"Bah", the palm shadow struck, the palm wind was agitated, Ji Wushuang staggered back a few steps, and before he could make a move, Lu Yinfeng's figure swayed like a willow in the wind, and flew out elegantly.

"At first glance, I thought that your exercises were the same door, so the old man showed mercy, and after thinking about it carefully, he found that it was very different from the exercises of this sect, and you slaughtered the blood demons under the old man?" Lu Yinfeng looked at Ji Wushuang with a calm expression and said, "What kind of grudge does the old man have against you?" ”

Most of the things that are similar to Ji Wushuang's Blood Erosion Demon Skill are the Demon Sect's Blood Transformation Divine Skill, Lu Yinfeng is really related to the Demon Sect, Qin Baichuan's insensitive appearance was obviously assassinated by him with the Demon Sect's evil sect technique, and he refined it into a medicine puppet.

"The revenge of killing my father is not shared!" Ji Wushuang roared angrily and rushed forward again.

Serious was about to keep up, teaming up with Ji Wushuang to deal with Lu Yinfeng, suddenly there was an alarm, and he hurriedly flashed to the side, but it was a little late, and a three-inch-long wound was cut under his ribs, and the blood overflowed, soaking through his clothes, and as soon as the true qi of Senluo Wanxiang passed, the scars were quickly closed and the blood was stopped, and after Senluo Wanxiang was practiced, the recovery speed of the body was also faster.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that Qin Baichuan had come behind him silently at some point, and the sneak attack was his sudden attack, at this time, he was pressing out the black flame that spread from the palm of his hand with one hand, and his eyes flashed with a strange red light, and he pounced on him seriously, attacking in a series of storms, fierce and fierce, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

Seriously retreated a few steps, and the north wind suddenly came out of the sheath with a "clang".

Sharpening knife type!

Without seeing the sword swinged, the knife marks had already appeared abruptly on Qin Baichuan's chest.

Qin Baichuan's body that rushed towards him suddenly stagnated, stiffening in place, but the palm wind that had been struck still swept away seriously, and he was also shocked by the black flame energy that seriously protected his body.

It's a loss! Seriously with a sweet throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Qin Baichuan, who had turned into a puppet, was powerful in his palm, and his martial arts were much stronger than Li Mai.

After only a pause, Qin Baichuan slapped out the flames that erupted in his chest with one palm, and rushed up again expressionlessly, others have become puppets, but his martial arts have not weakened at all, and his fluttering figure is like a ghost without substance, looming and undulating around the serious situation, making vicious and mysterious moves.

"Mental synchronization!"

Yan Baiwu quickly added in, coupled with Yan Baiwu's guidance to anticipate the enemy's first opportunity, he seriously swung the knife and moved and dodged again and again, desperately blocking at the minimum cost, but Qin Baichuan's palm was powerful and heavy, like lightning, every time he blocked a move, he felt the north wind in his hand violently, and his arm was also sore, with the deep internal force at this moment, he could only barely block Qin Baichuan, and he only protected the key point of his neck with the fast knife that was seriously aimed at his flaws, and did not block other parts at all, just blindly attacked.

Serious but didn't dare to exchange injuries with him, just swept by his palm of the wind, his heart felt the blood churning, and it was because of the strange things that he had relieved, and he had to take a slap head-on, and the consequences were self-evident.

The north wind attached to the high temperature black flame slashed on Qin Baichuan's arm, but it was blocked by the strong strength of his body, and he could only cut into some of it, and Qin Baichuan didn't care about the black flame's burning at all, and extinguished it casually.

Dealing with this kind of puppet who is not afraid of pain, if he doesn't cut off his head, he won't stop attacking at all, but he can't find a chance to hit his vital point, and he is beaten back and forth, if it weren't for stopping the water and launching it at the right time, making the serious shot faster, he wouldn't be able to parry Qin Baichuan's attack.

Do you think I have no solution to you? The one who is most afraid is your Demon Sect, who seriously used the voice change technique, and a strange syllable spit out from his throat.

It is the soul dementor sound that is seriously imitated from the Thunder Leopard Lu Chasing Wind in the first battle of Montenegro, and it is the only weapon to deal with the Demon Xiangzong.

However, the effect was not as seriously expected, Qin Baichuan's body technique was not hindered at all, and he still killed him regardless of it.

"Soul Voices? How can you kid know how to do your own unique exercises? Lu Yinfeng looked at him strangely, and then laughed wildly, "It's a pity that Qin Baichuan was not an ordinary medicine puppet refined by the old man, you are a shallow master of the soul demon sound, you have only a fur, you can barely suppress the ordinary medicine man, but there is no way to deal with the high-level medicine puppet, knowing the old man's secret, you two boys will die here obediently." ”

No way! Are there other versions? Top your lungs! was seriously beaten by Qin Baichuan's round of fierce attacks, and he was about to be unable to parry, so he hurriedly stepped out, and his figure disappeared in place with a "sass".

Instantaneous!

Qin Baichuan was a puppet after all, and when he saw the enemy disappear, he turned his head blankly and looked around, searching for serious traces.

A serious figure appeared behind Qin Baichuan, and the strongest sword technique he had learned, "Instant Fanghua", made a quick move.

Countless thin lines turned into black flames appeared abruptly, blocking the space where Qin Baichuan was located, and the black lines pointing to the back of Qin Baichuan's neck were the most dense, and the serious goal of this type was to aim at the vital point of Qin Baichuan's neck, wanting to strike a blow to play the whole thing.

Qin Baichuan's body spun sharply at an unbelievable speed at this time, and the sound of a tooth-aching blade slashing through the bones of his body sounded endlessly, and Qin Baichuan imprinted his palm on the serious chest, slapping the serious upside down.

Serious blood spurted from his mouth, rolled on the ground a few times, and struggled to raise his body on the ground, only to see Qin Baichuan swept out in the erupting flames, and the whole person became like a burning man.

Qin Baichuan shook his arms in the air, his energy was vigorous, and all the flames burning around him were extinguished, and his body was scorched with black knife marks, and he looked extremely miserable, but he became a puppet, and he didn't care about the pain at all, this injury was not enough for him to stop attacking, and if he didn't cut off his head, he could still attack without any scruples.

Seriously stiffened and jumped up, stepped out, performed a momentary step again, and flashed out.

After receiving Qin Baichuan's fierce palm, he had already suffered heavy internal injuries, and this time he didn't flash out far in an instant, and the serious figure had already appeared, affecting the injury, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the true qi in his body was extremely disordered, and he couldn't show it in an instant.

Qin Baichuan turned his head to look, his body turned around, and he chased after him like a ghost.

Seriously didn't want to sit still, and was about to block with a horizontal knife, but suddenly found that there was nothing in his hand, and the north wind was destroyed and returned to the package at this critical juncture, and he was seriously stunned, and wanted to take out the light eyebrow knife in the package again, it was too late, Qin Baichuan's palm shadow had already arrived in front of him, and he took it on the head.

Miserable, to death!

Seriously felt the shadow of death shrouded, and only felt a deep despair in his heart, Yan Bai Dancer was spontaneously anxious, and there was nothing he could do.