Chapter 11 of Volume II is short-lived
"Two for one person, no one loses" Dongfang laughed, his messy hair flying in the wind, coupled with his dirty face and body, he looked like a wild man.
"Don't look at others, your opponent is here" The white-faced scholar shouted, attracting Zhao Xin's attention, only to see the white-faced scholar and another man attacking from left to right.
"Okay, sleepy" The corners of Zhao Xin's mouth bent, and a wisp of essence was fed into the array diagram as an energy hub.
"Death" At the same time, the two of them had already arrived in front of them, and at the last moment, Zhao Xin's feet shone brightly, and the triangular blood array took shape, and the blood light rose to the sky, covering the white-faced scholar and the two in it.
"Why can't you move?" The white-faced scholar was shocked when he found that he couldn't move.
"Trapped in the array?" The middle-aged woman in the back saw it very clearly, because the formation diagram is not something that ordinary people will, unless it is the inheritor who has this bloodline and they can use it directly, otherwise, they can only draw the array diagram on special drawings and use it as a consumable, and the last one left is to reach the realm of the sixtieth armor. Zhao Xin is definitely not in the Huajia realm, so the middle-aged woman who understands this situation is curious that Zhao Xin can use it directly, but what she doesn't know is that Zhao Xin has once sucked the essence blood of Shiyan and them.
"Let's Die"
Seeing that the other party had been temporarily trapped, Zhao Xin took out the black stick that he hadn't used for a long time, and the light was scattered, directly hitting the opponent's heavenly spirit.
"Bang"
The blood was overflowing, and when the white-faced scholar saw that one of his companions had died in such a "nest", he suddenly became angry, and his face became red.
"Old eight, ruthless enough"
Dongfang Shuo, who was carrying a gourd on the side, saw that Zhao Xin saw the blood light here, and his blood was also boiling, and he threw the gourd in his hand, which instantly rose to the size of the pot lid, covered his head to protect Tianling, and roared again and entangled with the other party.
"Still not helping?"
While thinking about getting out of Zhao Xin's predicament, the white-faced scholar shouted to the middle-aged woman who was "watching the play" on the side.
There was a person in the breath, and Zhao Xin seemed to have found the feeling he had when he was in Xiaodongtian again, because he hadn't learned very thoroughly in the trapped formation, so he couldn't last long at all. Besides, there was a middle-aged woman on the side who was at least not confused, in case the night was long and dreamy, Zhao Xin quickly beat the black stick towards the white-faced scholar again.
"Bang"
The hand rose and fell, and the black stick stopped at a distance of a finger from the white-faced scholar, only to see a white and flawless jade hand grabbing the black stick, it was the middle-aged woman, and Zhao Xin didn't see when the other party came over at all.
"This stick is very good, where did you get it?" Although the middle-aged woman's voice was not as warbler as Yao Mengyan's, it was also quite magnetic.
Approaching this middle-aged woman so closely, he could even smell the other party's body fragrance, Zhao Xin saw the whole picture of this woman, her appearance was not the kind of appearance that captivated the country and the city, and there were some traces of time, but her exposed skin was like ice muscles, white and pink, which really did not match her appearance.
"I'm sorry, this is mine" Zhao Xin's arm moved slightly, the black stick suddenly became hot, and the middle-aged woman instantly let go of her arm.
"Huh?" the middle-aged woman frowned and sighed lightly.
What Zhao Xin didn't expect was that he was just an act of self-preservation, but it made the middle-aged woman who was already interested in Zhao Xin even more curious.
"Ye Qinghan, hurry up and kill this kid" Zhao Xin's temporary formation diagram also disappeared at this time, and the white-faced scholar said angrily.
"Do you think I'm your servant, no big or small," the middle-aged woman replied disdainfully, obviously very dissatisfied with the white-faced scholar's performance.
The slightly chubby man from the Fu clan also seemed to notice the situation on Zhao Xin's side, because Dongfang Shuo's strength was inseparable from the original, but he still reminded: "Ye Qinghan, don't forget the purpose of your coming today."
"Purpose, but I feel like you're hiding something," the middle-aged woman said lightly.
