Heijiao saw the rattan spear, as quiet as a rock, elegant as the wind, beautiful as a ghost, and yet it was enough to kill him, and with a "flutter" sound, he seemed to hear the sound of a flesh being pierced, and it sounded and fell in the breeze with the fragrance of distant mountains and plants.

The breeze blew, and the rattan spear pierced through the body.

Xuan Bi said in a very cold, slightly excited and complex voice: "I said that those who are arrogant have only one way to die. Three times in a row, he lost to Hei Jiao in the same way, just for one move at this moment, inertial thinking made Hei Jiao relax his vigilance and forget to watch out for behind him.

He glanced at the rattan spear stuck in his chest, smiled coldly, and said, "Die, I never thought I would die." In Xuan Bi's almost incredible gaze, Hei Jiao held the rattan spear and pulled this deadly killing weapon out of his chest little by little.

The body of the spear was stained red with blood, and the blood flowed out of the body of the spear, exploding in the air, gathering into a mournful blood crane.

As if to make Xuan Bi on the other side see clearly, Hei Jiao's movements were very slow, and the slowness made people wonder if he would die of excessive blood loss before the spear was drawn.

But in fact, except for the fact that his face was a little pale, he looked very healthy.

Drawing out the rattan spear and holding it in his hand, Heijiao smiled coldly, laughing sarcastically and coldly.

In an emotionless and indifferent voice, he said to Xuan Bi: "I didn't expect you to still have a hidden hand, but it's not enough, far from enough." The black light flashed in his eyes, like the brilliance of the entire starry sky.

Xuanbi was like being hit by a cannonball, and immediately flew upside down, and the rattan armor on his body was twisted into pieces in an instant, like a green butterfly flying over, dancing in the brilliant blood flowers.

Hei Jiao looked at Xuan Bi coldly, fell heavily on the ground, and watched him struggle to get up several times, but failed again and again, with a playful smile on his face.

The attack of contemplation, straight to the heart, how can the vine armor resist, that seemingly tough guy, can't even give people any comfort.

Xuanbi was seriously injured and lost his combat effectiveness!

But his efforts were not in vain, Hei Jiao was still keeping blood, blood was dripping out of the deep blood hole, if Hei Jiao was a human, he was dead at this moment, but unfortunately he was not.

The body of the demon beast is far from being comparable to that of humans.

Hei Jiao looked at the sky above his head, deep in a dark cloud, purple light flickered, it was the light of thunder and lightning, it was the power of heavenly fire, it was a force that made him crazy and unable to control himself.

Now he wanted to regain this power, and he walked towards the dark clouds, and walked in the air, step by step, slowly, staggeringly, but not stagnant, his spine still straight, like a straight javelin, and tiredness, pain, exertion, and even physical pain could not bring him to his knees.

Nothing can bring him to his knees!

At this moment, a purple light flashed in the clouds, and a figure gathered.

What kind of figure is this?

His eyebrows are like thick like splashed ink landscape paintings, his thin lips are tightly pursed into a narrow slit, and the high bridge of his nose sets off the angular face like marble.

Although his eyes were slightly closed, Hei Jiao could see stubbornness and firmness on this face.

This is the most perfect face that Heijiao has seen in the past twenty years, if it is not too young and lacks precipitation, it can even be compared with the face twenty years ago.

Hei Jiao subconsciously touched the conjured face.

"Who are you. He asked, his tone indifferent, but his serious expression showed the importance he attached to the person who came.

"Han Chuang. ”

Han Chuang opened his eyes, two purple rays of light shot out from his eyes, and he took a deep breath to expel the waste gas that had accumulated for a long time from his body.

Hei Jiao used the power of thunder and lightning to refine the beast soul, while he used the power of thunder and lightning to refine the body, both of which were equally difficult and required great perseverance to complete.

Han Chuang didn't know how long he had been in Stratus clouds, he only knew that he was constantly devouring thunder and lightning, assimilating into true qi, and nourishing his body, and that process, like thousands of ants gnawing on bone marrow at the same time, was more than just a word of pain could be described.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Chuang looked at Hei Jiao's gaze with a hint of admiration.

Exercising one's body is still like this, but what about tempering the beast soul? Exposing one's soul to the thunder and lightning, and letting the perfect arc hammer the most fragile thing -- Han Chuang couldn't imagine it.

Of course, the effect of thunder and lightning quenching is excellent, at this moment, not only has his cultivation been improved to the late stage of Huayuan, but even his relatively fragile body has become like gold and iron, comparable to a demon beast.

"You're a good opponent," Han Chuang said faintly, "It's a pity that you're too ambitious, whether it's a human or a demon beast, it's not good to be too ambitious." ”

Hei Jiao laughed and said, "If you have experienced the same thing as me, you will have the same ambitions. ”

"Oh, what have you been through?" Han Chuang raised an eyebrow.

Hei Jiao shook his head and didn't speak, and after a long time, he said: "If you want to kill me, then do it, humans always like nonsense, that's a meaningless thing." ”

Han Chuang laughed playfully and said, "Aren't you also talking nonsense?"

Hei Jiao said solemnly: "I hate this feeling. ”

Han Chuang smiled: "But I like it, I want to persuade you again, it's too late to stop looking back." He glanced at the clouds around him.

Hei Jiao's eyes lit up, and he sneered: "The dream of the Jiaolong clan is to become a real dragon, and now hope is in front of me, I won't let it go, if you want to stop me, you can only kill me!"

With a bang, Hei Jiao held the spear in one hand, and the tip of the spear kept trembling at high speed, pointing at Han Chuang.

Demon beasts are born with contempt for human beings, but at this moment, facing Han Chuang, Hei Jiao can't give birth to the slightest contempt, just because he feels that the human being on the other side is very strong, so strong that he can almost stand on the same level as him.

He is only in the late stage of the Yuan Dynasty, and when he is at the peak of the Yuan Dynasty, or even the contemplation period, how terrifying it should be, Hei Jiao thought to himself.

The bloody sunset, through the gap of the dark clouds, casts a ray of light and shadow, reflecting the entire Jilei Pool, like a huge piece of amber, quietly spreading to the sky.

Hei Jiao and Han Chuang, one black and one white, stood in the center of the amber, far away, and the two amazing momentum climbed at the same time, and then climbed, stirring the air of the entire Jilei Pool, dyed with a solemn smell.

Xuan Bi looked at the two of them in shock, and his mood was like the surface of the lake under their feet: the surface was calm, but the dark tide was turbulent.

"Ahem!" coughed heavily, spit out a mouthful of Yin Hong's blood, and Xuan Bi secretly said in his heart: "Brother Han, it's up to you." ”

At the top of the Yin Mountain, the snow is white, and the sunset reflects the snow color, as if it is a faint veil for this continuous mountain scenery.

There was a man standing on the top of the top, the cold wind was howling, and the snow was all over the sky, but around him, the wind was calm, and the snowflakes seemed to touch an invisible wall and were blocked out of the wall.

He stared at the distant sky, sighed, and muttered, "Here we go!"

Yun Mengze, Ji Lei Tan, Hei Jiao's eyes flashed, and he waved his spear.