However, this Wu Qisheng looks at his thin body, and he is only a pure monk, he has not undergone physical cultivation except for spiritual power, and in terms of strength alone, where is the opponent of Durong who has been mixing with ordinary people and practicing martial arts since childhood.

I saw that Du Rong stepped deeply, clasped all his hands on the shield, and then pulled hard.

Finally, he couldn't bear this pull, and the nail rake broke away from Wu Qisheng's grasp, and was thrown far into the air, falling into the distance.

But also because he used too much force, he staggered back a few steps, opened a little distance from the other party, and looked out of the range of attack.

In the distance, Hongmu's spell of charging power had come to an end, and I saw him shouting, pushing his hands to Du Rong's position, and a torrent of blazing flames as thick as a bowl rolled in, and there was a tendency to grow stronger and stronger, gradually expanding and sweeping in a fan-shaped shape.

Wherever the flames passed, the grass and trees on the ground were directly turned into charcoal, which showed the scorching heat.

The end of this flame torrent was exactly one foot away from the place where Wu Qisheng fell, Hong Mu finally adjusted his position slightly, as long as Du Rong still wanted to deceive himself and chase his companions, then he would definitely have to fully bear the torrent of spells he had cast with all his might.

At the same time, Hong Mu also took his steps and strode towards with the meteor hammer in hand.

The soles of his feet stepped on the scarf of the freshly charred plant and raised the fluttering sparks and black ashes, and the muscles of his whole body swelled like steel and iron.

Although his cultivation is slightly lower than Wu Qisheng's, looking at his posture, he is also a not weak physical cultivator.

The blazing heat wave came to his face, and the black veil in front of Durong's face also tended to dry and scorch, and he made up his mind with a bite of his silver teeth.

The thin black spiritual power poured in with all its might at this moment, and the barbs on the side of the shield burst out of its sheath at this moment, and the shield that originally looked cute looked extremely hideous at this moment.

Like a wild beast spreading its long-hidden fangs, the Blackthorn Shield finally fully revealed its true face, and the shield began to spin rapidly, like a black whirlwind that harvested death.

Without any hesitation in his heart, Du Rong threw the shield in his hand forward, and actually summoned this armor like a frisbee. It was quite a bit like the method used by the Grey Monk to attack him with the Moon Arc Blade before, but this momentum was many times more powerful than that.

Just a few steps away, the Black Thorn Shield was there in an instant.

Wu Qisheng, who fell to the ground, was still ready to stand up and dodge with his body, but the vajra talisman he used was not so competitive, and as soon as the two came into contact, the vajra talisman that was already in a half-crippled state shattered like exploding glass, and the effect was nothing more than to delay the speed of the Black Thorn Shield a little.

With Yu Wei in his pocket, the black barbed shield fiercely forked Wu Qisheng's body, which had not had time to get up, dragged it on the ground for several zhang distance and nailed it deeply to a rock behind.

A large mouthful of blood gushed out of Wu Qisheng's mouth, and he used the last remaining strength to pull out the shield inserted in his chest, but it was useless. The last few reflexive kicks on his legs, and he finally died of breath.

The hideous shield still stuck in his chest also shrunk into something the size of a copper coin after losing the continuous supply of spiritual power from his master, and rolled down from the corpse with bright red blood. It's hard to imagine that this is a murder weapon that has just been reckless.

There was no time to pick up the Blackthorn Shield not far away, and the torrent of flames was already close at hand, so Du Rong had no choice but to use his lightning magic to jump far behind him.

With Hong Mu's experience in fighting, and having seen the strange thunder magic before, he had already calculated the route of Du Rong's retreat, and this fan-shaped flame had spread to a very exaggerated area after reaching such a long distance, even if he retreated rapidly under the blessing of the thunder instant, Du Rong was still swept by this flame on the left half of his body.

The burned clothes were directly charred into black charcoal and fell off, and the black veil under the hat he was wearing was also burned out, revealing his true face.

At the same time, the skin of the left side of his body that was directly hit by the flames rolled up, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, and he knew that it was his own taste.

Not only that, but his left hand and left leg were burned out of the subcutaneous musculature and nerves due to the heat, and the burned muscles pulled his left hand and left leg in an unnatural bent shape and could not be straightened, let alone continue to move, and he stumbled under one foot and knelt on the ground.

Hong Mu, who ran here, saw that his spell was working, and his face couldn't stop being happy, this difficult opponent in front of him was really the only "same level" monk he had seen in his life.

Not only did the fellow cultivators of the earth and wind "spiritual roots" practice it to the peak level of the tenth layer, but they also cultivated rare thunder exercises, and even more so he was a very rich guy.

