"Wan Qing, it's fast!"

Jiubo jumped up, patted the dirt on his body, and looked at Wan Qing with hideousness and playfulness on his face.

"Tsk, the nineteenth person on the dignified B battle list has actually fallen to such a state, it's sad!"

For Jiubo's shameless and bottomless behavior, Wan Qing was disdainful for a while. If Jiubo confronts him head-on, no matter whether he wins or loses, Wanqing will respect Jiubo.

"Hehe, my sister was killed by you, I don't give you anything in return, how can this be worthy of the suffering I have suffered during this time!"

Jiu Bo became more and more hideous, thinking that his sister was killed right under his nose, Jiu Bo's whole body began to tremble, his eyes were bloodshot, revealing a terrifying light.

"Wan Qing, I will defeat you with my sister's secret technique to pay tribute to my sister's spirit in the sky!"

The words fell, Jiu Bo made a gesture in his right hand, and a B-grade mid-grade Qinghong sword appeared in his hand, with cold light and murderous intent.

"Flower Thousand Swords-Nine Jus!"

The original pale red sword body turned into a golden light. Jiu Bo's right wrist was pulled, and the golden Qingyu Sword was divided into nine, like a golden chrysanthemum.

"It's good to come!"

Wan Qing's eyes narrowed, and he was about to confirm what he had guessed in his heart.

"Wan Qing Originality-Illusion!"

The two fists were sacrificed, and thirty-eight fist marks were made, and the Tao was condensed and the momentum was compelling.

Bang bang bang~

A series of crashing sounds, crisp and pleasant, each impact, sparkling.

In just one cup of tea, the two collided no less than 10,000 times, and this radius of several kilometers was a battlefield. Everywhere the two went, the grass and trees flew sideways, and the ground was clean.

"What is this doing, Boss?"

Watching the battle between the two, Huomeng was recovering while recovering and thinking curiously, with Huomeng's understanding of Wan Qing, Wan Qing could not have such strength, and Wan Qing had not yet brought gloves. For Wan Qing's fist gloves, Huomeng is extremely hot, and the bonus to the fire attribute alone is a little scary.

"This Wan Qing actually used his opponent to improve his boxing skills, interesting!"

The man in Tsing Yi high in the sky, his wings vibrated slightly, and he looked very elegant, but in fact, with his strength, he didn't need wings at all, he could stand high in the air, but he preferred wings.

Jiubo's face in the battle became more and more hideous, his facial features were a little displaced, and the newcomer who was once knocked away by his own move was now able to face him head-on, which made Jiubo a little unacceptable.

"Flower Thousand Swords-Eight Leaf Flower!"

Pulling away the distance, Jiu Bo pulled out a sword flower in his right hand again, and the color of the Qinghong sword in his hand returned to its original color, but it transformed into eight sharp swords, forming the appearance of an eight-leaf flower.

"Go!"

With Jiubo's dull roar, the eight petals fell one by one, shooting towards Wan Qing at a rapid pace, leaving behind a virtual shadow.

"Wan Qing Originality-Illusion!"

Wan Qing also roared in a muffled voice, and his fists were sacrificed again, and the fist marks formed a barrier, blocking the front.

Bang bang bang~

Sparks suddenly erupted on the fist seal barrier, and after the petals were blasted out, they did not disappear, but drew an arc in the air and shot towards Wan Qing again.

"Hehe, my eight-leaf flower is endless, and if you don't kill the target, you won't stop!"

Jiubo stood in place, smiling, his distorted facial features became more and more ugly, and even a little scary.

For Jiubo's words, Wan Qing believed that these eight petals had been blasted away by himself no less than a thousand times, and they were still shooting towards him.

"There is no impermeable wall in the world, and there is no secret practice that can be released endlessly, everything will have a limit!"

Wan Qing smiled and said, this eight-leaf flower may be a headache for other cultivators, but for Wan Qing, it is not worth mentioning.

From a certain point of view, this eight-leaf flower does not cut the target and does not give up, but Wan Qing's fist seal barrier is not something that the eight-leaf flower can break.

"That's how it feels!"

Wan Qing shouted loudly in his heart, the second type of illusion is a little bit close to perfection, as long as Jiubo insists on the time of one stick of incense, Wan Qing will be eighty percent sure that he will practice the illusion to perfection.

Seeing that Wan Qing was getting more and more energetic, Jiu Bo's face became more and more ugly, and he was a little pale, although Jiu Jiao's swordsmanship, Jiu Bo was only a cursory study, but Jiu Bo didn't think that this was something Wan Qing could deal with.

At this moment, Jiubo has used several methods, but still failed to hurt Wan Qing in the slightest, which makes Jiubo a little unacceptable.

"Abyss, can you help me?"

Jiubo Shennian sent out a sound and floated not far away.

"Jiji, Jiubo, the conditions I proposed, if you agree, I will help you!"

In a dark corner, a divine thought transmitted into Jiu Bo's ears, with a hint of insidiousness.

"No, I can't accept it by exchanging my Jiubo's body for killing Wan Qing!"

