Again, fighting hard with the two, Luo Xuan took a few steps back, and when he was about to step forward to entangle the other party, a voice was wrapped in spiritual sense and sent into his ears:

"I found it, there is a problem, there is a low-level teleportation array here, it can be determined that the teleportation distance is no more than five hundred miles, and it seems that the time to arrange it should not exceed two months."

This is exactly Wen Xilu, who has been responsible for interfering with and suppressing the formation patterns in the underground palace, although she can't arrange the teleportation array with her formation skills, but she can still understand it, besides, this teleportation array is quite simple, I'm afraid it can only be used once or twice.

At the same time, Xiang Yan, Song Qiutong and others also received a hint from Wen Xilu, and everyone did not have any obvious moves, but the battle situation slowly changed.

Song Qiutong is a thin single knife with a narrow and sharp blade.

Her knife skills are very beautiful, like a dance, light and tactful, but now she is not in good shape, and even a little embarrassed.

Her opponent is the priest of the Mizusawa Division, the ghost hand Wei Qing, the cultivation in the early stage of the Ming Realm.

Wei Qing's hands were thin, cold, and blood-blue, like the hands of a dead man, the blood clots were silent, the only difference was that there were some corpse spots, and all his abilities were on these hands.

"Hey, little girl, let's not fight, okay? If I catch you, I'm going to die. ”

Wei Qing smiled upward, but there was no delay in the movements of his hands.

A pair of ghost hands became claws, and the inch-long iron cyan nails were like spiritual iron, which could be as tough as Song Qiutong's long knife, and the True Yuan Qi blade extending from the fingertips was even sharper, and no one wanted to be clawed.

Song Qiutong's knife technique is mainly in a fast word, but Wei Qing's claw technique is faster.

Playing fast and fast, as long as one side is a little slower and half a beat, it will break the balance and gradually form a one-sided situation, which is difficult to turn around.

Wei Qing's attack was as fast as the wind, and it was elusive, forcing Song Qiutong to be full of phenomena, and a little bead of sweat oozed from his smooth jade forehead, which made Wei Qing even more excited.

Seeing that it was only a matter of time before she was defeated, Song Qiutong's eyes suddenly turned cold, and her teeth bit down hard, and suddenly, the aura on her body was a little stronger, but it felt a little violent and unstable.

In an instant, her knife suddenly became faster and more powerful.

"Poof!"

The change at this moment was extremely fast, Wei Qing didn't have time to react, and was slashed in the chest by Song Qiulan, and a stream of blood shot out.

"Mystic? , stinky, I want to die, Lao Tzu will fulfill you. ”

This knife was not fatal, not even a serious injury, but it made Wei Qing break out in a cold sweat, and he was terrified.

"Damn, the power of this ghost hand is good, it's just that this affects the mind, and the side effects of making people 'lustful like ghosts' are too fucked up, Lao Tzu didn't sit still back then, otherwise it is estimated that the gun will not be able to suppress it now."

With a secret curse, Wei Qing attacked again, and Song Qiulan's knife failed to kill him, but it made his brain clearer.

It's just that, soon, Wei Qing sensed that something was wrong, Song Qiulan's Explosive Secret Technique lasted too long, and he had already been pressed for dozens of breaths.

Song Qiulan's face was pale at this time, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but the knife in her hand was as fast as a knife, completely crushing Wei Qing.

The form of the battle was reversed, and the side in danger became Wei Qing, and it seemed that it would not last long.

"Damn shit."

Yang Yi, the sect leader of the Mizusawa Branch, pushed Xiang Yan Bang a few steps with a punch, glanced at the battle situation on Wei Qing's side, and with a move in his spiritual sense, a message was sent out through the transmission jade talisman, with only two words: "Hurry up, otherwise you will bear the consequences." ”

Then, Yang Yi no longer paid attention to the others, a pair of iron fists destroyed the mountains and mountains, and chased after Xiang Yan hard, he had to open a gap, otherwise, it was likely that he would collapse first if he couldn't hold the net.

......

Just when Luo Xuan and the others were fighting in the depths of the dungeon, the battle between Lin Chenxing and the others was also at its most intense.

