The man pulled a strip of cloth from his body and bandaged the two severed fingers haphazardly. With this done, he removed the remaining three pieces of armor from his left hand and placed them on top of his right hand.

"You're going to die!"

The man popped out these three words from between his teeth, and at the same time, he closed his right palm, which was as straight as a sword, and wisps of purple smoke emanated from the jet-black armor. After the purple smoke rose and stained the man's clothes, in the blink of an eye, it corroded and opened a hole.

Cloud opening mid-grade martial arts, bone erosion claws!

"Don't forget, there's me!" Mo Qinghan shouted at the man's back, his slender arms in front of his chest, his pink fists clenched, and he put on a fist parry posture ready to attack.

Xuan Chen shouted to the girl from afar through the person: "Don't act rashly, this person is very dangerous, hurry up and stay away, don't stay there!"

The man sneered: "It's so intimate, it's all dying and still thinking about others." In this case, I will send you pair of wild mandarin ducks on the road, on the Huangquan Road, and kiss me well!"

As soon as the words fell, the man suddenly rushed towards Xuanchen. The purple smoke on the pitch-black armor became more and more intense.

Xuanchen has a horizontal sword in his heart, ready to re-condense the momentum of wind killing, even if the aura in his body is insufficient, the power will be much worse than before.

But at this moment, the man suddenly turned around one hundred and eighty degrees, and then killed Mo Qinghan on the opposite side at a faster speed. In one go, it is obvious that there has been a plan for a long time.

"Let's go!"

Xuan Chen screamed, stepped on his feet violently, and used his body technique to the extreme to chase after the man.

"If it weren't for the fact that you had to die, with such a delicate face, I really want to enjoy it!" A lewd smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, but at the same time, the five fingers of his right hand had already made a "heart-digging" gesture without hesitation, killing decisively.

Mo Qinghan, who was shrouded by the killing machine, was a little panicked at first, but soon, he became stubborn and refused to flinch, staring at the menacing man.

Of course she was afraid, how could a girl who had lived under the protection of her family and her father and mother not be afraid when she faced such a fierce outlaw for the first time?

The girl's toes drew a half-spin on the ground, and an aura condensed in the middle......

But at this moment, a thin figure flew in front of the girl.

"Bold villain, don't want to hurt my young lady!"

The thin figure roared angrily, and then threw a sharp punch at the man.

The change abruptly appeared, and the man saw that he was about to succeed, but he killed a person who was in the way, and even punched him without saying a word, and he was surprised and stabbed his right arm without showing weakness.

It's a good thing for me, isn't it? It's hard to hit it, isn't it?

Then it depends on whether your fist is hard enough to withstand the "bone-eating claw" between my fingers!

The answer soon became clear. Although the thin figure turned the tide between the lightning and flint, but looking at its momentum, the strength of that person's realm should be at most between the middle of the world, and it will never be high. And in a hurry, this punch has a sense of haste of "being ordered in danger".

With a naked fist, he meets the powerful claw inlaid with sharp armor, and naturally collapses with a single touch!

The fist of the thin figure instantly opened the flesh and blood.

The three intact sharp armor pieces broke straight through the fist and pierced deeply into the fist joints of the thin figure, and with a click, the hand bones burst, making people unbearable to look at directly.

It's just that the flesh injury is actually not too bad, and it is not unusual for a cultivator to hurt his muscles and bones. So even if the fist of the thin figure is in a bit miserable, it doesn't hurt the roots, at most it's a colic. However, when the strange purple smoke on the man's armor eroded into the flesh and bones of that fist, the fist of the thin figure began to flow down thick black blood in the blink of an eye, and then the entire fist became like black charcoal.

"Uhh......h

"Dry monkey!"

Mo Qinghan, who was firmly covered by the thin figure behind her, was suddenly anxious, seeing this shocking picture, she was so distressed that her voice appeared crying.

The thin young man nicknamed "Dry Monkey" by the girl stubbornly pressed against the man's paws, his face turned pale, his head broke out in cold sweat, and his arms began to tremble, but in his resolute eyes, there was still no flinch.

"Miss, don't come here, hide away, the fat man is going to move the rescuers, he will arrive soon, you don't have to worry about me!"

"I can't go!"

"Miss, it's all this time, if you hesitate any longer, we won't survive!"

"Hehe, the master and servant are deeply affectionate, don't worry, don't worry, one by one, they all have to die. ”

When the thin young man heard this, he finally took a closer look at the man's face and exclaimed, "Are you Ma Er?!"

The man's face changed slightly, "Who are you?"

The thin young man's pale lips trembled, and he sneered: "My young lady is the daughter of the great elder of the Mo family, I advise you to restrain yourself from the precipice, and leave now, the Mo family can not blame the past!"

The man named Ma Er, with his eyes on the station, immediately restrained his smile, and the killing intent was even stronger, "You can't be a fool when I am a fool!"

