Chapter 101: Escape

But he didn't have to think about it yet.

Swish!

Mo Qingyang's figure flickered, he strode away, and rushed up again like thunder, his momentum was tyrannical and surging, and the wound on his chest that had been healed was still cracking at this moment, and blood was constantly overflowing.

The white glow in his ink-like pupils grew thicker, as if he didn't want to waste time and wanted to kill Lu Tu immediately.

Seeing this, Lu Tu's complexion changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he quickly dodged and avoided it.

At the moment, he can probably see Mo Qingyang's strength, and the cultivation of the fivefold cultivation is really worthy of his reputation, plus the other party's exercises are weird, he is far from being an opponent.

Thinking of this, Lu Tu was sure in his heart, and immediately stopped fighting him, but turned around and rushed towards the direction of Yan Chuchu on the other side without hesitation.

With the blessing of the spirit magic instant, his speed was much faster than Mo Qingyang's.

And his goal is to take Yan Chuchu away.

After all, after seeing Mo Qingyang's previous weird way of transplanting Dao bones, he knew that Yan Zhichu was extremely important to him.

Especially Mo Qingyang has already taken off his lungs with his own hands and threw them out.

If he can take Yan Chuchu away or beat him to death, Mo Qingyang, who can't get a double lung transplant, may suffer a heavy blow.

Seeing this scene, Mo Qingyang naturally guessed Lu Tu's thoughts, his face changed instantly, and he hurriedly rushed over to try to stop him.

With his current condition, once Yan Chuchu dies and loses his bones, blood and lungs, it is not as simple as his strength being damaged, and his life is even in danger.

Fortunately, the scope of the temple was narrow, and with just a dodge sword, Mo Qingyang easily stopped in front of Yan Chuchu.

Seeing this, Lu Tu tapped his toes and took a few steps back to stand at the door of the temple.

Even if you are invincible in this position, you can escape safely.

"Chop and go." Mo Qingyang's face was cold, and his pupils, which were originally as black as ink, had gradually revealed some whites of his eyes at this moment.

He won't be in this state for much longer.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, his mind moved slightly, and the qi and blood in his body quickly flowed to his hands.

Laugh at!

In an instant, his lowered hands suddenly changed.

The red mangs flickered, and the originally normal nails actually stretched wildly like vines, reaching a length of five feet in just a few breaths.

Ten fingernails condensed in the fingertips like ten blood-colored swords.

"Bloody Finger Sword!" At the gate of the temple, seeing this scene, Lu Tu's pupils shrank, and he immediately guessed what it was.

The acquired Dao bone blood finger sword in Mo Qingyang's body.

"Give me death!"

At the same time, the next moment, Mo Qingyang's body flashed, like a cannonball, spanning five or six meters, and his hands shook violently!

Lu Tu's expression was as usual, the outer body of the imperial body quickly condensed, and the spiritual power surging once again condensed a thick ghostly spike in his hand.

It's a spike, but it's more like a spear.

This is also because after he cultivated to reach the realm of spiritual evil, he had a deeper understanding of his own talent soul thorn.

Condensing the soul thorn is just a realization of spiritual power, if he is willing, he can completely condense various weapons such as knives and guns.

And this condensed weapon is also linked to its own spiritual power.

The stronger the spiritual power, the better the quality of the weapon, and the better the effect.

Oooo

The crisp and piercing sound of metal crashing wildly exploded inside the temple.

Lu Tu parried Mo Qingyang's attack with a gun, and at the same time used the advantage of the spear's attack range to constantly counterattack.

Poop!

Swing the tip of the spear again, stabbing the bloody finger sword that pierced the eyes.

Lu Tu's feet moved, and he was about to bully him.

But suddenly, his complexion changed, as if he sensed something, and the whole person leaned back without hesitation.

Sou!

Just as he dodged away.

A sharp sound of breaking the air exploded abruptly.

Ten blood-colored streamers passed before his eyes.

Before he had time to think about it, he slammed the spear in his hand into the ground, and at the same time, with the help of this force, he dodged to the side.

Boom!!

At the same time, the ground exploded instantly, and countless earth and debris shot out.

Outside the door, Lu Tugang stood firmly, looked at it, and saw ten blood-colored long swords penetrate the position where he was standing before.

"Flying Sword?!" His complexion changed slightly, and he felt the burning pain in his back.

At the same time, he looked at the bloody finger sword on the ground that was controlled by the distance and flew up again, and his heart was shocked.

He didn't expect that Mo Qingyang would have this trick to be able to pass the sword in the air.

Immediately, Mo Qingyang in the temple didn't have time to react at all, and he waved his hands violently.

In mid-air, the Blood Finger Swords broke through the air again.

Seeing this, Lu Tu's figure quickly retreated, and at the same time, he threw the spear in his hand straight out and shot it at Mo Qingyang.

At the same time, the spiritual power was running again, and the soul thorns in his hands quickly condensed.

Raise your hand and slam it!

Snort!

Under the tremendous power, one by one the soul thorns seemed to turn into ghostly light arrows, instantly cutting through the air current, and shooting towards Yan Chu behind him with a monstrous momentum.

Tried to kill it.

It is definitely impossible to save the other party at the moment, so he can only kill him ruthlessly, so as to severely damage Mo Qingyang.

And at the moment, the temple entrance.

Mo Qingyang didn't hesitate, his figure flashed, he didn't pay attention to the oncoming spears, but went straight to those soul thorns.

Yan can't die at the beginning, there is no doubt about that.

Poop!

The sound of gold and stone colliding sounded.

Ten Blood Finger Swords automatically protect the body and shatter the ghostly spear into the air.

At the same time, Mo Qingyang also casually stopped all the soul thorns, and then he suddenly looked back, and his hands were suddenly folded.

"Hey!"

As soon as the words fell.

All the Blood Finger Swords quickly converged in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a giant blood sword three meters long, and slashed head-on towards Lu Tu.

The strong wind was howling, and the red light on the blood sword was thick, spreading around and spreading in all directions.

Lu Tu looked at the soul thorn that was stopped, and couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart.

It's a pity that the strength is not enough, and he can't kill Yan Zhichu in front of Mo Qingyang.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had the idea of retreating.

But just as the thought arose.

A huge blood sword in mid-air shot towards him with monstrous blood.

Lu Tu's pupils shrank suddenly.

The hairs on his whole body suddenly exploded, and a chill behind him instantly sparked the Heavenly Spirit Gai, and an indescribable sense of life and death crisis surged wildly in his heart.

Escape!!

Escape or die!

Without any hesitation, the spiritual power in his body was running wildly, and while he was using all his strength, one after another soul thorns shot out from his hands, trying to block the blood-colored giant sword.

At the same time, the instantaneous spirit technique was used to the extreme, rushing towards the mountains and forests.

Rumble!!!

Mountains are green mountains.

An endless mountain range, seemingly endless, permeates the earth, with towering giant trees standing inside, and from time to time the sound of strange beasts chirping can be heard from afar.

Thundered!

Suddenly, a loud sound resounded in the sky, like thunder on the ground, and in an instant, the sound of magpies rang out, startling countless birds and flapping their wings.

Outside a temple in the mountains, there was a roar, and countless trees were broken at the waist, and it was a mess.

With a muffled snort falling, Lu Tu's figure had disappeared into the forest sea.