On the other side, Yan San was also hit hard, a scimitar slashed at Yan San's shoulder, and the handle of the knife was raised on stilts, higher than Yan San's head, like a funny and bloody decoration.

The owner of the knife could no longer laugh at the knife. The half-cut knife in Yan San's hand pierced through his throat, revealing a hideous bloody blade behind the man's neck.

The mace monk suddenly vomited in his mouth, and a large stream of filth mixed with blood and dark red flesh flowed out, and his head hung down, and he died.

Although he won the knife, the majestic force on the knife was completely borne by him, and the five internal organs were shattered, and he was directly shocked to death.

Under one knife, one wounded and two killed, three defeated!

The dart monk was stupid in place, Yan San showed no mercy, reached out and pulled out the scimitar on his shoulder, and threw it out......

At the top of the Tiger Mountain, the smile on the Scorpion's face disappeared, and he asked suspiciously, "What is this......?" Third-Order Great Completion Body Cultivation?"

The Fire Demon laughed and said, "Obviously! Killing a third-order physical cultivator head-on can only be done by physical cultivation. This kid's strength is beyond the old man's expectations! It must be some kind of high-level body refining technique, it seems that I may not be able to lose this bet steadily...... It's interesting, it's getting more and more interesting!"

King Kong Tiger laughed and said, "The exercises are good, but it's just a wild path, how far can you go?"

The fire demon was stunned, thinking back to the battle picture of Yan San's suitability, and suddenly found that Yan San was indeed disorganized, without any moves, but like a mundane street fight, ruthless, and finally inferior. This kind of fight is too playful, and one mistake is a catastrophe, and it is easy to control after many deductions like the secret skills of the moves. Thinking about it like this, the fire demon's heart was cold again.

The tombstone suddenly stood up, closed his eyes and turned out of the skylight.

King Kong Tiger quacked and said, "Brother Tombstone, I said that kid's weakness doesn't have to be so decadent, but a month of cultivation in the tiger's den, men, you must be able to afford to lose!"

The tombstone didn't say a word, and went straight into the dark world.

"Master, why don't you look at it? I don't think that kid will necessarily lose. That momentum, that means, compared with me back then! I think I explored Jiulonggou at night, my obedient, you haven't seen it, I single-handedly killed nine in and nine out of it, that guy is called a heroic posture, blood flows like a river, chic and happy, lonely as snow...... "The laughing old man couldn't hold back his words, and he couldn't help but ask when he got out of the cave, but the first half was still serious, and the second half was deviated, and there was a surging posture of the river.

The tombstone had to interrupt: "Don't look, the black tiger won." ”

"Hey, no, that kid was also injured, he looked miserable, he had more than a dozen flying knives stuck in his body, and he was slashed, the most serious thing was that the knife hit the mace, the knife was broken, and the shock must have been not small, maybe he was half dead...... Chen Ban'er still has three people, how can he win?" said the old man with a smile.

The tombstone was too lazy to talk to him, and said, "Crying boy, come on." ”

The crying boy obviously didn't want to talk more, but the tombstone had to say again, and said: "The black tiger did it on purpose! The flying knife entered the flesh for only one point, and the knife that cut it did not hurt the muscles and bones, and it was shocking? Hmph, it is not the ancient body refining trick that the Heavenly King's body is so easy to be injured by shock!"

The laughing old man immediately grasped the point and said, "Is it really a heavenly king's decision?"

"Didn't you doubt it at first, now it's almost certain that I also practice Heavenly King Refining Body Perfectly.

The black tiger's body method of breaking out of the encirclement is a combination of thorns and steps, and it seems to be dangerous when fighting, but it is a small wound on the flesh and skin. Moreover, the third-order body cultivation is so vigorous, and it is the essence of the bodhisattva to kill without making a move. It's ridiculous that the iron slag tiger still said that it was a wild road, but I don't know that no trick and no style is the ultimate!" It's rare for the crying boy to say so many words, and he actually learned to complain with a huge chopping knife.

The old man smiled thoughtfully, and said, "Then the black tiger is our person......! Master, do you want to help him?"

The tombstone said: "Take a look first." It's strange that the Heavenly King Sect is a single lineage, and this generation of Heavenly Kings has only one disciple of my master...... Why is there another heir to the Heavenly King?"

"That's not simple, it's the old man who has accepted another one!" the laughing old man blurted out.

The crying boy interjected coldly: "Then you should be happy, many little uncles!"

The old man smiled, his face suddenly changed greatly, his smiling face was distorted, and he was stunned and said, "Aren't you the same?"

The two glanced at each other and said in unison: "Grass!"

"The ancestor is really not like words, if you want to accept apprentices, don't accept such tender ones, how embarrassing is this...... You said that if it is really Uncle Shi, should we call it in the future or not......? Fourth-order is called third-order uncle, are we embarrassed to call him embarrassed to respond?What is this called!" The laughing old man couldn't help but complain.

The crying boy was also worried, dragging the knife without saying a word, and the bitterness on his face was even stronger.

The tombstone only has a wry smile. His master is dissolute and uninhibited, Xu has been living in the crying abyss for more than ten years, and he has accepted an errand to buy wine.

The tombstone didn't think of one thing, what if it was the Heavenly King's personal inheritance? In terms of seniority, he also had to call the little uncle! The laughing old man and the crying boy had to kneel down and shout: Little uncle!