Since the identity has been recognized, then the grass must be cut and eradicated, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

The spiritual power on Ma Er's right claw rose again, so he wanted to abolish the arm of the thin young man first, and then kill them one by one.

However, the next moment, Ma Er was shocked, decisively withdrew his right paw, and moved to the left.

A wind killing sword swept across Ma Er's neck.

It's a pity that Ma Er reacted in time and had already dodged out, and a sword missed, only cutting off the remnants of Ma Er's original location.

Xuanchen took advantage of the situation to pursue, his right hand opened slightly, let go of the hilt of the sword, and turned to his left hand to catch the sword. Then, the dust under Xuanchen's feet was windless, but it showed a tendency to chop the waves, flying and scattering to both sides.

I saw Xuanchen throw a horizontal punch, and the wind on the fist whined, blasting into Ma Er's ribs.

The next product of the cloud opening, Iron Mountain Fist!

Ma Er's eyes froze, who would have thought that a young man in the Qi Spirit Realm would make a series of swords, collect swords, and punch in a series of ways.

He was in a state of lateral movement, and he had no time to respond, so he could only use his spiritual power to protect his ribs. Although he knew that in this instant, even if the spiritual power could operate in time, it was still a drop in the bucket, and it was definitely impossible to completely protect the powerful punch of the young man.

"Click!"

There was the sound of bones breaking!

A stream of scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of Ma Er's mouth. Unwilling to swallow this mouthful, he forcibly endured the pain of breaking his bones, and he didn't have time to tear up the little bastard who hurt people in the back, so he swept it over with a palm by inertia.

Xuan Chen raised his left hand holding the sword to block, but a "Wind Killing Sword" that was almost superficial, and a so-so "Iron Mountain Fist", made his already insufficient dantian qi sea fall into an even worse situation.

Therefore, Ma Er's angry palm, although the general trend has gone, but for Xuanchen, who is in a worrying situation, it is difficult to parry!

With a crisp and neat palm, it broke through the resistance of Xuanchen's left arm and pressed heavily on Xuanchen's chest. The chest that had been torn apart by Ma Eryi's claws immediately bled like an infusion.

Xuanchen knelt on one knee with his sword, and after Ma Er rolled around on the eaves, he staggered up.

After Mo Qinghan bandaged the thin young man's arm as fast as he could, he immediately ran to Xuanchen's side and squatted in front of Xuanchen, holding a small jade bottle in his hand, and poured it on Xuanchen's chest without saying a word.

"Hiss......" Xuanchen frowned slightly.

"Bear with me, this is a hemostasis, and it will hurt a little at first. Mo Qinghan said.

Xuan Chen squeezed out a smile, "I'm fine." ”

Mo Qinghan raised his head and glanced at Xuan Chen, who grinned, stopped talking, and began to race against time to breathe.

"In front of the girl, the head can be broken and bleeding, and the word 'pain' can't be said to death. You kid, human, not smart, face, very smart. Yi Nian joked with the voice of the heart lake.

Xuanchen ignored the thought and fell into the well, and said with a straight face: "I still want to make another sword." ”

As soon as he looked through the obstacles, he went straight to the sea of Xuanchen Dantian Qi, and saw that the little spiritual energy left was almost dry, so he said: "I'm afraid that it is difficult for a good woman to succeed, and there is no rice to cook." ”

"I didn't know until I tried it. Xuan Chen said with a firm look in his eyes.

This sword must be released, Xuan Chen didn't know when the rescue soldier in the mouth of the thin young man would come, but it was not in front of him, so he couldn't fall. Mo Qinghan can't take risks, he must not, and the thin young man, his entire arm is blue and black at this moment, his breath is weak, and he can't take care of himself.

Looking at Ma Er, who was standing two feet away, although he was wounded, he still had the strength to continue to kill the three of them. He was now loosening his belt, moving up to the broken ribs, tightening it so hard that he bared his teeth in pain. He moved his right arm, as if adjusting to the pain of a broken bone in his lower back.

Then Xuanchen, he can't retreat, he can't retreat even half a step, and the next sword must be released, and it must not be too weak.

Xuanchen staggered to his feet, and the Nine Qianrong Veins passed through the strengthened meridians, trying his best to absorb the aura from the outside world. He said to Mo Qinghan, "Stand behind me." ”

Mo Qinghan refused to budge, "I don't!"

"Quick!" Xuan Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The girl was taken aback, and she looked at her in front of her with a dull look that had been gentle to her, not to mention that she was so strict, that is, the boy who had never given her a look at all.

In fact, as soon as he blurted it out, Xuanchen immediately regretted it, and he just hated that he couldn't swallow that word back into his stomach. He cares about the safety of the girl in front of him, and why doesn't the girl in front of him care about him? He shouldn't be like this.

