No one knows the mood of the cultivator prince at the moment, so he can only guess.

But the Prince of Cultivators himself knew that when he saw the increasingly enlarged shadow of the blood-drinking sword above his head, a trace of horror did flash in his eyes, but the next moment, he regained his composure.

"Fire escape!"

His voice was soft, and immediately his entire body turned into magma, and from the dusty knife, the people who watched the battle were also dumbfounded.

The magma that the cultivator prince had turned into flowed on the ground towards a place far away from the dust for a while before it returned to its original state.

"Heh, you underestimate me too much!" After the prince of the cultivator finished speaking, the whip in his hand was pulled out by him vigorously.

As soon as the whip was struck, a large flame burst out, and the corpses all over the ground burned to the touch, and it didn't take long for them to become like black coals.

The blazing flames also touched the body of the cultivator prince himself, but there was no harm.

Meng Chen looked solemnly at the whip that was swinging towards him, the pupils in his eyes shrank, the blood-drinking sword was horizontal in front of him, and the majestic spiritual power was instilled into the blood-drinking sword from his body, and then he slashed forward.

Rumble!

A huge sword qi several feet tall shot out from the body of the Blood Drinking Sword, touching the ground, directly separating a gap, and when it collided with the large flames from the Flame Whip, it directly cut through that piece of flame.

Whew——

The sword qi tore through the fire curtain bit after bit, and it was about to slash at the prince of the cultivator.

The cultivator prince clenched his teeth, his whole face seemed to be twisted together, the output of spiritual power was even greater, and the fire curtain released by the Burning Flame Whip was even more violent, actually blocking the dusty sword qi and gradually dissipating it.

But—

And that's just one thing.

Dusty, the second lane was quickly released.

Although the power and speed of this second path were not as fast and strong as the first one, the inability to withstand the first sword qi had already weakened the fire curtain a lot.

"Melt!"

The prince of the cultivator gradually exhausted his strength, knowing that he could no longer be so with Meng Chen, so he withdrew his whip and took one step back, dodging two sword qi with a flexible position.

Rumble!

The two sword qi slashed directly into the camp tent where the Monkey King soldiers were stationed, directly smashing the two camp tents.

forced the prince of the cultivator to retreat, and Meng Chen hurriedly followed the mending knife.

The Blood-Drinking Sword was once again raised high in the air, blooming with a blood-red light.

However, the prince of the cultivator under the sword showed a strange smile, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in the heart of the dust, and it was like retracting the sword, but it was too late.

The cultivator prince in front of him suddenly turned into a puff of soot, drifted away with the wind, and disappeared.

Meng Chen hurriedly turned around, sure enough, what was just in front of him was just a phantom, and now behind him was the real body, at this time he was holding the Burning Whip in his hand, seeing Meng Chen turn around, without the slightest hesitation, he quickly put the Burning Whip on Meng Chen's neck.

Whew——

The incinerator whip was dripping with hot fire slurry, and after strangling Dust's neck, it directly burned his skin.

"Ahh

Meng Chen let out a one-color scream, and his left hand grabbed the incendiary whip around his neck, trying to break free, but instead of doing anything, he also injured his own hand.

"Hehe, what's the matter, it still fell into my hands!" The prince of the cultivator, who occupied the dominant position, gasped and said, "Your strength is good, but it's a pity that you were born in the wrong country, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

As he spoke, the prince of the cultivator increased his strength.

Meng Chen was already a little difficult to breathe at this time, and the blood-drinking sword in his right hand also fell to the ground, and both hands were tightly gripping the incinerator whip, trying to break free.

Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration in Dust's mind, he manipulated the Blood Drinking Sword to fly behind the Prince of the Cultivator and stabbed at him.

Since the prince has been on the battlefield for a long time, he has participated in many battles, and he felt a killing force aimed at him, and when he turned his head, he saw the blood-drinking sword, and he was immediately shocked, and quickly let go of the burning whip and pushed away a few steps, but the blood-drinking sword had already arrived and pierced his shoulder blade.

Without any hesitation, the prince of the cultivator hurriedly pulled out the blood-drinking sword, and Meng Chen also took the opportunity to break free from the incinerating flame whip and recall the blood-drinking sword.

At this time, there was no weapon in the hands of the prince of the cultivators.

Meng Chen didn't care about the injuries on his body, and hurriedly pressed towards the prince of the cultivator again.

The Prince of Cultivators originally planned to dance through the air and retrieve the Burning Flame Whip, but he didn't expect Meng Chen to come so quickly, so he had no choice but to postpone the plan to retrieve the weapon, and fought with Meng Chen with his bare hands.

It didn't take long for several blood marks to be drawn on his body.

The prince of the cultivator knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely die here, so he took advantage of a gap and hurriedly retrieved his incendiary whip.

With a whip in hand, the momentum of the prince of the cultivator skyrocketed a lot.

Syllable!

A whip was drawn, and the dust hid, and the whip hit the ground, making a bang, and a pit was blown out of the ground.

Meng Chen looked at the Burning Flame Whip of the Prince of the Cultivator, with a look of jealousy.

Whip after whip.

Dusty sword after sword.

The sword and whip wanted to bang, but there was a crisp sound of metal colliding, and it was still popping out of the spark.

Both of them in the field stood up and steadied the lower plate, and their upper bodies kept twisting, dodging, and attacking.

are all trying to find each other's flaws.

At the same time that Meng Chen received a whip from the prince of the cultivator, the angle of his body to the side was larger, and a cover door was immediately exposed, and without the slightest hesitation, the prince of the cultivator immediately pulled it towards its abdomen.

Syllable!

With a whip, the clothes that came out of the belly of the dust were immediately shattered, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the entire body flew out in the air.

"Xu Gongzi!" On the city wall, Wen Qingyi shouted excitedly.

Shu Jingfu also nervously held the jade hand, stared at the situation in the field, and then turned her head and said, "No, I want to go down to help him." ”

"Miss Shu, but Gongzi Xu, he asked us to take care of you......" said the city lord of Wendang City.

"If I don't help him, he's probably going to lose. I'm also a cultivator, so don't worry!" Shu Jingfu turned around and went down the city tower after speaking.

Seeing that Shu Jingfu had made up her mind, the city lord of Wendang City hurriedly waved his hand, and a general followed him with interest.

The officers under the city were still shocked and flew away, but at this moment, they saw the woman walking down from the city wall, and were about to ask again, when they saw the courteous general who got up and followed, and hurriedly didn't dare to speak.

Squeak –

The city gate opened again, and Shu Jingfu walked out of the city.

But she thought it was too slow, and then she performed a light skill, counting and taking one step at a time.

Here, Dusty fell to the ground, feeling a little confused in his head, the Prince of Cultivators rushed forward a few steps, raised his whip high, and prepared to come to a decisive blow.