Zhao Xin on the side felt that he was completely ignored, and it seemed that he was able to deal with himself, perhaps this was the confidence of the gap in the realm, thinking that Zhao Xin had no chance to resist at all. But Zhao Xin is actually completely true, because he has fought with powerful opponents like the Demon God and Shami, and there is no pressure at all in the realm of non-confusion, but he just feels a little difficult.
"Hmph, arrogant" The white-faced scholar snorted coldly, turned around and joined the battle group of the concubine man, obviously frightened by Zhao Xin's hand just now.
"If you don't do it, I'm going to help someone" Although the other party is very relaxed, but compared to Zhao Xin's side, it is much tighter, one is not confused by the realm, plus the three people who are in the realm or lower, although Zhao Xin killed one at the beginning, but now the other party will definitely not give himself a second chance to draw a formation diagram.
"Are you so confident?" Ye Qinghan was really attracted by Zhao Xin's strange thoughts this time, and he could still be so calm and calm when facing a strong enemy in the realm of not being confused. If he is not a fool, he has a certain amount of dependence, and Zhao Xin is obviously not the former.
"Then don't talk nonsense" Zhao Xin took the lead in attacking with a black stick, because he found that Dongfang Shuo on the other side was already a little difficult to face the three people together, although Dongfang Shuo was getting more and more fierce, but if he was killed in the early stage of the battle, everything would be empty talk.
didn't expect Zhao Xin to take the initiative, Ye Qinghan was quite surprised, but when the black stick hadn't touched her, he had already reacted, after all, the realm gap was still there.
Ye Qinghan raised his hand slightly, his body suddenly bounced up, and he jumped a few meters at once, and dodged Zhao Xin's attack very casually. The whole movement is euphemistic and light, and the purple dress flutters in the wind, like a nine-day fairy, stunning and moving.
"Let you try and taste mine"
The corners of Ye Qinghan's mouth bent, and a purple flower bloomed on his chest, and the flowers were shining with wisps of light, which were bright and dazzling.
"What is this?" Zhao Xin muttered secretly, this flower couldn't tell whether it was the essence or the image of the Fa. If it is transformed by essence, it will not have such a luster like a real thing, and if it is an image of the Dharma, it will be too far-fetched.
"Bang"
At this moment, there was a loud bang beside Zhao Xin, and when he turned around, it was actually Dongfang Shuo.
"Damn, these people are so shameless, three to one" Dongfang Shuo shook his head, and the dust on his head flew in the wind. At this time, Dongfang Shuo also saw the flower in Ye Qinghan's hand, and immediately said in shock: "Epiphany, are you from the Ye family?"
Glancing at Dongfang Shuo's expression, Ye Qinghan smiled slightly: "Dongfang Shuo, the remnants of the Dongfang Clan, just received together."
At this time, Dongfang Shuo completely lost his previous indifference, and slapped the big gourd in his hand hard, and the gourd skyrocketed in an instant, and it was more than 100 zhang high after a while, and then the gourd began to rotate, and the air around it was pulled over, forming a huge storm.
"Old eight, run" After speaking, Dongfang Shuo pulled up Zhao Xin, turned around and began to run wildly.
"Is it so terrifying?" Zhao Xin didn't understand why Dongfang Shuo began to flee after seeing the flower, and threw down the image of the Dharma Gate for this. This is because after the image of the Dharma Gate is staggered from the person at a certain distance, it will automatically return to the heavenly spirit of the inheritor of the bloodline, because there is a connection between the root of the bloodline and the image of the Dharma, and although the image of the Dharma is recovered, it will still cause trauma that is difficult to recover. So escaping at such a large price can only show one problem, that is, the power of that epiphany is even more terrifying than this.
"It's a flash in the pan, everything is withered" Dongfang Shuo's voice was very low, and Zhao Xin didn't ask any more questions, and began to run away as fast as he could.
"Uh" Suddenly Dongfang Shuo stumbled, spit blood from his mouth, and almost fell to the ground, Zhao Xin's eyes were quick, and he grabbed Dongfang Shuo, and at that time he concluded that the image of the Dharma had returned to Dongfang Shuo's body.
"Go" Zhao Xin picked up Dongfang Shuo and fled non-stop.