Huang Fu Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked in the direction of Huang Fu Shan, with an evil smile and cruel eyes, the whole person was like an evil god crawling out of purgatory.

An Chun glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, and the three division-level powerhouses were already dead and injured at this time.

Running the aura in his body to the extreme, An Chun held the nine-section whip in both hands, and the purple-black long whip seemed to be alive, twisting and wrapping around An Chun's body, driving the viscous air, and drawing purple-black arcs around An Chun's body.

"What's wrong with that kid?" Dumbfounded as Huang Fu Xuan killed the man in purple without defense, the person who was very optimistic about Huang Fu Xuan before said in surprise.

At this time, where does Huangfu Xuan still have that elegant temperament, full of evil spirits, walking steps as if drunk, chaotic and mysterious, clear eyes also shining with blurry brilliance. People who don't know the way of the devil still think that this thing has fallen into evil magic and a demonic obstacle.

Licking his lips bloodthirsty, Huang Fu Xuan picked up the long sword in his hand again and found the purple-clothed man who had injured Huang Fu Shan before.

"Shanshan, what's wrong with your brother?" Mu Keqing asked in a low voice.

Huang Fushan looked at his brother worriedly, and sighed faintly: "My brother becomes like this every time he gets angry, but there are very few things that can make him angry. ”

Mu Keqing nodded clearly, everyone has his reverse scales, this is not difficult to understand, Huang Fu Xuan's reverse scales should be Huang Fu Shan and Huang Fu Xiong That's right. It's just that every time you get angry, it becomes like this, is it really a legendary dual personality? Being stimulated will release another self hidden in the depths of the soul, and this other self hidden in the depths of the soul is often very extreme. If it is not well controlled, this is a fatal heel.

Gu Qingquan glanced at the Huangfu brothers and sisters with his residual light, and saw that Huangfu Shan didn't have much reaction, and then saw that Huangfu Xuan was not in danger of life, so he sank his whole body, the aura was boiling and the weak water was blessed with a thousand blows, and the stone sword in his right hand pointed obliquely at the sky and stood in front of his chest with his left hand.

An Chun's murderous aura was entangled with Gu Qingquan's arrogance, and the air around him plummeted. An Chun's body was full of purple-black aura, like a small tornado, and the sky was a little darker. The wind of hunting blew, and the corners of Gu Qingquan's clothes were split into one by one in the frenzied aura.

"What if the ants are poisonous, Ben Shao will change your blood today!" An Chun looked at Gu Qingquan with disdain, his facial features were a little distorted under the compression of the air, and he looked extremely hideous.

"A group of snakes are dancing!" Before the words fell, the whole person was already soaring into the air like a cannonball, and the nine-section whip was swaying in the air with a purple-black tail.

Each swing of the whip will create a shadow of the whip, and the pressure will increase by one point. In less than half a minute, An Chun's body was filled with purple-black whip shadows, swaying enchantingly, and hissing, and the air also carried a bloodthirsty smell.

The scattered cultivators who watched around covered their noses in disgust.

An Chun's figure flung the long whip in his hand in mid-air and attacked Gu Qingquan, and the sky was covered with purple-black whip shadows, like a big net full of mouths, wanting to swallow Gu Qingquan in one gulp. In the blink of an eye, it appeared on the top of Gu Qingquan's head and pressed down on Gu Qingquan suddenly.

It all sounds slow to say, but it's actually only a matter of a dozen seconds.

Calmly pinched a familiar mark, and the two water dragons roared out of Gu Qingquan's hands, wrapped around Gu Qingquan's body and protected him in the middle. The Songtao Sword erupted a hazy emerald green with a buzzing sword groan, and stepped into the sky to meet the overwhelming purple-black whip shadow.

As soon as he stepped into the shadow of the whip, Gu Qingquan felt a burst of bloody coldness seeping into his body along the placket of his clothes, and the powerful coercion seemed to want to tear himself apart. The purple-black long whip made a crisp sound, and it hit Gu Qingquan's body directly, and the long whip reached his body, and the hot pain came. The bird's son's long whip was covered with tiny barbs, and the long whip slashed through his body, bringing up strings of blood beads.