The scimitar swirled, the momentum was huge and fast like a meteor, the sound of whining through the air was still echoing in the air, the blade had slashed into the chest of the dart monk, and the curved blade exposed most of it behind the dart monk, almost through the body, and the dart monk fell to the ground like dry wood, killing him instantly.

Yan San "struggled" to get up, took two steps, stumbled and almost slipped by blood, Chen Baner was already about to run, at this time there was an opportunity, and shouted: "He can't do it anymore, kill him, kill him!"

The remaining two monks were originally devastated, but when they saw this scene, they also had the courage to cheer themselves up with a shout, and rushed towards Yan San.

Yan San took a few steps back, the heat by the magma river was so hot that his short hair began to curl, his eyes narrowed so that there was only a slit left, he dodged a sword in his pocket, and a leg flew up violently under his feet, kicking the ass of the monk holding the long sword, but he couldn't avoid the iron claw of the other monk, and his clothes were torn apart by a claw and buckled into the flesh.

The sword-wielding monk was kicked away, and there was no pain when he surged up, and his heart was still glad that he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, and his face changed greatly in a blink of an eye, and he screamed endlessly. This leg kicked him diagonally with his forward momentum, and it wasn't fast, but it was ...... , there's a lava river ahead!

In mid-air, with no strength to draw on, the monk screamed and flew helplessly over the cliff, and at the end of the flight he paused and fell like a stone.

The screams stopped abruptly, and there was a soft thud, like a hot iron inserted into cold water, and then there was no sound at all.

As soon as the monk's hand with iron claws touched Yan San's chest, he pulled it hard, but he felt it

It felt like he had grabbed a tough and slippery hard stone, and he secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, Yan San had already grabbed his neck with one hand.

The Iron Claw Monk raised his claws, and was about to give Yan San a ruthless blow, but he only heard Yan San roar in his ears, and something snapped, and the world had begun to leave him in a trance.

Chen Ban'er was already sluggish, seeing Yan San shouting, pinching off the neck of the last master, and throwing the soft corpse into the magma river like garbage, and looked at him coldly, he suddenly felt that his soul was scattered, and he shouted unconsciously in his mouth, and ran away with a roll.

Yan San was about to chase after him, when his eyes were dark, and a trace of black root-like things invaded his eye sockets, but in an instant, his two eyes were dyed black, and the whites of his eyes were gone.

The blood curse of the wedding dress flared up again. Yan San had to stop the idea of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, sat down cross-legged, and continuously infused the vitality into the skin of his whole body to eliminate the abnormalities.

The onset of the wedding curse is always accompanied by a short period of weakness, and it is too risky to hunt down Chen Ban'er at this time.

The wedding spell that had been stopped for a while once again showed its greedy fangs, never satisfied. Yan San thought that his cultivation speed was fast, but he was only able to keep up with the vitality devouring of the wedding mantra. If it weren't for the fact that his spirit and blood were all abundant and refined, it would have been unfortunate to change to other monks. Even so, Yan San had to maintain at least half of the vitality reserves at all times, and the onset of the wedding cloth spell was uncertain, and the advance feeding method taught to him by Helian Tianxiong had lost its effect so far, and it was just that the time to absorb the yuan that could shorten the wedding dress spell was applied at the time of the attack.

In a high mountain that penetrates into the sea of clouds in the Mangfu Continent, there is a valley shrouded in black mist all the year round, and there is a green jade palace in the valley, carving snakes and painting insects, revealing the magnificence of evil and cruelty.

The gardens of the palace were full of small trees with pitch-black leaves, no more than a foot, and their branches were green, like the exposed blood vessels of a person, and from time to time they stirred like a pulse, and it was strange and indescribable. The small tree was covered with green fruits, the size of walnuts, and the little tree was overwhelmed. Looking at it, there are tens of thousands of fruits in a piece of password.

There were three small trees that were particularly tall, and strangely enough, there was only one fruit on them, the size of a fist, and they beat like a heart. There were two fruits that were green and red, and as Yan San's wedding curse eased at this time, the fruit on the last small tree jumped violently and slowly dyed a touch of red.

A woman in black held a little boy by the hand, smiled with relief, and said, "I didn't expect to unintentionally insert willows, the third flesh and blood spirit fruit has reached the maturity stage so quickly, and my son Feixian will only wait for time......!

The boy was speechless, looked at the newly turned red fruit and suddenly grinned, and said, "I said, you are mine!"

After supplying the needs of the wedding dress spell, Yan San's internal thief went to the empty building, the spirit yuan was exhausted, and his body was empty and weak for a while, so he had to continue to run the mutation wind song and take out the spirit crystal to replenish the consumption. Fortunately, the blood element is quite abundant, and there is still the power of self-preservation.

While pranayama, Yan San's split soul began to weigh the gains and losses of this battle.

This battle was Yan San's first battle since the Great Retreat on the fifth floor, and Dafeng Song didn't talk about it, and the Heavenly King finally began to show his hideous fangs. For a long time, Yan San's battles have relied on instinct and intuition, exchanging injuries for life, and since the Heavenly King is not bad, this situation has finally been greatly alleviated.

Copper skin and heavy flesh, mercury blood frost pith, steel and iron bones, and strong recovery ability, these gave Yan San a desperate capital.

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