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Zuo Mingqiu raised the Dao sword in his right hand, the rune paper was attached to the blade of the sword, igniting the fire of exorcism, and under reciting the proverbs, a sword slashed towards the humanoid blood cocoon.

"It's not good, be merciful!"

Offstage, the Heavenly Master Mountain Elders who supported Zhao Qingdong exclaimed at the same time, and some people even made direct moves, wanting to rush to the battle platform to save Zhao Qingdong.

Zuo Mingqiu, as a Heavenly Master Mountain Daozi, has three thousand fine channel methods, and is the best at slaying demons and eliminating demons, and Zhao Qingdong is incarnated as a demon path blood cocoon, it is impossible to resist this sword.

And even if Zhao Qingdong fell into the Demon Dao, these elders didn't want her to die, and they didn't want her to lose.

But if you don't want to, it's useless, those elders who rose from the ground and rushed out of the ground to rescue were all automatically bound by the rules of the avenue in the space, and then smashed on the ground, causing a tremor.

"Presumptuous, who dares to interfere with the progress of the game indiscriminately, the mountain rules will deal with it!"

Bixu Zhenren roared angrily.

Everyone else is silent.

It can't be saved.

"Wow!"

Zuo Mingqiu's sword slashed on the thin skin of the blood cocoon, and with a loud sound, several green smoke suddenly rose in the space, as if there was a terrible ghost wailing.

Then, he continued downward, wanting to split the blood cocoon and Zhao Qingdong who was wrapped in it into two.

But in the next second, an even more terrifying voice appeared.

"Die!!"

Without waiting for Zuo Mingqiu to drop the sword, the blood cocoon suddenly burst open by itself, and the sharp and terrifying female voice seemed to come from hell, Zhao Qingdong stepped out in blood, and the red sword he waved turned into hundreds of afterimages in the space.

"Bell !!!"

Zuo Mingqiu's face was shocked, but he immediately reflected it, he stepped on the gossip under his feet, and swung his sword with great difficulty to resist Zhao Qingdong's faster and faster sword.

Zhao Qingdong's speed was even faster, so fast that Zuo Mingqiu couldn't see the posture and angle of her swords, let alone where those swords fell, he could only rely on instinct to resist.

But Zhao Qingdong's sword could not be blocked like this, as she approached step by step, the blood-colored sword qi spread wildly, and the opening on the Dao robe on Zuo Mingqiu's body also appeared like broken glass, and blood seeped out like water deep in the roots of a tree.

Zuo Mingqiu felt the pain and frowned.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!!!"

The momentum on Zhao Qingdong's body climbed to the peak, his long hair fluttered, and he attacked Zuo Mingqiu almost like a madman, and it seemed that he had really lost his senses, but in fact, he didn't.

This is the time when Zhao Qingdong is the most sober.

"If she forcibly breaks through the blood cocoon, she will be greatly counterattacked, but in a short period of time, the energy of the counterattack will be used by her and become violent."

"During this period of rage, she will gain the same powerful energy as after absorbing the blood cocoon energy demonization normally, but this energy will be extremely depleted, and it will also have great side effects, ranging from serious injuries to direct death!"

In the direction of the Quanzhen Sect, there was a real person dressed in a yellow-purple robe and horse coat, and he said with a solemn face, he knew the blood cocoon technique very well, because the Taoist who fell into the demon path and created this exercise was one of the founding patriarchs of their Quanzhen Sect!

Beside the elders of the Quanzhen Sect, there were other disciples of the Daoist Temple who heard this explanation, and they said in surprise: "In other words, if Zhao Qingdong can't win Zuo Mingqiu in this violent time, she will definitely lose?" ”

The elder nodded, and said with a solemn expression:

"Yes."

"It's just that the probability is too small, and the improvement brought by the rage is far beyond any kind of Dao Sect's gain Dao method, and it will directly put Zhao Qingdong above the third stage." "Even the Lord of the Fourth Stage is here, and it is difficult to parry her sword so fast and heavy."

Yes, it is the lord of the fourth stage, if Zhao Qingdong is close to Zhao Qingdong in this state, it will be very difficult to defeat, because the latter's sword is too fast now, so fast that before she can reach a thousandth of a breath, she has already swung out hundreds of swords, and those hundred swords don't even have an afterimage, you can only see the thick red evil qi gushing in the sky, round after round.

Zuo Mingqiu retreated frantically, relying on his instinct to block the sword, and there were more dark black cuts on his body, and the blood flowing out of them turned into sticky jet black, as if he had been poisoned.

"His Royal Highness Daozi, you must hold on!"

Outside the court, countless elders clenched their fists, and the Heavenly Master and Bixu Zhenren also sweated for Zuo Mingqiu.

In the blink of an eye, Zuo Mingqiu had already added more than forty sword wounds with deep bones, and even the bones were chopped into several pieces, according to this posture, Zhao Qingdong's violent state was not over, Zuo Mingqiu would definitely lose, or even die.

But will Zuo Mingqiu die?

He looked at the illusory sword shadow in front of him, and Zhao Qingdong, who was shooting his sword at him like a madman, had a trace of abnormal ruddy on his miserable white face.

Then, he stepped on the Xun position, and a huge fire dragon erupted from his mouth, which roared with the wind and blocked the hundreds of heavy swords that Zhao Qingdong slashed and slashed.

Zhao Qingdong's body shook, his speed was a step slower, but it was still as fast as lightning, and he directly smashed the fire dragon with force, and attacked Zuo Mingqiu's face door again.

This time, she was faced with Zuo Mingqiu's stepping on the hurdle position, and the Genzi Dao method evoked, a hill composed of mire, placer gold and granite rose from the ground in advance, strong and soft, and could not be broken by brute force, because it would fall into the quagmire.

