The sun was shining unobstructed on a clearing deep in the Thunder Mountains.

Although the sunlight was no longer as hot as usual, and the occasional breeze through the forest was a little cool, the temperature above the clearing had risen a little because of the appearance of a figure.

He Xiang and Liu Cheng stopped together, looking at the obstacles in front of them with puzzled faces.

The black tight-fitting outfit outlined Su Xiaorong more slenderly, as if she couldn't help the willows of the wind, and she would shake with the wind when the wind blew. However, the two long swords held in her low-hanging hands prove to people that weak women also have a fierce side!

On top of the long sword, a little starlight flew in and out, showing its extraordinary, and even the breeze blowing on the surface of the knife would make a tearing whimper, which was particularly loud around this empty place.

The sound of whimpering wind entered his ears, and Hexiang's eyes suddenly froze, and his gaze moved slightly down on the long sword under Su Xiaorong.

And it was this seemingly easy glance, but Hexiang, who was a beast mad powerhouse, suddenly felt a chill!

"Spirit-level blade!" He Xiang's eyes were suddenly shocked, and he shouted loudly, and the moment he spoke, his body instantly twisted into an extremely small arc.

And it was such a small deviation, but it was able to dodge the two sword rays that came first!

When he turned his head again, Crane Xiang's eyes were already crawling with horror and disbelief.

Seeing that there had already been a confrontation between the lightning and flint, Liu Cheng, who was not far from Hexiang, was even more shocked. A trace of panic suddenly flashed in his eyes, and without saying a word, he floated away and left Hexiang's side.

At this moment, no matter how much Liu Cheng looks at no one, he can only admit it willingly.

Even Hexiang almost suffered a big loss just now, how much wind can he expect from a small fusion monk?

Sure enough, Liu Cheng's retreat did not attract the attention of Hexiang and Su Xiaorong.

The former is because even if Liu Cheng is by his side, he will not help much, but will withdraw his hands and feet, while the latter does not pay attention to the process at all.

Seeing that Hexiang had dodged his first attack, a hint of surprise flashed in Su Xiaorong's eyes, but this surprise only existed for a moment before it was replaced by banter.

"The reaction was pretty fast. Su Xiaorong slowly put away the long sword in her hand, and slowly spoke with a smile on her face, her voice crisp.

However, at this moment, Na Hexiang had no time to pay attention to Su Xiaorong's beauty and sweet and soft voice.

His brows furrowed deeply, and Hexiang's heart suddenly gave birth to a long-lost palpitation, you must know that this kind of emotion has never appeared even when he fought with the little green dragon

However, Rao is like this, Hexiang still has no intention of retreating, thinking that when did his little Suzaku, one of the five demons of the Thunder, have been drunk and retreated?

Taking a deep breath, Hexiang pretended to be calm and said, "Why are you here?"

However, what he never expected was that for his question, Su Xiaorong answered a word impatiently.

"Get out. ”

Hexiang's face instantly became even more ugly, and the more ugly was still to come.

After scolding unceremoniously, Su Xiaorong suddenly burst out, her body was lowered, she stepped on her toes, and rushed towards Hexiang like a cheetah.

The two long swords he carried in his hands slashed across the ground, lightning and flint, sharp and piercing.

And seeing that Su Xiaorong was so unsympathetic, and she fought without saying a word, then Hexiang also burned endless anger in his heart.

I don't know what the reason is, Hexiang can't find out Su Xiaorong's true strength, so he can only deal with it with all his might.

The aura on his body suddenly exploded, and a Vermilion Bird Phantom instantly drilled out from behind it, and as soon as it appeared, it swooped towards that Su Xiaorong.

Billowing flames erupted, and the temperature of the surrounding area rose sharply.

At the same time, Hexiang himself did not dare to slack off, a narrow scimitar suddenly appeared in his hand, clenched it hard, and then greeted Su Xiaorong, who was holding a double sword.

Although He Xiang thought that the scimitar in his hand could not compare to the other party's two spirit-level blades, it could be regarded as an eight-grade Xuan-level blade.

However, Hexiang, who attacked together with the soul beasts, has great self-confidence, even if he can't defeat the enemy, at least he can let the other party understand that he is not a weakling!

However, the next scene made Hexiang instantly regret it, and it can even be said to be frightened!

The dignified eighth-grade Xuan-level blade didn't even touch the edge of the opponent's double sword, and it was really shattered by its powerful sword qi.

Not only that, but even the soul beast that he was proud of, even if he was two orders higher than himself, could also inflict heavy damage on the other party, the little Vermilion Bird, was in the sword qi of those two long swords, and his wings turned into one wing.

If it weren't for Hexiang's quick enough reaction and timely stopping, I'm afraid that this soul beast would be strangled and incorporated on the spot

Burst!

With a sweet chest, Hexiang spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of unwillingness.

However, Su Xiaorong, who easily cut off the giant wings of the "Little Vermilion Bird", did not give it the slightest chance to breathe, her figure flashed, and she approached again, her hands were raised high, and her two swords were combined, and she was about to split down.

He Xiang was instantly shocked into a cold sweat, a burst of essence blood spurted out from the tip of his tongue, and his breath rose suddenly!

Suzaku changes!

He Xiang burst into a shout, and his breath suddenly climbed one level, and he was forcibly promoted from the peak cultivation of the second-order beast madness to the third-order beast madness!

With this secret method, Hexiang had defeated Luo Chong of the same rank and pressed on it, but at this moment it was used by him to escape.

After his breath was raised, Hexiang didn't think about it, turned around and ran, and even Su Xiaorong was a little stunned at that speed.

"So fast"

With a slurp, Su Xiaorou's face suddenly returned to calm, and she turned her head to look at Liu Cheng, who was already stunned not far away, and said, "Come by yourself, or?"

"Do it yourself. Liu Cheng smiled wryly and ran for his life.

And at this moment, Su Xiaorong, who had just dispersed the uninvited guests, suddenly heard a muffled sound in her ears.

Bang bang bang, like a bull crashing into a boulder, quite powerful.

With a dazed look, Su Xiaorou turned around and returned to the area where Wuchen and Luo Zhong were fighting, and when she returned here, it happened that the battle between the two had reached a fever pitch.

Bang, another loud bang came out, and Luo's heavy body, which was carrying the phantom of the earthy yellow giant armor, slid backwards for several meters before stopping, and on the opposite side, Wuchen was also retreated a lot by the Futu Pagoda belt that flew upside down.

There was a sharp pain in his palm, and Wuchen couldn't help but sigh that the strength of Luo Chong's Xuanwu Giant Armor was really not boasting.

However, even so, the battle intent in Wuchen's chest has not been reduced in the slightest, but has become stronger and stronger!

"Come again!" Wuchen shouted loudly, and the Floating Slaughter Tower was bullied up again.

And seeing that Wuchen had such a momentum, Na Luo Chong was also angry, and with a wave of his big hand, the giant armor of the Xuan Tortoise on his body suddenly disappeared into his body, and the exposed skin suddenly highlighted the extremely mysterious lines.

"Xuanwu Body!"