Where did this guy get so much spiritual power? ”

Zhao Jing didn't see anything greasy about Yan Moyu's blood arrow formation, she thought that it was the other party's pure condensation with her own spiritual power! Her brows furrowed, and the wind spirit crane under her didn't have time to wave her wings this time, but an arrow still rushed in front of Zhao Jing.

Although Yan Moyu's blood arrow is condensed from his own blood and spiritual power, he can't show his true ability now, and in order to increase the number of blood arrows, all of them are not as powerful as Yan Moyu used to be on an uninhabited island before.

Zhao Jing thought that the power of this blood arrow was only so little! With a wave of the long sword in her hand, she cut off Yan Moyu's blood-colored arrow.

"If that's all there is to it, then you can die."

Zhao Jing smiled coldly.

"Of course it's not over!"

Yan Moyu sneered, the blood-colored bowstring in his hand shook, and in the sky, there was a rainstorm of blood-colored arrows!

"Hmph, no amount is of any use!"

Zhao Jing snorted coldly, the spiritual power of the long sword in her hand was great, and a frosty aura appeared, and the dozens of arrows that shot at her were all frozen by her move!

"Poof!"

Yan Moyu's fingers suddenly splattered with blood, and a blood arrow shot out again.

"I said, it's useless!"

Zhao Jing thought that this blood arrow was still the same as the previous ones, she looked at Yan Moyu with a mocking expression, and then with a flick of her fingers, a wisp of frost spiritual power hit this blood arrow.

However, this blood arrow was not frozen by her tricks like those previous arrows, but instead defeated her wisp of frost spiritual power, and above the arrow of this blood arrow, there was a faint sound of dragon groaning!

"Chirp!"

A terrible scream came, and this blood-colored arrow actually shot into the chest of the Wind Spirit Crane!

"Xiaobai!"

Zhao Jing was shocked, and hurriedly urged her own spiritual power to block the continued invasion of this blood arrow for the wind spirit crane.

However, at this time, Yan Moyu had already put away his blood bow, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

With Yan Moyu's "explosion", this blood-colored arrow exploded, and half of Feng Linghe's body was blown to pieces by the power of this exploding blood arrow!

"How so!"

At this time, not only Zhao Jing, but also Dongfang Zilin couldn't help but let out an exclamation!

Although she knew that Yan Moyu had such a move, but before, his blood arrow didn't have this kind of operation!

The wind spirit crane in the fusion period was actually killed by an arrow, and it was dead without a corpse, plus this blood arrow burst in the body of the wind spirit crane, blowing up the wind spirit crane's internal organs to pieces, even if there was an anti-heaven elixir on Zhao Jing's body, it would not be able to save this wind spirit crane.

At this time, Zhao Jing, who was covered in blood, looked at the wind spirit crane that had turned into a puddle of flesh with a somewhat dull expression, and her heart was sad. This wind spirit crane has grown up with her since she was a child, and she is inseparable, and she has regarded this wind spirit crane as her own relatives.

"Damn it, you damn it! I'll kill you! ”

Zhao Jing roared loudly, her frost spiritual power almost freezing the air around her.

This Zhao Jing is worthy of being a genius of the Taoist Sect's view of the world, and her strong spiritual power makes Yan Moyu and Yu Duhuan a little jealous, but their original true cultivation is stronger than her, although they can't show their true skills now, but Yan Moyu still has a blood bow in his hand, so naturally he can still use this blood bow to play a little bit.

At this time, Yan Moyu endured the pain between his fingers, and plucked the bowstring again, and more than ten blood-colored arrows shot at Zhao Jing in unison.

"You must die today!"

Zhao Jing gritted her teeth and finished saying this, her slender fingers flicked continuously, and wisps of frost spiritual power wrapped around Yan Moyu's blood-colored arrows, and under the erosion of frost spiritual power, all the blood-colored arrows that Yan Moyu shot just now were frozen into popsicles.

"Hmph, I don't believe you still have flesh!"

Zhao Jing stared at Yan Moyu coldly.

The other party shot nearly a hundred arrows in a row, which was an extremely spiritually power-consuming act, although Zhao Jing didn't know why Yan Moyu's cultivation in the Qi Refining Period was able to use this move, but in her opinion, the blood and qi consumed by the other party was far beyond the limit that a monk in the Qi Cultivation Period could bear. He must have used some secret technique or even forbidden technique to forcibly improve the spiritual power in his body in a short period of time, otherwise, there would be absolutely no way to achieve this level. However, whether it is a secret technique or a forbidden technique, it cannot be maintained for too long, and once this time period is passed, then the other party will definitely die!

One arrow, two arrows, three or four arrows, Yan Moyu's fingers did not pause at all, the bowstring kept vibrating, and the blood-colored arrows formed a series of arrows that continued to attack Zhao Jing. The current Yan Moyu looks tireless, even if he shoots hundreds of arrows, he is still in good spirits!