Xuan Chen held back the pain of the wound, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "Trust me." ”

Mo Qinghan nodded heavily, walked behind Xuanchen, and immediately his face was instantly indifferent, his white fingers were clenched tightly, a girl who had never had a life-and-death battle with someone dared to kill!

"Among the juniors I've seen, you're the only one who is really not afraid of death, it's not a bad thing, but at least you have to live. Otherwise, everyone is dead, and whether it is good or bad, it depends on what others say. Ma Er stood up straight, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "If it drags on any longer, someone will come up below, and it will be very troublesome." I'm going to kill you as fast as I can, so you can rest assured that it won't be too painful. ”

"Then your knowledge is inevitably too short-sighted......" Xuan Chen changed to holding the sword in his right hand, he stared at the man and asked, "What is the purpose of your coming here?"

"Heh......" Ma Er sneered, revealing his bloodshot teeth, "You kid, it's stupid to ask such a question." Well, before you close your eyes, I can mercifully make you die blind, who made your boy hungry for me. ”

Ma Er glanced at the rusty iron sword in Xuanchen's hand again, "The sword is a good sword, but you still use it?"

"Please wait and see!" Xuan Chen said.

"Hehe, good!"

After speaking, Ma Er's body moved, the five fingers of his right hand were put together on his chest, and on the nail piece, the purple smoke rekindled, curling up.

Xuan Chen's wrist twisted, his left hand held the hilt of the sword at the same time, and he held the sword in both hands, betting on all the aura in the sea of dantian qi, and made a desperate bet.

Coupled with the aura absorbed from heaven and earth by the Nine Dry Fusion Veins in the previous short period of time, the wind killing sword momentum can only condense one-fifth at most, which means that the next sword must hit the key point directly, otherwise it will definitely be defeated.

Xuan Chen stared at Ma Er who was rushing towards him, holding his breath and concentrating, trying to find his flaws. For a while, it seemed that everything was quiet, and the flow of the long river of time slowed down, plopping and plopping, and in Xuanchen's ears, only the sound of his heart beating.

One foot, half a foot, three feet!

Ma Er was only three feet away from Xuanchen. Xuanchen broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes gradually became trance, and his vision appeared blurry and ghosted, but there was still no trace. Mo Qinghan behind him, his ten knuckles clenched white without the slightest blood.

Sitting further back, the thin man who clenched the black green right arm with his left hand and gritted his teeth to support it, whispered anxiously: "It's all this time, what are you waiting for if you kid doesn't have a sword yet!"

A drop of sweat rolled down from the tip of Xuanchen's nose, and a voice came from the heart lake.

"The east wind is coming to the west, Hengjian!"

Ma Er's five fingers were together, but it was not a sword, but it was like a sword, piercing Xuan Chen's heart, "Resist stubbornly, die!"

Xuanchen's pupils shrank, his vision condensed, and the ghosting merged from the outside to the inside, returning to clarity.

"Sword go!"

A sword cut horizontally, and the sword momentum was weak, even far inferior to the previous two swords, but just when Ma Er's "Bone Erosion Claw" was about to pierce Xuanchen's heart, the cold light flashed.

Tick tock.

Ma Er's eyes widened, staring at his right arm in disbelief, under the long sleeve that was broken in two, the blood line that spread from the palm of his hand to his shoulder, a touch of despair surged into his heart. At this moment, his mind tensed, and the nerves in his arm had time to convey his senses to his brain.

But the next moment, blood gushed wildly.

Xuan Chen's chest and placket, which had already shown a little coagulated blood, were dyed wet again in an instant.

"Ah......h

Ma Er wailed bitterly, and pressed it with his left hand as if it were a broken bamboo, and was divided into two arms from the middle.

"My hands, my hands!"

Xuanchen's feet flickered, he staggered back a step, his eyes were erratic, he was exhausted, his strength was endless, and his aura was exhausted.

Seeing this, Mo Qinghan hurriedly stepped forward to support Xuanchen.

Finally, at this time, two people appeared on the eaves, a short and fat young man, and a burly man in the prime of life.

The man in the black shirt shouted angrily to the side: "Bastard, if you dare to hurt Qinghan, I have to break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man did not have time to deal with his miserable right hand, stared at the pale and weak face, turned and tried his best to flee towards the mountains and forests outside the iron ore factory.

"Don't let him run. Mo Qinghan shouted loudly.

The figure of the man in black shirt rose from the ground, his speed was extremely fast, and a momentum several times stronger than Ma Er swept away.

But just as the figure of the man in black shirt was off the ground, a small sound suddenly sounded from the side of the mountain forest. Ma Er's footsteps froze instantly, he froze in place, his face distorted, and he fell to the ground in great pain.

First, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then his face turned black and his muscles were swollen, but in the blink of an eye, Ma Er's seven orifices also oozed black blood, and without any struggle, his breath collapsed, and his eyes were almost bulging out, and he was no longer alive.

"Sound Gu?" the man in black exclaimed.