But Zhao Qingdong's sword can be broken.

The mountain only survived for three seconds.

Three seconds later, it shattered into countless small stones, fell to the ground, and became waste, but this still provided Zuo Mingqiu with precious time for him to pull away ten meters of his body.

Ten meters is just the time for Zhao Qingdong to swing his sword twice.

The terrifying demon flame on Zhao Qingdong's body slowly weakened, and her power was no longer so terrifying, her figure disappeared again, and then appeared in Zuo Mingqiu's left rear, stabbing a sword at his lower back.

Zuo Mingqiu had already taken out his sword in advance, so Zhao Qingdong's sword only fell on his Dao sword covered with thunder law.

"Boom!"

The two collided, Zuo Mingqiu couldn't bear the pressure, and was shocked dozens of meters away again, while Zhao Qingdong just shook.

"Punish the Golden Seal!"

The moment Zuo Mingqiu flew out upside down, he pinched a magic decision, and from the palm of his right hand, a flickering golden light of the Great Dao Sigil flew out, with a fierce suppressive intent, and landed three meters above his head.

And in the next moment, Zhao Qingdong appeared in that position, she slashed down with a sword, and was intercepted by the earth-turning golden seal again, and her body shook.

"Bound!"

Zuo Mingqiu used the Dao method again, stepped on the Gen position and used the Dao method of the dry position, and the two illusory Dao hands that were infused with earth element energy suddenly joined in front of him.

"Boom!"

Zhao Qingdong's figure appeared in the center of the two big hands, but this time she reflected, and at the same time as she took out the sword, her legs were stretched out, and the thin trouser shaft was shocked by the huge force, and she actually resisted the palm holding technique that the two avenues had transformed!

"Bell!"

Zuo Mingqiu didn't expect that Zhao Qingdong would be able to react when he was attacked in advance, so in the face of this sword, he could just hurriedly raise the Dao sword to resist, but the result was naturally blasted away again, vomiting blood and falling hundreds of meters away.

At this time, he was less than twenty meters away from the battle platform. "Nothing can go wrong!"

"Five thunder rectification, fall!"

Zuo Mingqiu's eyes were covered with red bloodshots, he had taken his perception ability to the extreme, and the illusory gossip array under his feet kept rotating, calculating Zhao Qingdong's next move, or even the next ten moves.

When Xu Mu saw this scene, his pupils shrank extremely.

"Sure enough, it's innate gossip."

He looked at Zuo Mingqiu, his heart trembling.

I was on the wind and thunder platform back then, and I studied for a whole ten years before I introduced the innate gossip, and after countless life and death tempering, I got to today's Xiaocheng, how difficult it is, Zuo Mingqiu has only been practicing for a few days, and he has already been able to change the direction of the gossip and observe the avenue to predict the enemy's movements?

Xu Mu stared at Zuo Mingqiu with a pair of eyes, only to see that the latter still accurately predicted the location of Zhao Qingdong's appearance, the number and direction of the sword, but he just couldn't resist it, and he would suffer some injuries every time, but it always dragged on time.

And Zhao Qingdong's state was declining sharply, the effect of the rage was gradually disappearing, her speed and strength fell sharply, but she still brazenly shot at Zuo Mingqiu.

The sword rose and fell, Zhao Qingdong moved forward, and Zuo Mingqiu's flesh was cut.

One more, one more...... Zuo Mingqiu kept retreating, and the sword wounds on his body became more and more, but they were not so deep, and the pressure became less.

"Only one step away, the last step, Miss Qingdong is going to win!"

Lan Qi Zhenren clenched his fists and shouted loudly with excitement on his face, Zuo Mingqiu had no way to retreat, although Zhao Qingdong's state had declined sharply, he still swung the last sword at the critical point of weakness, Zuo Mingqiu was seriously injured in a hurry, and it was impossible to take it!

"Click!"

Zuo Mingqiu did not retreat, but advanced, allowing Zhao Qingdong's sword to slash into his shoulder blades, and cut straight to the edge of his heart and lungs before being stuck.

"Didn't fall!"

Everyone was shocked, in order not to fall off the battle platform, Zuo Mingqiu actually risked his life to carry this sword, and was almost pierced through the heart by Zhao Qingdong!

It's just that although this sword resisted, Zhao Qingdong obviously still had some strength left, not to the point where he was too weak to lift the sword, and he had already pulled the sword out of Zuo Mingqiu's body.

Everyone held their breath.

The next sword may not be so fast, and the strength is not so strong, but Zuo Mingqiu, who is in his current state, can he block it?

"It's over."

The moment Zhao Qingdong swung his sword, Xu Mu seemed to sense something, and sighed with emotion.

He still won after all.

On the battle platform, Zuo Mingqiu bent his body, one hand held his heart, and the other hand stretched out three fingers, which flashed with thunder and directly hit Zhao Qingdong's chin.

The white and cold skin was scorched by the thunder, making a scorching sound, as long as Zuo Mingqiu moved a little further, Zhao Qingdong's head would be directly pierced by those three fingers, and the violent thunder would destroy her brain and sea of knowledge, and her soul would be destroyed.

"You've lost."

Zuo Mingqiu stood up straight with his chest, looked at Zhao Qingdong, and said calmly with a tired face.

After a gust of wind, Zhao Qingdong's breath completely fell to the bottom, she moved her eyes with difficulty, looked at the three fingers and thunder against her chin, and then smiled.

"Dangchang!"

The red sword came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

"Yes, I lost."

Zhao Qingdong's voice was hoarse, her eyes were closed, and she fell straight to the battle platform, black blood gushed out from her seven orifices, soaking her long hair and dress, dead and magnificent, like a blooming black blood lotus.

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