But on the other hand, Zhao Jing, due to the consumption of a lot of spiritual power, her little face was already a little pale at this time, and her steps were a little vain!

Zhao Jing couldn't help but regret a little in her heart, she shouldn't be so big, if she grabbed the other party when she opened it, where would she fall into such an embarrassing situation now?

She originally wanted to use her spiritual power to consume Yan Moyu, but she didn't expect that the first person who was spiritually weak was herself, but the other party seemed to be a nobody, and the blood-colored arrows pushed her to a desperate situation.

Now Yan Moyu's fingers are blurred with flesh and blood, and even his white bones can be seen, but Yan Moyu is still constantly plucking the bowstring, as if this finger is not his own.

"It's so ruthless, this disciple of the Infinite Sword Sect is ruthless enough to himself!"

Seeing this, Gong Yidao couldn't help but praise Yan Moyu.

"If he stops now, then he is dead, after all, he is afraid of death!"

The disciple of the Xingyi Sect snorted coldly with disdain.

Gong Yidao glanced at the disciple of the Xingyi Sect and said, "It's a pity that some people know that they will die, but they won't be so cruel to themselves!" ”

Seeing Yan Moyu's finger with only white bones left, except for Yu Duanhuan who was distressed at this time, everyone else present couldn't help but gasp, in their opinion, if it were them, they might not be able to support it.

"Die!"

Yan Moyu's pupils shrank, and he injected the few true dragon blood qi in his body into the blood bow in his hand, and a blood-colored arrow shot out with the sound of the dragon's groan!

Anyway, Liu Fei said, kill him, then it doesn't matter who he kills, kill it!

Zhao Jing was already at the end of the strong crossbow, and the spiritual power in her body was almost exhausted, but she still forced a mouthful of spiritual power, and with a flick of her ten fingers, the frost spiritual power formed a large net, covering the blood-colored arrow shot by Yan Moyu.

But the blood arrow dragon roar, how can this small ice net be able to resist?

The blood arrow tore through the ice net, like a blood-colored lightning bolt sinking into Zhao Jing's chest!

Everyone was shocked, someone would be so ruthless, even Zhao Jing, a fairy-like character, dared to kill him?

The people of Daomen were even more shocked, Zhao Jing, who was watching the world, would die in the hands of such an unknown person?

"Bold fanatic, take your life!"

The disciples of the Daomen were furious and took action one after another!

Who knew that Yan Moyu did not retreat but advanced, and Yu Duhuan stepped forward to hug Zhao Jing's soft and boneless waist, and shouted: "Who dares to come over!" ”

The Daomen disciples were startled and looked at Zhao Jing in surprise, that Zhao Jing was not dead!

When the blood arrow was about to penetrate her chest, Zhao Jing desperately mobilized the spiritual power in her body, and forcibly lifted this blood arrow up an inch, so this blood arrow did not pierce her heart, but passed through her shoulder!

Yu Duhuan knew that Yan Moyu's spiritual power was also consumed a lot now, and Yan Moyu was not in a hurry to escape with her just now, she just wanted to let Zhao Jing, who was not dead, as a shield, but she would definitely not let Yan Moyu control the other party, after all, the other party was a woman, this kind of thing, let her, who is also a woman, come!

"Yan Moyu, do you know what you're doing, if you let your woman let go of Zhao Jing, I can spare your life!"

A disciple of the Daomen said loudly, just now he knew Yan Moyu's name from Yu Qianhuan's mouth, but he didn't know Yu Qianhuan's name, seeing that these two people were so close, he simply called Yu Duanhuan Yan Moyu's woman.

His words are only this point that makes Yu Duhuan and Yan Moyu sound more acceptable, Yu Duanhuan is happy, but he will not lose his mind, if this woman is released at this time, then she and Yan Moyu will have no good fruit to eat.

"Which onion are you, can you represent the Dao disciples present?"

Yu Wanhuan snorted disdainfully.

"I am Chen Xiaoxian, the son of the Lord of the World, I can represent the Daomen disciples present, let go of Zhao Jing, I can not blame the past!"

Chen Xiaoxian said with a very natural look.

Although the other Daomen disciples all "cut" in their hearts, they had no other objections. After all, Tianxiaguan is a giant of the Daomen, and among the Daomen disciples here, he has the highest cultivation and the most prominent status, and it is actually reasonable to say that he can represent the Daomen disciples present. What's more, Zhao Jing is a fairy in the hearts of Daomen disciples, as long as Zhao Jing's life can be saved, what if Chen Xiaoxian can show his majesty?

It is no secret that Chen Xiaoxian admires Zhao Jing in the world view, and even Chen Daoye, the master of the world view, also has the intention to match these two.

If Chen Xiaoxian saves Zhao Jing in the hands of the other party today, then Zhao Jing will inevitably look at Chen Xiaoxian differently!

"Do you think we're fools? Even if you can agree on behalf of the Daomen, what about the other sects, can they agree? ”

Yu Wanhuan snorted coldly.

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