The seven teams, led by the seven deacons of the Shidan Realm of the Hall of Merit, entered from the seven entrances of the underground palace that had been discovered, and went all the way to the depths of the underground palace.

At first, the people of the Blood God Sect were caught off guard and lost a lot of manpower, but soon, they eased up, and then the location was advantageous, and even faintly gained the upper hand.

The number of people in the Blood God Sect far surpassed Lin Chenxing and them, and if the number of the two sides of the Bao Dan Realm was roughly equal, the Food Qi Realm would not be able to compare.

The number of barons in the dungeon realm is no less than three hundred, which is nothing in normal times, but now it is not like that.

The battle between the two sides was in full swing, and there were people next to them who were constantly harassing, although they gave a lot of heads, but it was not without any assistance effect.

Wang Hao is a casual cultivator, he is fifty years old this year, and he has been stuck in the Baodan Realm for eighteen years, and he can't refuse the rich reward of the Hall of Merit this time, so he joined the war.

He must save some coffin boards, since his foundation has been set and there is no hope of breakthrough, then he has to consider his son, and when he first enters the martial arts, the resources must keep up and lay a good foundation!

The two knives cooperate with each other, both offensive and defensive, this is Wang Hao's specialty.

He has already cut off the head of a viscount, and there is a merit order, and his credit will not be buried.

Now, as long as he kills one more opponent, Wang Hao can make up enough merit points in exchange for a martial art, so that the tragedy on his body will not be repeated in his son.

There are expectations, and naturally the fighting spirit is high.

While Wang Hao grabbed the opponent's long sword with one sword, the other knife had already been cut out.

He believes that this knife, the opponent will block it, this is his self-confidence!

Indeed, as Wang Hao expected, the opponent did not block it.

His knife directly slashed into the opponent's waist and abdomen, cut off the spine, and tore most of his body, almost being able to cut the opponent in two.

However, this is no longer important, such injuries are certain to death.

But at this moment, a powerful aura suddenly rushed straight towards Wang Hao, and that majesty shocked him to his hairs, and the crisis of death suddenly enveloped his heart.

"Retreat!"

Without any hesitation, Wang Hao immediately put away the knife, twisted his waist, and flashed to the side, not caring about making up another knife at all, even if it would give others a chance to grab someone's head.

It's a pity that Wang Hao's reaction was half a beat slower after all, and his speed was a little weaker.

Bang~

The head was like a watermelon that had been hammered, red and white splashed open, and several people around did not dodge, and the body was full of soup and water.

Wang Hao lost his head, two, one is the upcoming record, he gave up, and the other is himself, who was beaten up.

smashed Wang Hao's head casually, and without even looking at it, his figure suddenly swept out, like a ghost, and he had only one target, the black-clothed young man who was on a killing spree.

He couldn't tolerate his subordinates being harvested like melons and vegetables by such a freak of the Temperament Realm, which would upset the balance of the battle.

Lin Chenxing was in a good mood because his income was good.

As for the dead? Enemy, damn it! Teammate? When we met for the first time, I didn't know each other, I didn't know each other, they all took over the mission of the Hall of Merit, and they should know the risks involved, and they should be responsible for their choices.

Out of the reincarnation point, during this period of time to let go of his hands to kill, his control of true qi has also improved a lot, although it is still far from the level before the breakthrough, but it is much better than the previous two days.

Qing Yuan swept, and before the two Qi Eating Realm barons who were forced to come up and intent to contain them could make a move, the two heads had already flown up in the air, turned into two reincarnation points, and lay on Lin Chenxing's account.

"Huh?"

Just as he was about to continue fighting, Lin Chenxing suddenly felt a powerful force swaying towards him, and he was rapidly approaching.

"Viscount of the Shidan Realm?"

At the same time as this thought flashed through his mind, Lin Chenxing's body had already reacted.

The Nine Swords of the Storm slashed out reflexively, and the true intent of the Wind and Illness moved at will, and the Qingyang Sword Qi in the body burst out without hesitation.

All this is just to fight against that punch from the side behind.

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