The wings of yin and yang contain the way of yin and yang changes, the creation of heaven and earth, unpredictable, and infinite potential, but unfortunately Liu Wei has just mastered it, and he is not able to fly long distances, and it is obviously not enough to escape.

But fighting with the blood-clothed man is more than enough for Liu Wei.

The rabbit rises and falls, one red and one green two figures chase and fight on the hillside, Liu Wei and the blood-clothed man can't help each other, Liu Wei can't break the blood-clothed man, and the blood-clothed man can't catch Liu Wei who jumps away like a monkey.

The red flower also needs to be lined with green leaves, under the backdrop of the ugly and disgusting blood-clothed man, Liu Wei, who is dressed in a green shirt and wears black and white wings on his shoulders, is like a fairy descending from the earth, his demeanor is calm, his demeanor is unhurried, and his handsome is abnormal, which makes people feel broken, this is what the immortal looks like in everyone's minds.

Many sophomore elites have also turned from black to fans and become fans of Liu Wei. Compared with the battle between Jin Xian and Tianxian, Liu Wei and them are the same age, and the battle is more valuable for reference.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, unless one male and one female. The female disciple of the Falling Moon Sect whispered, with an appreciative look in her eyes.

"Senior Brother Liu is so handsome!"

"I heard that he is still an artist, very powerful."

Girls are good-looking animals, in their eyes, appearance is justice, they like everything that represents beautiful sunshine, and the blood-clothed man is too ugly.

"Whew!" Valentine spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, stared at Liu Wei with his eyes, cursed maliciously, and said, "Are they blind?" Liu Wei is obviously on the run for his life, and he is in danger! ”

Liu Yaqiang glanced at Valentine, and when he heard him speak, he was full of anger, his chest was still in severe pain, the hatred in his eyes flashed, and he coughed and said:

"Lao Tzu's injuries today are all thanks to you, this favor, you remember, you must pay it back in the future."

"This—" Valentine looked reluctant.

"What, you want to pay the bills? Ahem..."Liu Yaqiang coughed violently, pointed at Valentine, and rushed into anger.

"How come, go back and talk about it, go back and talk about it..."Valentine said perfunctorily with an embarrassed face.

scolded in his heart, Liu Yaqiang is purely bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, the persimmon picks up the soft pinch, and has the ability to find Liu Wei to settle the account!

If Liu Yaqiang can help himself get angry, then he should naturally be rewarded, but he suffered a defeat, how could Valentine be willing to be the boss of this wrong?

Signaling Tong Yan to the stewardess to subdue the waitress to lift herself away from Liu Yaqiang, his injury has not healed yet, and he doesn't want to be angry.

Zi Qianxun, who was not far away, swept his eyes over Liu Wei and found that he was fighting with the blood-clothed man, he was safe for a short time, he smiled knowingly, and he was not in a hurry to support, many times, moderate tempering is also a kind of wealth. Liu Wei's ability to make a rapid breakthrough before is inseparable from his life and death experience far beyond his peers.

At the same time, Xiao Po was not idle, sacrificing the blood-clothed people who had accumulated painstakingly in order to gain a glimmer of life.

"A hundred years of hard work are ruined, and today's revenge will be avenged."

I saw her clenching her teeth, staring at Wu Ting viciously with white eyes, the hellish black scythe swung with all her strength, the black light in the void shimmered, and the yin aura was thick, as if the hell messenger swung a soul hook blow, hitting the depths of the human soul, making people look like they had met a natural enemy, trembling all over, and having no desire to resist. ，

"Boom"

The Hell Black Scythe collided with Fang Tian's painting halberd, and a cloud of black-gold light erupted in the void, and where the aftermath of the energy passed, countless pitch-black gaps appeared in the space, and a strong Gang wind swept out, and Wu Ting took a step back.

Xiao Po's withered eyes were stunned, flashed a trace of regret, and pulled her right hand in the void, the black ring on her thumb emitted a strong light, and a black rainbow crossed the air, and the sky suddenly darkened.

At 14 o'clock in the afternoon, it was supposed to be like the middle of the day, the sky was clear, and the smile made the night fall early, and the unpredictability was terrifying. In the vast night sky, the yin wind howled and the dark clouds quickly converged, a scene of doomsday, covering the sky full of stars, and cutting off the connection between the thirty-six star seals and the constellations.

All living beings have a sense of imminent calamity, and an innate name, "Hell," comes to mind.

Wisps of black qi evaporated from the ground, this is the resentment accumulated in the depths of the ground, as if the sea is inclusive, automatically gathered on Xiao Po, and her injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dehydration Hell Gem!"

Wu Ting's face was solemn, and his offensive was frustrated, this is one of the seven legendary-level gems, which can increase the cultivation speed of the cult sect's exercises, purify the impurities of the cult's internal force, and use it to temporarily create a hellish environment like Xiao Po is definitely a tyrannical thing, and only in times of war will it do so.

It seems that Wu Ting has indeed driven her to a dead end, and even used the war artifact.

In the hellish environment, the laughing woman is like a fish in water, the Tao destroys demons, like a shrew, and the black scythe of hell is like mercury leaking out of the ground, attacking Wu Ting.

Wu Ting's battle tends to be conservative, and the hundred-legged insect dies without stiffness, he just needs to entangle Xiao Po. He calculated very clearly, it was daytime, even if there were Hell Gems, it would be impossible to go against the sky, and wait until the Twelve Earth Branch Great Array was in place again, and he was inherently invincible.

