Wen Yiming was in shock and admiration for Long Xiuzhu at the moment, and the latter was not shocked.

Long Xiuzhu expected the fierceness of the Demon Breaking Pill, but it was still very unexpected.

The three shots attacked in a row, devouring his remaining nearly sixty percent of the true yuan, making him only a little more than two percent of the true yuan at this time.

In the outbreak of the previous two rounds, he also activated a lot of hole cards, and he consumed a lot of his strength.

Although the Demon Breaking Pill was a foreign object, it did not prevent Long Xiuzhu from admiring Wen Yiming, he knew very well that the latter was both an alchemist and an alchemy master, which was also part of his strength.

He knew very well that if he lost both in a desperate situation, maybe Wen Yiming would be more suitable for survival than him.

It's just that so far, he doesn't know that Wen Yiming has achieved the dual skills of the divine master, otherwise it will be even more shocking.

At this time, there was a momentary battle in Long Xiuzhu's eyes.

If he attacked again, with his perception of Wen Yiming's current injury, he would be able to severely damage him to the point of dying with two swords at most, and even kill him.

He clearly sensed the backlash that the opponent had received because of the forced switch of attack in the middle of the attack, and with his own attack, his injuries were already not light.

However, the true yuan he had left was only enough to break the Demon Pill with one blow, and it would be devoured.

In other words, at the moment, both of them have only one chance left to shoot a knife, and the victory or defeat is likely to be between one move.

After that, both sides may rely on forging body cultivation to make it a hard regret, which is the most primitive fight.

He believed that the true yuan devoured by Wen Yiming would never be left, as early as in the first battle in Northern Xinjiang many years ago, he learned that the less true yuan Wen Yiming had, the more terrifying his combat power would be.

At the thought of it, it was like a flash of lightning, and he was not allowed to think about it, and he was already covered in cold hairs.

He saw Wen Yiming, who was bleeding from the seven orifices, frantically took out the pill and the potion to swallow, and felt that the other party had recovered to sixty percent due to devouring his true element.

At this time, Wen Yiming did not stand still to breathe and recover, but ignored the black blood vomited out of his mouth, and was retreating violently, and at the same time, a familiar breath faintly came out.

The recipe for the film appeared......

There were faint signs of phantom shadows in the sky, and Long Xiuzhu was shocked, knowing that this was the precursor of the Six Divine Seals, and it was the kind of Six Divine Seals that he had suffered before.

It's not trivial, don't think about it!

At the same time as the pupils contracted, as Long Xiuzhu's body rotated, the Demon Devouring Knife slashed out a circle of round blades in all directions, and in an instant, they merged into one.

In the distance, Wen Yiming, who was forcibly pressed against the blood and internal injuries, frantically pinched his hand, and the phantom of the Burning Sky Seal was rapidly condensing in the air behind him.

He knew very well his state at this moment, if Long Xiuzhu rushed to chase and forced him to dock a knife, even if he could empty his true yuan, he would also be in a state of collapse, Long Xiuzhu's full force just now made him extremely serious, and he only had the last hand to burn the sky seal to have a chance to redeem the disadvantage, and even lay the victory.

The backlash was still surging upward, and the injuries of the backlash could not be suppressed, and the Burning Heaven Seal was forcibly cast, making him instantly overwhelmed by the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the pain of frequent breakage raged everywhere.

Suddenly, he vaguely saw the pieces of knives that Long Xiuzhu had slashed out with his fixed steps, carrying countless palm shadows in the merger, and he faintly rose into the air and slashed down.

The locked aura was undisguised, and it was actually weird to integrate the Demon Devouring Knife into it, wrapped in a thick True Yuan Knife, and it fell into the air with the momentum of opening the world.

"Ho ah——!"

Two frantic shouts roared from the throats of the two!

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird and the Snake of the Burning Sky Seal suddenly condensed, and the scorching breath instantly locked Long Xiuzhu, and the Void Hand Shadow appeared out of thin air, shocking and killing.

