Seeing Yi Qiu swinging his sword head-on, Xiao Lu showed a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, and without saying a word, he swung his sword to meet him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Clang!

A sharp sound of metal colliding sounded, and the swords met in mid-air, and the two violent forces collided with each other in mid-air, and after a while, what people didn't expect was that Yi Qiu's Flying Frost Sword actually had the upper hand, as if crushing Xiao Lu's treasure knife below.

Xiao Lu clenched the treasure knife with one hand, but the smile on his face disappeared, but he showed an extremely panicked expression, and said in a lost voice: "How is this possible, you obviously released a clone, how can your strength not weaken?"

Yi Qiu sneered: "Who said that if you release the clone, it will definitely weaken the strength of the body? All this is just the speculation of you idiot, I said, you will die today!"

Xiao Lu said: "Joke, even if your body is not weakened, what can you do? You can't kill me, my palm will recover ...... soon"

Before Xiao Lu finished speaking, he felt an incomparably cold murderous aura coming from behind him, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see that less than ten zhang away behind him, the blood-red clone condensed by Yi Qiu actually appeared at some point.

At this moment, the blood-colored figure looked at him expressionlessly, his scarlet eyes were full of endless killing aura, a blood-red arm was slowly raised, and two blood-colored fingers pointed towards his chest.

Swish!

Three blood-red fingers broke out of their fingers, like a long rainbow through the sun, coming from behind Xiao Lu, Xiao Lu wanted to dodge, but he was already suppressed by Yi Qiu's sword under him at the moment, Mo said that he dodged, and he couldn't even move.

"Get out of here!"

Xiao Lu roared frantically, pouring all his blood and qi into his right arm, wanting to shake Yi Qiu away and make a final dying struggle, but where could Yi Qiu let him succeed, he also continued to infuse the supreme dragon power into his arms, so that both of his arms instantly turned golden, and the domineering power suppressed Xiao Lu again.

"No!"

At this moment, the blood-colored finger mangs had already come in an instant, only to hear a pop, and the fingers instantly drilled into Xiao Lu's chest.

"Broken!"

Yi Qiu snorted coldly, his blood-colored fingers exploded in an instant, and the violent force directly blew through Xiao Lu's chest, revealing a shocking wound.

"How is this possible!"

That Xiao Lu's body stiffened, and then fell to the ground, his eyes were open, looking at Yi Qiu with unwillingness, the arrogance in his heart and his disregard for Yi Qiu all disappeared at this moment, and all that was left was endless regret.

I knew that this would be the end, maybe he would never have given the order to hunt down and kill Yi Qiu, let alone have a life-and-death duel with Yi Qiu!

......

The moment Xiao Lu fell to the ground, the plain suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the incredible picture, shocked and speechless.

Xuzhou was proud on the first day, and he died!

And he died at the hands of the White Tiger Descendant.

Such a result exceeded almost everyone's expectations, even powerhouses like the Empty Hermit and Xiao Taizu did not expect it.

That Xiao Taizu's old face was blue and trembling, and he watched Xiao Lu, whom he had high hopes for, being killed by Yi Qiu, but he couldn't make a move, and the torment and anger in his heart can be imagined.

Of course, the most difficult thing for him to accept was that not only did the Northern Jin Dynasty royal family lose a Tianjiao, but he also had to cut off his own arm!

It can be said that in this battle, their Northern Jin royal family lost too badly!

......

Yi Qiu looked at Xiao Lu, whose vitality was gradually disappearing, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a sneering smile, and said, "Xiao Lu, when you are my enemy, you should think that this is your end." ”

After Yi Qiu finished speaking, he put away the Flying Frost Sword, and at the same time, the blood demon incarnation also dissipated in an instant, turning into a blood mist and floating in the air.

Then a feeling of weakness struck, Yi Qiu only felt as if his whole body was evacuated, his body shook slightly, and he fell backwards involuntarily, at this moment, a fragrant wind hit, and a warm jade hand caught Yi Qiu's fallen body.

The person who made the move was naturally Murong Qingxue.

Looking at Yi Qiu's almost pale and bloodless face, but with a hint of an inexplicable smile, Murong Qingxue knew that Yi Qiu was happy because he had eliminated an enemy.

"What a fool. ”

Murong Qingxue shook her head helplessly, hugged Yi Qiu into her arms, and then let Yi Qiu's head rest on her delicate jade peak, and then gently brushed the hair on her shoulders with her hand, revealing her snow-white neck, and said softly: "Fool, drink my blood." ”

Yi Qiu knew that this was the fastest way to recover, so he was not polite, opened his mouth and bit down on Murong Qingxue's pink neck.

Murong Qingxue's blood flowed into Yi Qiu's mouth, with a hint of sweetness and astringency, and a hint of fiery taste, like sweet hot spring water, drinking it in his mouth, his whole body suddenly became comfortable.

Yi Qiu was like a hungry wolf, lying in Murong Qingxue's arms, devouring Murong Qingxue's blood.

Such a scene made the surrounding warriors both shocked and envious.

I have to say that this Yi Qiu is also too blessed, he actually drank the blood of the dignified saint like water, this treatment is simply jealous.

At this moment, it is estimated that Xuanyuan Yuntian saw it, and he had to be directly mad.

The empty hermit shook her head helplessly, although she felt that the holy woman was really losing her identity by doing this, how could she let a man drink her own blood in front of the public like this, if this was spread, what kind of system would it become.

However, although she felt that it was inappropriate in her heart, she did not stop it, after all, with her identity, where was she qualified to discipline the saint.

......

Feeling the gazes projected by everyone, Murong Qingxue was naturally shy, but in order to make Yi Qiu get better quickly, she had to turn a blind eye to these gazes.

Stretching out a hand, stroking Yi Qiu's black hair, her beautiful eyes were full of watery tenderness, Murong Qingxue said softly: "Fool, haven't you drunk enough?"

The recovery power of the Divine Phoenix essence blood in Murong Qingxue's body is amazing, Yi Qiu only needs to drink two sips, which is enough for a hard-hit martial artist to recover quickly, not to mention, he drank more than a dozen sips in one go, and the blood veins in his body will naturally recover long ago.

It's just that the blood in Murong Qingxue's body is too delicious, so he couldn't help but drink more, and when he heard Murong Qingxue's words at this moment, he naturally didn't dare to go too far, and immediately raised his head, licked his tongue unsatisfied, and said, "Fairy wife, I'm sorry, I've drunk a little too much." ”

Murong Qingxue said: "Fool, I don't blame you, how are you recovering from your injuries?"

Yi Qiu took a look at the situation in his body and found that the power of the bloodline, which had been almost exhausted, was recovering quickly at this moment, and he believed that it would not take long for him to recover as before.

"Almost. ”