Several big moves in a row forced the retirement court, Xiao Po knew that something could not be done, and the hell black scythe slashed in the void, and a black hole suddenly appeared,

jumped and turned into a black light, wanting to escape from the black hole, and before leaving, he didn't forget to smile proudly:

"Quack, the name of the Peerless God of War is exaggerated, but that's it!"

"Careless!"

Wu Ting's face changed drastically, and there was a space worm hole in front of him, he actually ignored that this was the home of the laughing woman, and there were still three caves in the cunning rabbit, and people had been operating here for hundreds of years, how could there be no backhand?

"The crime is heinous, and it must not be let go!"

Without hesitation, the backhand pulled out the sun-shooting bow from the back, lowered the waist and stood the wrist, and took the bow and arrows, in the dark night, the golden light was brilliant, like the rising sun in the east, the light shone on Kyushu, and the fierce fairy spirit even dispelled the gloomy dark clouds of hell, so that the hearts of the onlookers warmed.

"Medium!"

The dazzling golden light flashed, and the eyes of the onlookers lit up, and their eyes stinged in an instant, and they were white and couldn't see anything clearly. Immediately, there was the mournful cry of the laughing woman.

"Ahh Shoot the sun arrow, Wu Ting, Xingyuzong, the old body wants to destroy your whole family! ”

Wu Ting's handsome face smiled coldly, and he said softly, "Burst", and his voice just fell.

"Boom"

Xiao Po's voice stopped abruptly, there was a loud noise in the sky, the space trembled violently, countless points of black blood spilled from the air, fell on the white granite, "sizzle" sound, corroded countless deep pits of different sizes, like painting a little ink plum on white paper, a beautiful ink painting.

Zi Qianxun flew into the air, stood on the edge of Wu Ting, and asked hesitantly:

"Is she dead?"

Several other Jin Immortals searched carefully, and a top powerhouse like Xiao Po, even if it was a small fragment, might be worth a fortune.

"It's hard to say." Wu Ting's face was heavy, his consciousness was like radar, constantly scanning back and forth, his face became more and more annoyed, and then he said:

"There is a high probability that he is not dead, there should be a part of the divine soul that escaped from the space worm hole, and there will be endless troubles."

Zi Qianhiro also looked regretful, digested the bad news, and said with a wry smile:

"Elder Wu doesn't have to mind, in the face of evil elements, the Supervision Department will always stand with Xingyu Sect. You even used the sun shooting bow, and the price you paid is obvious to all, Xiaopo was hit hard by this, and she didn't want to recover for a hundred years. ”

"If any more children are killed because of this, I will have a hard conscience."

Wu Ting neither echoed Zi Qianxun, nor objected, those who knew me said that I was worried, and those who didn't know me said what I wanted, what he cared about most was that Xiaopo harmed children, and he was not afraid that she would retaliate against Xingyuzong.

The Jin Immortals who watched around were discussing, and many people regretted that good people do not live long, and the scourge lives for thousands of years.

"If only Elder Wu had used the Sun-Shooting Bow earlier."

"You don't know the preciousness of the Sun Shooting Arrow, with the strength of the Xingyu Sect, it can only be produced once a year, and many raw materials have been exhausted, so they have to be found from other dimensions."

Just when Wu Ting hit Xiao Po with a sun shooting arrow and Xiao Po fled, Liu Wei didn't dare to be distracted, and was engrossed in fighting with the bloody man, and the bloody man was suddenly stunned.

"Click"

Countless Yin Yang Divine Thunder flashed violently, like ten thousand swords roaring in unison, resounding through the sky, revealing their edges, and hitting the top of the blood-clothed man's head.

"Boom"

A hole was blown out of the blood-clothed man's human skin, and the bloody aura steamed out, and his actions were stalled, and with the departure of Xiao Po, the blood-clothed man's immortal-level defense also disappeared.

"Your time of death has come!"

Liu Weiwei was overjoyed, and finally saw the dawn of victory, and his hands continued to pinch the magic trick, and countless black and white lightning bolts pressed towards the blood-clothed man like overlapping mountains.

The power shook the heavens and the earth, and the plasma surging in the sky was like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, tilting down, thundering, unable to resist, and the space around a hundred meters rippled and overwhelmed.

"Click"

The stone shattered, the mountains shook, and he threw out a hundred Yin Yang Divine Thunders one after another, twisting the magic trick a hundred times. The immortal qi in all directions was completely sucked dry, and the white granite turned into white dust, and a white mist fell in a radius of thousands of meters.

It's simply terrifying, the lightning is monstrous, almost turning the surrounding area into powder, throwing hundreds of lightning bolts in a row, it is unimaginable power at all.

The immortal masters watching the battle in the rear were dumbfounded and dumbfounded, such a strong immortal power was like a brute bull, with infinite power, rampage, and everything was broken by force.

The beauties of the Falling Moon Sect are even more colorful, watching Liu Weiqing's shirt crack, revealing a strong and powerful figure, a good impression is born, such a man has a sense of security.

"Boom"

The violent black and white plasma is like a surging river, deafening. Liu Wei directly pressed down, heroic and brave, like King Kong subduing demons, if he didn't succeed, he would become benevolent.

"Boom"

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the white granite peaks were blown away dozens of meters, and the white dust filled the sky, like snowflakes dancing.

Under the powerful lightning bombardment, the bloody aura was reduced to nothing in the terrifying plasma, and the human skin was even more shapeless, tattered, and then blackened and zoomed, and under the interweaving of lightning, it turned into powder.