After seeing Du Rong's true face, he was obviously stunned, he thought that this spell cultivation was very high, and the person with extremely rich combat experience was at least a half-hundred old man, but he didn't expect it to be a beautiful man who was too young.

This made it even more certain that Du Rong was the chief disciple of the local sect in his heart, and naturally how could he not let him leave safely.

Fortunately, his companion finally allowed himself to succeed after paying the price with his life, although he tried to save his companion's life in order to contain this perverted enemy.

But now it's not better, he is the only one left among the three Qi Refining Cultivators, and his share after dealing with this fat and oily guy is far more than before.

Looking at Du Rong, who had lost the best talisman and was in a semi-crippled position, Hong Mu's eyes were full of joy of harvest, and at the same time, he relaxed his vigilance a little, he put away the meteor hammer in his hand, this thing can kill this guy in front of him with a casual swing.

The most important thing is to completely paralyze him, and when Gan Xian breaks through the barrier, his favorite thing to do is to search for souls, and maybe he can also find a few amazing exercises from this guy's head.

Hong Mu thought about it, he looked at Du Rong's endless spells, but his eyes were very hot, and it happened that he also had an earth spirit root, if he also cultivated this advanced "exercise", he must be able to cross a big step in his strength.

At the same time, he also looked at the Black Thorn Shield that had lost his reaction, and now he was the only one left among the several Qi refining companions, and this treasure would naturally fall on his head when it was distributed.

Running in front of Du Rong, Hong Mu stopped him by the waist to protect him.

The mage was closed!

Du Rong only had time to barely support the opponent's chest with his right hand horizontally, and his arms, which were thicker than ordinary people's legs, wrapped his body hard, and the bones on his body made a "crunch" sound from time to time.

"Okay, you kid, you actually took the lives of my two fellow Daoists, now you tell you the exercises you have learned, there must be no half of falsehood, master, I can still leave you a whole corpse in my mood. Otherwise, I don't mind crushing the bones of your whole body inch by inch, and then handing it over to Sister Gan to give you the pain of soul refining, which will definitely make you worse than dead!"

Lifting Du Rong, who seemed to be about to fall apart, Hong Mu's tone was quite relaxed, and he did not feel half sad about the death of his fellow Daoist. At present, the young monk in front of him has already brought two spells to the extreme of a qi refining cultivator, and has even minored some thunder exercises.

If he could have any other remnants of spiritual power, Hong Mu didn't believe it at all, because this had long exceeded the limit of a monk, and this kind of person had never existed in the entire history of cultivation.

Even so, Du Rong's various strange skills and domineering talismans also frightened him, and he asked himself if he met this person one-on-one, he would never be an opponent, but fortunately, now this person has fallen into his hands without resistance.

At the same time, his arms added more strength, only to hear a crisp sound of "click" from Durong's chest, and I don't know which rib was squeezed alive.

Even with his willpower beyond ordinary people, he couldn't help but turn pale in such severe pain, and let out a weak cry of pain, his right arm seemed to be flapping weakly, and a trace of wind magic was running on his fingertips, which turned into a needle and pierced Hong Mu's chest, leaving only a small thorn in vain.

Seeing this, Jing Hongmu was even more proud: "I also practice hard cultivation, among the qi refining cultivators, there are few people with a stronger physique than me, my physical strength is comparable to a medium-grade defense talisman, I advise you to save some strength, except for this innocuous little injury, it won't cause me any damage at all!"

"You...... You idiot, it's nearly ...... now Close combat, I can ...... to be able to use this skill. ”

Du Rong, who was deeply squeezed, had difficulty breathing, and gasped for breath before he finished this sentence, and then he looked up at Hong Mu, who was still sneering at the corner of his mouth, and his pale face also showed him a bright smile.

"Hahaha, no kidding, what else can hurt me except your tickling wind spells......"

Hong Mu's smiling words were suddenly interrupted, because he also felt that something in his body was wriggling and growing, and when it reached the position of his arms, he couldn't shrink it hard!

A look of shock appeared on his face, and he looked down, only to realize that this sudden and inexplicable force came from the small wound caused by Fang Cai, but he couldn't see the green light that only Du Rong could see.

Looking at this increasingly vigorous green point of light, Du Rong's hanging heart finally let go slightly, but he was also quite palpitating when he looked at the skill he cast, because in his memory, the damage pattern of this skill that was about to bloom was quite weird.

Slowly stretched his body out of Hong Mu's immobile arms, looked at him with a smile and said, "Congratulations, you have become the first sacrifice of this skill in this world." ”

"[Parasitic Devil Vine]!"

A small piece of strange red and black plant roots were pulled out of the Hongmu's wound as if they were alive, and they spread freely in the exposed air.

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