Chapter 1557: The Tragic Battle, He Batjue's Death (Forty-Three)
Dengtian slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his head and licked the blood on the back of his hand, and laughed, "The blood of a beautiful woman is really delicious!" ”
"Old bastard, this girl chopped you!" Lan Qin burst out suddenly, biting the tip of her tongue and burning essence blood, the muscles of her whole body doubled due to the impact of power, the illusion sword technique was used to the extreme, hundreds of phantoms appeared in the air, she held the sword with both hands and stabbed towards the sky, she was bound to take his life!
However, the moment she approached, the Ascending Immortal suddenly disappeared from the same place, Lan Qin's sword flew into the air, but she felt a chill behind her, she knew that the Ascending Immortal had gone around behind her, and she knew that before she turned around, Ascending Heaven would be able to take her life!
"Blue Girl!" Qing Xuan shouted, and the aura condensed into a huge tiger claw in his left hand, and struck down on the top of his head!
Dengtian paused, Lan Qin subconsciously fled, but before he could take a step, he was hit by a palm in the shoulder!
"Poof!" The internal organs were almost completely shattered, Lan Qin spat out blood, and flew out dozens of meters before stopping!
And the ascension that injured her instantly moved away from under Qing Xuan's shape-shifting tiger claws, and her figure appeared in front of Qing Xuan in a flash, and the five fingers as sharp as eagle claws stabbed directly into Qing Xuan's head!
"Not good!"
"Not good!"
Wuxiang Venerable and Qi Weixing rushed over at the same time, but they didn't expect that Qing Xuan, who was under the palm of the ascending sky, suddenly opened and spit out an egg-sized ball of spiritual energy!
The white light exploded in front of him, and in an instant, it invaded the space of Sanzhang, and the Wuxiang Venerable and the others immediately stopped, subconsciously raised their hands to cover their eyes, only to hear a loud noise, before the white light disappeared, Qing Xuan fled from the side of Dengtian with the seriously injured Lan Qin!
"Ahem!" Lan Qin coughed, touched the Divine Phoenix Feather behind her, and thought to herself that if Yaoguang hadn't given her this thing, she would definitely be dead with a blow!
But what is unexpected is that this ordinary-looking teenager can actually pick up a life from Dengtian's hands!
Everyone turned around, only to find that half of the palm of the palm that ascended to the sky was blasted off by the ball of light!
"Boy, what kind of magic are you, so powerful!" Lan Qin said in surprise.
Qing Xuan's face was cold, "Now is not the time to talk about this, the heavens are still there!" ”
Everyone's hearts were in a daze, indeed, there was no heart to think about other things now, it was important to save your life first!
"Immortals." Deng Tian glanced at his half-crippled palm, turned his head and looked at Qing Xuan with interest, "The immortal art of the golden spiritual power, little guy, tell me, where did you get your immortal art?" ”
Qing Xuan's palms were sweating, this was the supreme divine martial art of the White Tiger Divine Clan, he had been cultivating since he came out of the Swift Wind Realm, and he had only shown it in a hurry just now, he knew very well that the immortals would not die because of this little injury at all!
Under the gaze of everyone, the broken palm of the Ascending Immortal quickly grew new skin and flesh, covering the white bones of the forest again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when all the skin and flesh grew out, it looked the same as before!
Qing Xuan and the others couldn't help but be shocked, the recovery ability of the immortals was so strong, in this case, how could they kill Dengtian!
Pinching his five fingers, the Ascending Immortal turned to Qing Xuan, and smiled sadly: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I'll know after I search for the soul!" ”
Qing Xuan was frightened, turned around and wanted to escape, but how could he give him a chance to escape, he immediately disappeared from the spot, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind him, and the dust in his hand was as hard as a knife, directly piercing his right chest!