The space where Long Xiuzhu was located was fiery red, making his face blue and convex, and he was crazy to carry the True Yuan with his bare hands.

Wen Yiming's last handprint was played, and there was no time to spare, black blood vomited out of his mouth with a pungent fishy smell, and the injury continued to worsen, the true yuan was already less than one percent, and the high-level unyielding of the dragon spear was activated again.

Wen Yiming's eyes flashed with determination, and there was shock.

When the pound of thin knives that fell by the air force made him unpredictable about the life and death of the next moment, the steel teeth were about to shatter, and the feet soared into the air, and the dragon spear burst out.

Not far away, he could also feel Long Xiuzhu's full force erupt, and a dull roar with an extremely dusty roar came towards him.

Wen Yiming had no time to pay attention to Long Xiuzhu's current situation, he was already doing his best at the moment, the moment the swords and guns met, the deafening sonorous sound made him deaf in both ears in an instant.

The dragon spear trembled at a high frequency in his hand, and finally came out with the blood line of the tiger's mouth cracking.

His eyes were full of stars, and a gray scene flashed black, and he was almost shocked to faint.

As the blood sprayed wildly, he felt a stiff sluggish sensation coming from his limbs, and he had already understood in an instant that it was the control effect of the palm shadow carried in the Demon Devouring Knife, which came from the palm technique of the king thief.

At this moment, he had to admire Long Xiuzhu, he still did this step in the face of the urgent Burning Sky Seal, he still didn't take much advantage with his mental calculations or unintentional, and the difference in strength was known at a glance.

It slammed down on the hard, scorched earth, splashing out patches of fireworks.

Wen Yiming no longer felt pain, only felt stiff muscles and bones, as if he would be petrified at any time.

The elemental immunity from the Six Gods allowed him to relieve this negative state in a short period of time, but he didn't need to focus on perceiving it, and he understood that there were multiple fractures all over his body, countless meridians and injuries to his body, and most of his viscera was displaced.

He didn't know how Long Xiuzhu did it, the power of that knife carried an irresistible coercion, and scattered all the effects of the pills he swallowed, including the ability of the top-level Demon Breaking Pill, what a terrifying and weird martial art.

At this moment, he didn't have time to feel the information in his mind, watching Long Xiuzhu stand up under the shock of the Burning Sky Seal, although he was only slightly embarrassed, he clearly knew that the other party's state was not much better than him.

That was because he risked his life and swallowed a lot of blessing potions and pills, which greatly increased the power of the Burning Sky Seal, including the Aoqi Chongyuan Pill that enhanced the power of martial arts, and there was more than one, the super increase made the Burning Sky Seal unprecedentedly violent, and it also made it difficult for him to bear the serious backlash and bleed a lot from his viscera.

The Demon Devouring Knife reappeared in Long Xiuzhu's hand, and with the knife pestle, he dragged the two blood lines under his feet towards Wen Yiming and slowly approached, his long scattered hair was windless, and blood stains appeared in his seven orifices, and he coughed up black blood in his mouth.

"Only you, Wen Yiming, can make Long so hearty, hahaha......"

Long Xiuzhu choked on the black blood and laughed, his slightly wilted expression was not only not angry, but very excited, and pointed at Wen Yiming, who was a little unstable on his feet, and said: "You and I have no true yuan at the moment, let us confirm whether it is your Shura battle body that is strong, or Long's holy demon body is superior......

Wen Yiming was trying to breathe in the empty state at the moment, but the life spirit recipe was running slowly, and he was about to answer when he heard Long Xiuzhu's words, and suddenly saw his expression change greatly.

"Slut, who let you meddle ——!"

Long Xiuzhu's angry scolding made Wen Yiming secretly scream that it was not good, and he turned off his concentration and perception and didn't even notice the sneak attack behind him.

(End of chapter)