Try not to alarm the few people in the field, Mo Xiaoxiao shrunk the hosta flower to the size of a mosquito, and quietly moved to the place where Xuantu was, and now in front of these people, she was as small as an ant.

What to do, what to do?

Although I came out with confidence, it depends on the situation how to do it.

She has always been a soldier who will block the type, so although this infant monk also felt dangerous after coming, she gradually calmed down and thought about countermeasures. He has two transformation demon cultivators, Xuantu and Qingfeng, Bai Yujing is probably already on the way to come, plus Bai Qianzhong, in this way, he also has four transformation demon cultivators to fight against, no matter how powerful Yuanying is, with one enemy and four, it is not without a chance of winning.

It's just that Grandpa Xuantu is only good at defense and divination, and he is not good at attacking; Qingfeng has only advanced for a year, and the foundation is unstable; Bai Qianzhong is so young on the surface, his cultivation is all uprooted by Bai Yujing, and his strength must be discounted; Bai Yujing was seriously injured, although afterwards she also wanted to understand that the Moby Dick King should have pretended that day, but although it was not so serious, it would not be too light, after all, the snow deer who was also transformed was blown unconscious.

In this way, it seems that your side has no chance of winning. Mo Xiaoxin couldn't help but be a little anxious.

The Yuanying monk seemed to be happier and happier the more he fought, his skills rose layer by layer, Qingfeng gradually couldn't support it, and Xuantu hurriedly went up to help.

In addition to the small drum, the Yuanying Monk also had a halberd spirit treasure, which was more than a grade stronger than the magic weapon.

The magic weapons in the immortal cultivation world are divided into four classes, magic weapons, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and immortal weapons. Each grade is divided into four levels, low, intermediate, high, and top. The spirit weapon is already the top magic weapon in the immortal cultivation world, after all, the immortal weapon is not so easy to obtain, and it is only available to those sects that have a long inheritance and have powerful ancestors who have ascended to immortality. As for the legendary artifact, it is only available to immortals among immortals, so it is not in the human world.

The halberd was extremely strong, and the penetrating power was extremely powerful, and Qing Feng was hit a few times on his body, and the blood on the body of Han Yuzhu was dripping with blood. After the demon cultivator transformed, he was basically no different from a human being, with blood and heart and internal organs, but his body endurance was stronger than that of ordinary humans.

Qingfeng's branches and leaves were broken a lot, and he was even more embarrassed than the battle of Red Lotus, but he still insisted and continued to manipulate the bamboo branches to pump towards the Yuanying Monk, leaving a few blood holes on his body.

The Yuan Ying Monk followed the path of tyranny, the more he saw blood, the more crazy he became, his eyes were red, his snow-white hair was floating messily, almost losing his mind, and the corpses of the disciples of the True Dao Sect floating in the sea were mostly affected by his unscrupulous attacks.

Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel distressed when he watched Qingfeng struggle to support, Qingfeng was already injured, not to mention that this person's playing style was simply lifeless.

He didn't want his own life, he wanted someone else's.

With the halberd in his hand, the Yuanying monk was like an ancient murderer, and his body was already covered with blood, but he had long forgotten the pain, and he was full of wanton and intense pleasure of fighting, and he hadn't felt like this for many years!

Is it a thousand years, or two thousand years?

I don't remember, since he came to this interface, his world has been dark ever since!

No, he has never been a person who is willing to fail, and he will not be coerced, those people in the sect, he can't get used to it! He was sent to this place, and he was not convinced!

He's going to kill back, he's going to kill everyone who's sorry for him!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

In the end, the Yuanying monk almost shouted, he waved his halberd frantically, tossing and turning, picking thorns and sweeping, every move, every style, with wanton chic and unparalleled violence.

Xuan Tu was even more surprised, this person actually realized in the battle!

How can this be done, fighting with him is simply what he has done!

Qingfeng also discovered the other party's sense of morality, and also felt that after the other party was immersed in that kind of morality, every move and style was almost perfect, Qingfeng's eyes narrowed, and human cultivation was really not as easy as he thought, but he was not afraid!

Qingfeng is three thousand years old, in the demon cultivation, he is not too old, in the human world, he can be an ancestor at this age.

Even if you die, you must protect Linggu!

Qing Feng was fighting with the Yuanying Cultivator while preparing, and the cold jade bamboo body became even larger, hundreds of zhang high, almost exceeding his strength in his heyday, and the intensive cultivation in the battle was not just something that human cultivation could do!

Xuan Tu discovered Qingfeng's movements, his face changed greatly, but it was too late to stop it, so he had to urge the body protector divine power to meet it with all his strength in the blow of Yuanying Monk Ling Tian, blocking that sharp blow for Qingfeng!

Everything happened so fast that if it weren't for the monk's eyesight and divine sense, he would hardly be able to see the situation on the battlefield clearly.

Mo Xiaoxiao saw Xuantu pounce on him, only to realize Qingfeng's dangerous situation - he was almost pierced through his neck by that blow!

And Qingfeng also urged the aura with all his might, and the original purple aura almost turned into a dark purple in the late stage of transformation, converging on a thick branch, and it also penetrated the body of the Yuanying monk like a bamboo!

Both of them are desperate postures, if they win, they will become kings, and if they lose, they will die!

There was a sudden pause in the field, and the sword light and sword shadows in the sky, bamboo leaves and bamboo branches slowly dissipated, revealing the three people inside.

The Yuanying monk was pierced by the bamboo branch of the green wind, leaving a blood-colored hole in the vital point of his right chest, in which the bright red blood was bubbling and flowing, and if he looked closely, there was still a layer of fine white smoke with the heat of body temperature. His eyes were wide open, as if he didn't believe it.

And here, Qing Feng's face turned pale, he had exhausted all his strength, and he was thinking of ending up together.

In front of him, the turtle shell of the original blue of the Xuan Tu turned gray, and the shell of the turtle clan, which was originally strong and exceptionally strong and known for its defensive power, was covered with cracks, and pieces of broken turtle shells fell down and sprinkled all over the sea.

Mo Xiao mourned in her heart, but she didn't want the efforts of Qingfeng and Xuantu to be in vain, so the moment she saw the situation clearly, she dodged closer, and a full ten hosta petals came out of her body at the same time, slashing towards Yuanying Monk from all angles.

Although the Yuanying monk was fatally injured, but he was not dead, he sensed the hosta petals coming from all angles, and was about to sacrifice a defensive magic weapon, Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes were cold, and he once again used the tortoise shell given to her by Xuantu to freeze him.

Just now, she mixed the tortoise shell with the hosta petals and shot it out, making the Yuanying monk mistakenly think that she was trying to take advantage of the fire to rob.

The Yuanying Monk didn't check for a while, and was frozen for a moment.

At this moment, it was enough to make ten hosta petals thrust into his body, and with a few snorts, the Yuanying Monk stiffened, and his heart was directly shattered. Several deadly places on the body were also inserted with hosta petals.