-star condensing vein would avoid its edge.

The Yan Yi Sword was slowly covered with scorching flames, and the cross of the flames met the scythe of death, and the Yan Yi Sword was warmed by Xia Zhimeng with the Exploding Throne, and it was not an extraordinary product.

The dragon scales on Huo Xinchen's hand suddenly cracked, and a trace of red blood flowed out. But Huo Xinchen's eyes were still cold, as if he was not hurt.

Qiu Yitong and Huo Xinchen were in such a stalemate, but within the scope of the Blood Refining Realm, the Death Illusory Shadow was really slowly being refined by Huo Xinchen, and the power of the Death Scythe was gradually draining, and Huo Xinchen absorbed the power of the Death God and became more and more powerful.

Huo Xinchen didn't go to refine Qiu Yitong's deity, because he could guess that the current Qiu Yitong was involuntarily, and the culprit was naturally the Grim Reaper Phantom.

Huo Xinchen once again flicked open the scythe of death, at this time Huo Xinchen was covered in blood, like a Shura who had just crawled out of purgatory, a pair of gray dragon eyes were emotionless, but he could feel the heavy killing intent from it.

The Grim Reaper Phantom staggered, Huo Xinchen shook the dragon wings, and came to the front of the Grim Reaper Phantom who was about to descend, a red cross struck out in an instant, and a huge flame engulfed the entire Grim Reaper Phantom.

The Exploding Throne is the ultimate of the laws of the fire system, and it is the strongest flame.

Even if it was as strong as the Grim Reaper Phantom, he struggled painfully, and finally the Grim Reaper Phantom took a deep look at Huo Xinchen and turned into a black gas and sank into Qiu Yitong's body.

Absorbing a lot of the power of death, Huo Xinchen's side effects of blood explosion were much smaller, and he hugged Qiu Yitong who was in a coma, his eyes were full of love.

At this time, the pressure that bound Xie Zeming disappeared, and at this time their eyes were still wide, they completely saw the earth-shattering battle just now, was it still a duel in the Spirit Disciple Realm?

"This matter is strange, don't tell anyone!" Huo Xinchen admonished, and then quickly rushed to the villa with Qiu Yitong in his arms.