"The saint-level soul is really powerful, although my soul attack can cause the other party's consciousness to be in a trance for a short time, but if you want to hurt him, it is impossible at all!" sighed secretly in his heart, Di Shuye finally understood what Tian Pao Shui had said, the saint level didn't care about the soul attack below the saint at all, because their souls were not weak.

In this thought, he had already made several moves with great speed, but Di Shuye couldn't attack the opponent's dense sword net.

"Bang bang bang" retreated a few steps, Bei Wuyu crackled all over, the long knife in his hand finally stopped dancing, and the knife net suddenly converged, revealing his embarrassed figure. At this moment, Bei Wuyu had several scorched black holes on a moon-white robe, accompanied by a trace of blood gushing out, and the two sleeves were broken at the elbows, revealing two blood-drenched forearms.

This scene is naturally a masterpiece of the Flame Parasitic Seed.

The nose was lying on his face, and as the corners of his mouth twitched, his two nostrils became more and more hollow, and a pair of eyes full of anger and humiliation stared at Di Shuye who came with a sword.

"I, want, you, die!" four words burst out from between his teeth with grief and indignation, his hands slammed into the Blue Flame Glaive in his hand, his shoulders shook, his whole body bones crackled, and then his feet slammed on the ground, his body rose in the air, and he stagnated steadily in mid-air.

The most obvious sign of the saint level, flying in the air!

Di Shuye, who was advancing with his sword, felt a pang in his heart, and the joy of having a slight upper hand in one and a half moves just now suddenly disappeared, and he almost forgot that the other party was already a saint powerhouse!!

The target disappeared in an instant, Di Shuye's sword was in vain, and as soon as he raised his head, Di Shuye's face changed in an instant.

Bei Wuyu in mid-air held a knife in both hands, the tip of the knife pointed to the sky, and the scorching cold wind shook the tattered moon-white robe, as if the god of war had descended. At the same time, the original dark cyan Blue Flame Glaive Knife eerily appeared a touch of crimson, and the blazing energy made Di Shuye's heart palpitate for a while.

"Bi Yan!" "Bi Yan!" In mid-air, Bei Wuyu shouted violently, his hands turned strangely, the original tip of the Biyan Glaive had been reversed, the tip of the knife emitted a cold cold light, and a sharp evil aura drew a semi-circular trajectory in mid-air, which was the trajectory of space distortion.

"Bloody Battle Eight Desolations!" With a loud shout, Bei Wufu poured the Blue Flame Glaive Knife, his legs were in the shape of a golden rooster, and he fell suddenly with the momentum of ten thousand jun.

It was a long time, but it was actually extremely fast, Di Shuye dodged and retreated, but as soon as he turned around, a fiery red energy above his head had already descended, instantly forming a fiery red energy shield around him, completely sealing him inside.

The red energy shield appeared quickly, and Bei Wuyu's crazy figure fell faster, and when Di Shuye was three feet above his head, a flame suddenly ignited on the tip of the Blue Flame Glaive Knife. In the crisis, Di Shuye's footwork was moving, and the whole person was pasted with a fiery red energy cover, and then he felt a terrifying high temperature behind him, and in an instant, the clothes on his back had already been burned into ashes.

Then, a sky-shattering roar exploded from the soles of his feet, perhaps because the flame at the tip of the knife moved downward, and the energy shield around Di Shuye's body moved downward, and a flash of joy in his heart floated out.

As soon as he turned around, Di Shuye was stunned, only to see Bei Wuyu kneeling on one knee, half-squatting on the ground, the head of the Biyan Yanyue knife was more than half a foot into the ground, but there was an eerie silence around him.

"What's the matter?" Di Shuye was stunned, the blow that was so powerful and domineering to the extreme just now ended so silently?

"Nine Turning Crane Dance Skill!" At this moment, a loud shout sounded in his head, Di Shuye didn't have to think about it at all, "Nine Turning Crane Dance Skill" was used, and the whole person spun up and up, spinning in the air.

As soon as I got up, I heard a tooth-aching cracking sound from the ground under my feet, looked down, and suddenly cold sweat trickled down my back.

I saw that on the ground, centered on the Blue Flame Glaive Knife in Bei Wuyu's hand, eight neat cracks were like the sun's rays sputtering, each crack was the thickness of an arm's arm, and above the cracks, the blue-red flames spread out with the eight flame-red energy.

The flames spread out all over the ground like liquid, and the furious cultivation power urged these flames and the fire energy to devour everything within three feet of Bei Wuyu's body. Eight thicker and thicker flames passed, and the space twisted violently. Bathed in a sea of fire, Bei Wuyu is like a messenger from the magma at the center of the earth, which is chilling.