The weak water thousand strikes and the water dragon were all ignored! Moreover, these whip shadows looked virtual, but they were real when they hit the body, and I was shocked in my heart. Since it was ineffective, Gu Qingquan immediately removed the water dragon, closed his eyes, and the huge soul power came out of his body, feeling the next drop point of the whip shadow, pinching a familiar mark in his right hand, and the whole person disappeared in place in a blue light that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

After casting the fourth Streamer Glimpse, Gu Qingquan felt a serious lack of mental strength surge, and the Yuan Force in the small whirlpool was completely consumed. In such a dense whip shadow, coupled with Gu Qingquan's physical strength has been consumed for most of it, Tian Jiebu seems to be a little powerless, from time to time there is a long whip on the body, every touch is flesh and blood, as if being bitten by thousands of poisonous tongues at the same time, Sen Ran's aura is stuck on the surface of the body along the long whip, with a corrosive force destroying every cell.

After a while, the white robe on Gu Qingquan's body turned into a bloody beggar's suit, and the aura still rushed to the Songtao Sword.

In the eyes of the scattered cultivators, this scene looked extremely weird. In the heavy purple-black whip shadow, a figure covered in blood kept flashing around.

With a little intoxicating greenery, Songtao Sword let out a sword groan, and in an instant, not a drop of the aura in Gu Qingquan's body was pumped, and the feeling of lack of mental strength almost made Gu Qingquan fall to the ground, and the whip shadows around him seemed to pause for half a second. If Fang Cai's air was like viscous glue, at this time it was like completely solidified ice, frozen with the sound of the Songtao Sword.

The damp coldness suddenly emanated from the purple-black whip shadow, quickly sweeping the space within a radius of five miles, the Huangfu brothers and sisters, Mu Keqing and the people who were watching around all shivered in unison, and then, a hazy emerald green seeped out from the purple-black whip shadow, as if green shoots had grown in the dead silence.

"What the hell is this breath...... "After a long time, a casual cultivator said, the upper and lower teeth were already fighting because of the cold.

With a hard kick under his feet, Gu Qingquan held the Songtao Sword and stabbed straight in the direction of An Chun in his perception, and the whole person was shrouded in the emerald mangs of the Songtao Sword, like a green smoke bomb rushing up like a bamboo. Everywhere he went, the purple-black whip shadow broke inch by inch, shattering into purple-black points of light in the sky.

Feeling the increasingly cold temperature, An Chun unreservedly increased the output of the aura, the speed of his right hand was getting faster and faster, clenching his teeth tightly, the blue meridian on his forehead burst out, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"That's the real fight. Huang Fushan looked at the purple-black and emerald green in front of him in a trance, although he couldn't see what was happening inside. But the terrifying coercion emanated wave by wave, and it must be extremely dangerous inside, remembering that he used to fight with Gu Qingquan every day, it was like playing with a child.

This is the real battle, the battle where life is the stake. But is this really a division-level powerhouse fighting a great samurai? Is this a movement that a division-level powerhouse should create?

Suddenly, a burst of green light flashed into the sky, like a seed that had been brewing for a long time, and finally broke through the thick shackles and broke out of the cocoon with vitality. The power of the king-level divine weapon was fully displayed at this moment.

"Ahh I saw a blood-red figure raising his sword with both hands and slashing at An Chun.

There is not a drop of spiritual energy in Gu Qingquan's body that has been consumed, even if there is a circuit between the small vortex and the spirit core that can convert energy at any time, it will be difficult to fill Gu Qingquan's consumption at this time.

An Chun's pupils shrank and he quickly retreated, and the long whip was thrown out to meet Gu Qingquan's earth-shattering sword that fused weak water with a thousand blows and all his strength.

