At this time, his attention was almost all drawn by the elusive square-faced monk, although cautious, but Wan Qingping was very different from the square-faced monk after all, this strange secret technique was simply beyond his imagination, after a moment of effort, he was hit again, a stream of Yin Hong's blood flowed down from his arm, but he was approached by the square-faced monk, three times in a row, the magic weapon and the willow leaf light point were not completely prevented, and a wound of more than four inches was grabbed on the spot by the sharp nails, fortunately, the wound was not deep, and it was not a big problem for the time being.

However, at this time, Wan Qingping also secretly regretted in his heart, he shouldn't have used this thing to kill this difficult square-faced monk in one fell swoop in order to retain the power of that talisman in the first place. It's too late to say anything now, this person is constantly wandering on the hill, changing his position, moving with great agility, like a ghost, one moment here, another place again, unable to catch his figure at all, even if he provokes the Great Seal, it is like a giant crossbow shooting mosquitoes and cannot do anything.

Although Wan Qingping doesn't know what kind of secret art this is, he has not practiced practical secret art for many years, and under the itching of his heart, Wan Qingping has also studied the secret art a lot, and even the more sharp the secret technique, the higher the requirements for the caster, and it can't last at all.

Wan Qingping was injured again and again, and he couldn't help but arouse the long-hidden ruthlessness in his heart: Damn, as long as the secret time passes later, Lao Tzu will smash you into a meatloaf in the next moment!

Just when Wan Qingping's eyes widened, he was careful to take precautions, and at the same time secretly made up his mind, he heard a scream of "Ah-" coming, and then he heard the annoyed scolding voice of the square-faced monk: "Pretending, not going all out!"

Wan Qingping followed the source of the sound and looked at it, but the eye-catching scene made his pupils shrink!

I saw a faint white shadow appear next to Liu Wenlin, who was not working, and Liu Wenlin's talisman had broken into several pieces and fell to the ground. His body was still in a half-kneeling position, but a fist-sized hole had opened in his abdomen, piercing through his body, and blood was gushing out of it.

Liu Wenlin had not completely lost his breath at this time, with the increase of bleeding, his face was pale and terrifying, his lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the bleeding drained the strength of his body, and finally he didn't say anything, with the brilliance of incomparable nostalgia for the world in his eyes, he fell to the ground.

And the white shadow was holding a hand, and the blood was constantly dripping down, and it was steaming hot, and a stream of blood suddenly spread.

This square-faced monk is really cunning, seeing that Wan Qingping seems to be very easy to clean up, but after a fight, this person is now slippery, and he is very skilled in life-saving kung fu, and he can't kill it for a while, so he immediately shifted the target, and came to a trick to "steal the beam and change the pillar", killing the defenseless Liu Wenlin in one fell swoop, the purpose is just to cut out Wan Qingping's wings first, and then clean up Wan Qingping.

"Senior Brother Liu-" When Xu Haojia saw this scene, he immediately screamed in anger, his apricot eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that Liu Wenlin, who was still alive and kicking just now, died so quickly and so miserably. Her bulging chest rose and fell with the impact of anger, and sadness reflected her pretty face.

Then I saw Xu Haojia bite her jade teeth and look away from Liu Wenlin's corpse, and at the same time the sadness on her face converged, but it didn't disappear, but it was like an exploding volcano accumulating strength, and the next moment it would be shocking.

Wan Qingping guessed correctly, only to hear a sad and indignant voice, "It's really too deceitful!", Xu Haojia seemed to have made some serious decision, and immediately opened his mouth, and a touch of blood suddenly flashed, but it was the essence blood that was sprayed on the small fiery red mirror suspended in the air.

I saw that after the small mirror that was already fiery red in the whole body received the essence blood, it shone brightly, and it became more red and gorgeous in the blink of an eye, and at this time, there was a little more weird charm on this magic weapon.

With the spell in Xu Haojiayu's hand, the small mirror made a dull "buzzing" sound, and the round body gradually surrounded by flames, the flames continued to **** the surrounding space like a tongue, and Wan Qingping could feel the increasingly hot breath above from a distance of seven or eight zhang.

Wonderful, it seems that the square-faced monk killed Liu Wenlin, he really did something stupid, Xu Haojia, the descendant of the red-haired ancestor, was angry and finally wanted to fight desperately regardless of it, Wan Qingping's eyes couldn't help flashing an excitement, he couldn't wait to dance with his hands, and the shallow pits on his cheeks also turned red because of congestion.

However, Qiu Zhaoxu on the side saw that Liu Wenlin was killed, and his face couldn't help but look difficult, and a touch of anxiety could even be felt by Wan Qingping from a few feet away.

He was now suspended in the air, the talisman floating in front of him, and although the momentum condensed on it became more and more powerful, the mace could not be formed.

It seemed to be agitated but very unsmooth, because at this moment, a white blurred shadow was constantly rotating rapidly around him, like a ghost, and at the same time, sharp nails kept inserting into his talisman at a frequency unimaginable to ordinary people, and only a sound of "ding, ding, ding......" was heard, and the attack was extremely violent.

After killing Liu Wenlin, the square-faced monk became invisible again at some point, and then chose Qiu Zhaoxu to make a move, casting a storm-like attack, with the obvious intention, that is, to interrupt the process of Qiu Zhaoxu's talisman.

Although the talisman weapon blocked the dense attack, it looked crumbling, it was really frightening, and the worry was tight, Qiu Zhaoxu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but in the face of such a situation, he had to stop the talisman.

Losing the injection of mana, the phantom of the mace that was about to take shape unwillingly let out a muffled sound of "poof-" like sourceless water, and the aura flashed a few times, and finally collapsed, and the compelling momentum also came to an abrupt end.

Put away the talisman, Qiu Zhaoxu's body glowed again, but a wine gourd-shaped magic weapon flew out of the storage bag, this magic weapon was just like the utensils used by ordinary mortals, and the ashes were very inconspicuous.

But as Qiu Zhaoxu opened the mouth of the gourd, he saw two "pooh!po!", and after the white smoke rose, runes continued to float out from the gourd, and these runes with dazzling purple light turned into beads the size of pills in mid-air, and then a loud "boom" sound was heard, and they exploded like flowers everywhere.

At the place where the thunder was rising, a white shadow seemed to have been blown up by a ball, snorted, and then showed its figure, and then without looking at the injuries on its body, it turned around and shot towards the periphery.

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