Jiubo said angrily, as soon as he entered this world, Jiubo met the people of the Youyuan clan, and the two fought a big battle, but they couldn't take each other. Finally, the battle was stopped, and Jiubo pointed his head to the side of Huomeng.

As a member of the Dark Race, the Abyss has no physical body and must occupy the bodies of others. For Jiubo's body, Youyuan is relatively satisfied, the level is not weak, and the qualifications are also superior, but Youyuan does not have the absolute strength to crush Jiubo.

"However, this Wanqing's body can be given to you, as long as you help me!"

With a hint of temptation, Jiu Bo said again, Jiu Bo didn't believe it, with Wan Qing's terrifying qualifications, Youyuan was still not moved.

Hearing Jiubo's transmission, Youyuan smiled in his heart, what he wanted was your words, if Jiubo didn't appear, Youyuan was ready to take possession of Huomeng's body.

As a result, Jiubo appeared, and Youyuan turned his attention to Jiubo again, Huomeng's qualifications were indeed good, but he didn't even cross the watershed of grade B, and Jiubo's qualifications were a little worse than Huomeng's, but the level advantage was obvious. After a little weighing, Yu Yuan wanted to get Jiubo's body even more.

And now that Wan Qing appeared, Youyuan turned his attention to Wanqing again, with such qualifications, Jiubo is a scumbag in front of Wanqing, but Youyuan doesn't know where Wanqing's limit is, and it's not easy to sneak attack.

In the battle, the most taboo is the sneak attack, if the abyss sneak attack is successful, it's okay to say, but the sneak attack fails, the abyss must be the object of Wan Qing's endless death. For such a thing that is too dangerous, Yu Yuan chooses to wait and see for a while before making plans.

But now Jiu Bo took the initiative to join forces to deal with Wan Qing, and at the same time the conditions offered made Youyuan start to move, Youyuan didn't believe it, so he joined forces with Jiubo, and he couldn't kill a kid at the peak of the second rank and first order.

"Deal!"

Hearing Youyuan's response, the corners of Jiubo's mouth hooked up a slight arc, and he nodded slightly, with a posture of victory.

"Jiuhua Sword Technique-Sanhua Gathering!"

The color of the pale red Qinghong Sword changed again, turning silvery-white, and the cold light was even more radiant, and this posture alone felt very awesome.

"Oh, don't you need your sister Jiujiao's swordsmanship?"

Wan Qing's head tilted slightly, tilting his head to look at Jiu Bo, with a merciless mockery.

"As long as you die, everything else doesn't matter!"

The corners of Jiubo's mouth were upturned, his face was hideous, his tongue was slightly stretched out, and he licked his lips, with bloodlust in his eyes.

"Die!"

Jiu Bo flashed, and appeared one meter away from Wanqing, and the Qingyu Sword in his right hand waved, leaving behind an afterimage of the Dao.

"Wanqing original - Gang!"

Rumble!

With Wan Qing's roar, a loud bang resounded through the abyss.

With the two of them as the center, a strong wind blows out, and the long flowing hair dances wildly in the wind, and the clothes are even more hunting.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, the corners of the abyss's mouth curled, and a figure even darker than the environment of the abyss appeared, which was only a figure, not a physical body.

"Boss, be careful!"

Restore Sancheng's Huomeng, find that something is wrong, and roar loudly to remind Wan Qing. For the abyss, Huo Meng had a trace of jealousy in his heart, and his invisible body was almost immune to physical damage.

"It's too late!

A very thin spike appeared in the figure, stabbing towards Wan Qing, who was stalemate, at an extremely fast speed, and appeared on Wan Qing's back in the blink of an eye.

"Get out!"

Just when Youyuan was arrogant with victory, a domineering voice hit Youyuan's mind, and Youyuan was directly shocked out.

"How is that possible!?"

Not only did Youyuan exclaim like this, but Huomeng also exclaimed.

Even Jiubo, who was in a stalemate with Wan Qing, was wide-eyed, Wan Qing was obviously fighting head-on with him, and he shouldn't be able to tell how the attack behind the Divine Mind Monitoring was done.

"I still underestimate you!"

Jiu Bo flashed back and forth, distanced himself from Wan Qing, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to think in his heart.

"There's more to think of?"

For the sneak attack of the abyss, Wan Qing had long been prepared. As soon as he entered the abyss, Wan Qing felt wrong, and the green weasel didn't find anything abnormal, because the plants here were scarce, the light was dim, and many places were unknown.

In this environment, Wan Qing is used to maintaining a high degree of vigilance, and the back is naturally handed over to the green ferret in the body. Although the weasel only has one blow, with the mid-level of the weasel level C, as long as the opponent does not exceed the C level, it is enough for the opponent to drink a pot.

"Want to run?"

Looking at Jiu Bo, who turned around and wanted to leave, Wan Qing smiled slightly, and the wind shadow opened directly and strode to catch up.

Jiubo, who was evacuating quickly, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, turned his head slightly, and Jiubo's pupils suddenly dilated rapidly, with disbelief in his eyes.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, a watermelon burst open, and the red and white things burst open and sprayed all over the ground.