"Click-"

There was the sound of something breaking in the wind of the hunt. In An Chun's unbelievable eyes, the nine-section whip split into countless knots, but it still couldn't stop the green light that was like a splitting bamboo.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could Ben Shao be defeated in the hands of an ant! If you want to die, you will die first!" Looking at the green mang that was getting closer and closer, An Chun roared wildly, pulled out a silver dagger from his sleeve, and rushed into the green mang.

The Songtao sword was directly inserted into An Chun's lower abdomen, and at the same time, the dagger in An Chun's hand also entered Gu Qingquan's left arm. At this time, both of them had exhausted their aura and had no power to fight back.

Everyone looked at Gu Qingquan dumbfounded, but they didn't expect that the battle between the division-level powerhouse and the great warrior and the great warcist was the result of both defeats, and vaguely, Gu Qingquan still had a little upper hand. If the current result is just incredible, then Gu Qingquan's next action is pure shock.

Gu Qingquan stretched out his left hand to hold Abe's right hand and pulled out the silver dagger raw, and the red blood shot out like a fountain. At the same time, he pulled out the Songtao sword and threw it on the ground, and slapped An Chun out with one palm.

In the next second, a divine white light emanated from An Chun's neck, repairing the fatal injury. Immediately afterwards, Gu Qingquan's figure appeared in front of Abe in a flash, using his hands and feet together, attacking Anchun's throat, heart, crotch, and head. Gu Qingquan attacked in one second, and the white light repaired in the next second, just like that, Gu Qingquan punched and kicked fiercely, bursting out with bursts of blood mist. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

The surrounding cultivators all watched quietly, their mouths open, but they couldn't make a sound. With their eyesight, they could naturally clearly see that none of the blows hit these several fatal ranges, such a dense blow, and still maintain such precision, everyone couldn't help but twitch fiercely in their hearts.

With such a cold-blooded attack, as long as one and a half of those vital places were attacked, it was enough to kill. But An Chun just took such a magical treasure to protect his life. Such a blow not only hurt physically, but also hit An Chun's soul hard, destroying his will with one punch and one kick.

For a while, no one could speak, and even their breath was held. Shocking, unparalleled, naked shock. A division-level powerhouse was beaten like this by a big samurai, so iron-blooded and cruel, but An Chun had no strength to fight back.

The first person next to him, who had been cowering on the ground, saw An Chun being beaten like this, and directly rolled his eyes and fainted, not frightened, but angry. This punch and kick are tantamount to a naked slap in the face of the shrine.

Only Mu Keqing's face did not change at all, which is what the shrine deserves. No, it's not enough, it's not enough to make up for the sins committed by the shrine!

All of this is the thoughts in his heart that support Gu Qingquan, Gu Qingquan's body has long been destroyed by An Chun's group of snakes dancing in a mess, bleeding all over his body, and his eyes are also blackened.

I don't know how long Lu Dao has been fighting, An Chun's head has been beaten into a pig's head, I believe that even the old bird Abe will never recognize it. Gu Qingquan kicked An Chun's crotch hard, An Chun was kicked out of the crotch all of a sudden, and at the moment of flying out, Gu Qingquan easily ripped off the baby hanging on his neck.

With a miserable cry, An Chun shrank on the ground in pain, An Jia, it can be regarded as the end of the day.

Staring at An Chun who had a breath remaining, Gu Qingquan resisted the urge to kill him. It takes seven inches to fight a snake, but when your strength is not enough to kill with one blow, it is best not to easily touch this dangerous place.

Gu Qingquan knew that he couldn't fight against the shrine now, and his father was still in the hands of the shrine, if he killed this bird son, it was very likely that Abe, the old bird, would tear up the ticket on impulse.

Suddenly, Gu Qingquan's eyes lit up, brushed the hair on his forehead, and walked in front of An Chun with vague steps, "How about changing my blood for my master?" Although I am not a big person, I can still find a job for you to serve the emperor in the royal family. ”