"It's so dangerous!" Di Shuye was afraid for a while, if it weren't for Grandpa Shui's loud drink, he would be afraid to ...... at this moment

"It's so dangerous!" Not only him, but also the six-star saint Fan Xiu not far away also sighed lightly.

"It's dangerous!" the two old men at the end of the arena also couldn't help but whisper.

The bald old man breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "It's really dangerous, but I don't know if this Bei Wuyu was injured by that kid's unexpected move, or because he himself was not very skilled in this trick 'Bloody Battle Eight Desolations', he was a beat slower when he urged him to do it just now, giving that kid time to escape, otherwise that kid would have died!"

"This Bei Wuyu is very remarkable, he can create such a powerful move, I think his move just now 'Bloody Battle Eight Desolations' seems to have the shadow of Yang Huo Xuanmy. The old man who was holding a cigarette stick said approvingly.

"Bei Wuyu, that's it, this kid in black is a bit of a trick, haven't you noticed that his footwork is a little familiar?" said the bald Lin Lao suddenly.

The old man frowned, opened his mouth, but did not speak, and slowly looked up at the field.

After all, Di Shuye is not a saint master, he can stay in the air, and after this volley reaches the limit, he pauses for a short time, and then falls straight down. But fortunately, the rift and flames under his feet have long since disappeared, and there seems to be no danger anymore. The arena blessed with the formation is wonderfully restored, except that it is much cleaner than other places, there is no trace to be seen.

Bei Wuyu had already stood up, raised his head slightly and stared at Di Shuye who was slowly falling, his hands were tightened, and the killing intent in his heart was rushing, since he was overshadowed by Di Shuye, he had already had a murderous intent, if it wasn't for the fact that he was injured by Di Shuye's parasitic seed before, and his soul was attacked, and the reason why his spiritual power was not mobilized smoothly, this 'bloody battle of eight desolations' just now would have already ended Di Shuye's surname.

He believed that even the six-star saint Fan Xiu, who was watching outside, would not be able to save Di Shuye.

The academy does not allow killing, but if a saint kills a Wenqu star, the academy will not be too difficult, after all, in the cloud beast sniper battle, every saint has a pivotal role, and at best he will be deducted from some military merits.

In mid-air, Di Shuye also tightened the dementor sword in his hand, and this time it fell, it would definitely usher in Bei Wuyu's crazy attack. Although this battle was not long, the rabbit rose and fell, and the changes were great, and his own essence was already a little unsuccessful.

Five, four, three, two......

One zhang, Bei Wufu moved, the Blue Flame Glaive Knife in his hand was held high above the top, his hands were twisted fiercely, and the fire of the knife head gushed out, instantly sealing all the ways Di Shu fell at night, one on the ground, one in mid-air, relying on the ground advantage, Bei Wuyu pursed his lips tightly, and frantically turned the long knife.

If Di Shuye falls like this, he will definitely be ground into minced meat in an instant, there is no doubt about it!

Taking a deep breath, Di Shuye was in mid-air, twisted his waist suddenly, and at the same time slapped his left palm in the air, and the palm force hit the dense red knife net, boom, the Blue Flame Glaive Knife showed no signs of stopping, Di Shuye's palm did not work.

But with the recoil of the palm power, Di Shuye rose two feet again. Bei Wuyu sneered, and didn't fly into the air to chase and kill, with a hideous face, he actually wanted to kill Di Shuye alive!

"Captain, you ...... Save Di Shu Ye!" Seeing Di Shu Ye in crisis, Drunken Dragon Yin couldn't help but ask Fan Xiu beside him for help.

Fan Xiu smiled slightly, but instead of making a move, she raised her eyes and looked at the end of the arena.

"Old fellow, Nabei Wufu obviously wants to kill this kid, this kid can't die! Some things have to fall on him!" said the bald Lin Lao urgently.

"Hehe, don't worry, people are not in a hurry, what are you anxious about?"

Hearing this, the bald Lin Lao was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the front of him, which was thousands of meters away, but he clearly saw Di Shuye's expression in mid-air with just a glance.

There was no worry, no fear, no sorrow that knew that he was going to die, just a touch of solemnity. Although he rushed up two feet with the force of the recoil of one palm, he still didn't make any movement.

"It's all here, what else can he do? Is he stupid?" the bald old man Lin smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry, if something happens, Fan Xiu can solve it, see that you are in a hurry, even if you know the whereabouts of the fire phoenix, what can you do?" sneered, and shook his head.

"Alas......" The bald Lin Lao was stunned, then sighed and stopped talking.

The power of the recoil dried up, and Di Shuye fell again from three feet above the ground, but the speed of the fall was much slower, and it seemed that Di Shuye was also constantly controlling his body shape with the help of Han Jingqi.

"Captain......" was anxious in his eyes, and Drunken Dragon Yin looked at Fan Xiu on the side, but saw that Fan Xiu just waved his hand.

"Boss, what about your strength to kill the three-star saint? When has this been, and you haven't used it yet?" Xie Yulong took a step forward and clenched his fists.

Hearing him roar like this, almost all the onlookers on the field looked at this side in unison, their eyes were full of suspicion, but some of them had a burst of amusement in their eyes: "Are you in a hurry to go to the doctor?

Obviously, they thought that Xie Yulong's words were to affect Bei Wuyu's mind.

Fan Xiu raised her eyebrows, and suddenly her eyes lit up and she looked at the field. I saw that Di Shuye in mid-air finally moved, and the body that was originally standing on his head and feet suddenly flipped in the air, turning into a head and foot, and the speed of his fall also increased sharply, and the short sword in his hand pointed at the center of the fiery red knife net.

"Huh, what is he doing?" Fan Xiu didn't know why, and wondered for a while.

The distance of two zhang came in the blink of an eye, seeing Di Shuye falling, a trace of madness flashed in Bei Wuyu's eyes, his hands accelerated suddenly, the Blue Flame Glaive Sword danced faster, and the fiery red knife net turned into a cloud of fire.

"Gift, relief!" he shouted in a low voice, and Di Shuye slowly closed his eyes.

"Death?" Fan Xiu was stunned for a moment, and her feet flickered subconsciously, but she suddenly stopped, looked at Di Shuye who closed her eyes and fell rapidly in surprise, and said strangely in her heart: "This sword ...... Seem... It's kind of interesting. ”

A soft sword, without any fancy or momentum, is like a part of Di Shuye's body, falling from mid-air, and falling with Di Shuye closing his eyes, this scene looks like seeking death.

At this moment, all the onlookers raised their hearts to their throats. Although Fan Xiu on the side vaguely saw that Di Shuye's sword was a little unusual, he still pinched his sweat and subconsciously looked at the end of the arena.

"Let's see the situation later, try to save him!" A voice sounded in his head, Fan Xiu looked into the distance, nodded slightly, and then focused on the field, and slowly stretched out his palms.

The tip of the sword finally touched the fiery red knife net, in fact, if Bei Wuyu chased Di Shuye in anger just now, he would definitely make a contribution and kill him with thunder. But he was inexplicably injured by Di Shuye before, and Bei Wuyu's more emotion was to brutally kill Di Shuye to relieve Fang Cai's hatred.

"Ding!" there was a soft sound, and the tip of the sword collided with the rapidly swinging blade, followed by a "thump".

Understatement, there was no momentum in the contact, but the fire net in mid-air suddenly disappeared!

Immediately after that, there was a sound of 'dangchang', and a section of the knife head fell to the ground, and the blade of the Biyan Glaive was less than a foot long.

"What a sharp sword!" Drunk Fufeng exclaimed with joy, but heard Fan Xiu sneer: "It's not a sharp sword!"

Before the words fell, only an extremely long snort was heard, and Di Shuye, who fell straight on the field, the short sword in his hand seemed to split the bamboo, splitting the previously majestic Blue Flame Glaive Knife in two.

It was only at this time that Bei Wuyu came back to his senses, threw away the handle of the knife in his hand, raised his hand and slapped it at Di Shuye with a volley.

However, above his head, Di Shuye still closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, and stabbed straight down with his short sword.

"Poof" The sound of the tip of the knife cutting through the cloth was particularly clear in a silent field, and everyone's eyes were focused on the tip of Di Shuye's sword, but they saw that the tip of the sword was like a broken bamboo, without any impact, all the way down.

Bei Wuyu's saint-level strong palm didn't even blow out a fart.

At this moment, Bei Wuyu was completely stunned, and the repeated blows made him wonder if he had not broken through to the saint level, and he was in a trance in his mind, and he was stunned in place.

"It's not good, Fanxiu, save people!"

Where is there still a need for the old man at the end of the arena to transmit the voice, Fan Xiu has already started. flew up and controlled the palm power to slap at Di Shuye.

"Bastard, just pull Bei Wufu away!" Seeing that a palm was about to touch Di Shu's body, a voice suddenly exploded in Fan Xiu's head, and the irresistible majesty directly caused the six-star saint to stop his palm and slide towards Bei Wuyu without any pause. (To be continued.) )