The rain that had been stagnant the night before began to fall again, covering the bright moon, and there was a tendency to increase.

The thunder roared like the low roar of the dark clouds in the shadowy mountains.

Zhang Qinghe confronted the monster, trying to suppress the fear in his heart, and held the iron sword horizontally in front of his chest.

The student's Tsing Yi was already soaked.

Ignoring the raindrops that had fallen on his forehead, he had to stare straight ahead.

Although Zhang Qinghe already had the ability to drive away the sword, the fear from instinct still made him firmly grasp the hilt of the sword, and the palm of his hand was pinched white by his fingernails.

If Li Shaobai, who uses a sword, is on the spot, he will definitely correct it - what is needed to hold a sword is casual and natural, and he can lift weights lightly. Hold it steady, not important.

But of course Zhang Qinghe couldn't do it.

Maybe no one knows the concept of Zhang Xu, so by analogy with Zhang Qinghe's figure, the "Li Qingluo" in front of him is about the same length as the last two of him.

What a delicate girl.

Although he had experienced several deaths and deaths in just a few days, it still made him feel terrified if he faced such a murderous thing.

Not to mention that the evil thing in front of him is still faintly distorted on the spiritual level.

Although relying on the utility of "Getaway", he only has some headaches, but he has no experience in fighting, so he has a lot of trouble.

The evil creature writhed its massive tentacles behind it and pounced on it, its figure unbelievably fast.

Zhang Qinghe didn't care about anything else, and the sword fell to the ground in response.

This thing has the characteristics of the only realm, and does not have the supernatural powers of the only realm, in the final analysis, it is still a beast that only craves blood food, has a simple mind, and has an extremely powerful physique.

You must know that before the only realm, the monk's supernatural powers are mostly in the spirit element and the divine soul.

It's a blessing.

His figure retreated quickly, like a flowing cloud, unpredictable, but after all, he showed a lot of flaws, and was beaten several times by the tentacles behind Li Qingluo.

Fortunately, he withdrew in time, and his flesh was turned out, and no bones were seen.

Blood trickled down his arm, mixed with rain and fell into the immortal soil in front of him.

The Immortal Land Vision has the power to weaken it!

Otherwise, this evil body exudes a fierce and chaotic body of blood, even if it does not cause him to fall into madness because of Daozang, it will corrode his physical body.

Zhang Qinghe was a little surprised.

Seeing that the evil creature was still running forward, he did not fight with it anymore, intent on wrestling with it.

He hooked his fingers on his sleeves, and the long sword that had been left in place when he had withdrawn from the previous retreat slashed out in place, straight at the waist of the evil thing.

Lacking experience, it would have been nice for him to think of this one.

He wasn't sure if this thing was a vertebrate creature and whether it could lose its ability to move under this sword, but it was certain that Xu Jianshan had said it when he spoke of the only realm

- "You can't die if you lose your five organs, you can't do anything if you cut off your limbs, although you don't have the miracle of blood rebirth, your body is still like a dragon." ”

It is indeed biased to compare the body of the only realm with the dragon, but the only realm is an outlier in the main spiritual soul of the middle three realms, and the spirit and the flesh are each other's inside and outside, growing each other, as if the physical body is gradually polished.

Therefore, the vital points such as the five internal organs are completely useless to the only realm, not to mention such an evil thing that has long ceased to be a human structure.

The pouring rain was actually cut out of less than half a breath by the arc-shaped silver light turned into an iron sword, and the Daoji monk's eyesight was excellent, and the space seemed to freeze for a moment in his eyes.

The blade of the sword slashed into the demon's torso.

Zhang Qinghe's complexion changed greatly, and he rose backwards again and again, flashing a series of confused ghosts in the rain.

It was indeed chopped up, and it was not the touch of gold and iron, but like a tofu block, the texture of the meat was neatly cut and fell to the ground with a bang.

However, it is not the waist that is chopped.

A tentacle behind him seemed to have its own consciousness, blocking the streamer that the long sword had turned into.

The original intention was to fly with contempt and randomness, but it was easily cut to the ground.

The dark brown tentacles the thickness of the thighs were dripping with foul-smelling pus and blood, and they fell heavily in the rain.

Then it turned into ashes, and dissipated with this fine spring rain, no different from the muddy water stirred up on the ground.

It let out an angry and manic howl.

Zhang Qinghe had some bottom in his heart, and the strange treasure he refined as a natal object could indeed effectively harm the body of the evil thing.

This has nothing to do with the strength of the demonic body, it comes from the suppression of the person.

It's like a fierce beast that has to lower its head when it sees Shi Li, even if it is not on the spot, it only leaves a little aftermath.

Class is a natural existence, both in the unspeakable and in mortals.

Of course, their class is more explicit.

Since this sword is useful, it's fine.

Zhang Qinghe lightly pinched the method of imperial objects left in the cultivation method, the sword light flew, and the clear spirit yuan was woven into a vertical and horizontal barrier in front of him, exuding the unique sharpness of the sword blade.

In the "Small Method of Cultivating Weapons in the Stars", there are no more than three fighting methods that can be used in the lower three realms.

A method called "Bu Xingluo" is the method of Zhang Qinghe in front of him as the ability to defend the palace, but in fact, it is an excellent method of attacking when he cultivates to Dacheng.

One is called "Sky Slip", Sky Slip is another name for a meteor, as the name suggests, it has the ability to increase the speed of natal objects to the extreme.

The last door made Zhang Qinghe suspicious.

- "Sacrificial Instrument Law"

With the god to send the vessel, the instrument to complete the god's feet, with the body sacrifice vessel, the whole body of the vessel.

It is the same as Xiao Wu's performance in holding the broken knife.

He had already had doubts about it in the middle of the night.

"The Small Law of Constellation Cultivators" may be far more than just a deviant feat.

It is very likely that this Dao Protector came out of the Heavenly Palace and was brought to the pavilion by a certain master without knowing it.

Zhang Qinghe was a little nervous.

This is called, no guns, no cannons, the enemy made us.

He did have room for suffocation - although he was still the porcelain doll that would shatter into scum as soon as the demon got close, Li Qingluo was afraid to approach because of the sharpness of the iron sword.

Just because it has no brains doesn't mean it doesn't know how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages.

However, the crazy desire for Zhang Qinghe's flesh and blood drove her to be reluctant to leave.

For a while, the two were at a stalemate.

"Talking for a while?"

Zhang Qinghe endured fear and forced jokes, and kept pinching the trick in his hand, and the sword light was mixed with the pure spirit qi in the immortal soil.

Naturally, there was an incomprehensible howl and a tentacle that was so angry that it couldn't help but reach into the sword net.

There was a crackling and stirring, and the minced meat splashed on Zhang Qinghe's face.

Pus and blood slid down his face and dripped down his chin before slowly turning into ashes.

Zhang Qinghe's expression stiffened.

Fortunately, the misty immortal soil isolated the indescribable characteristics given by the flesh and blood of evil creatures, otherwise Zhang Qinghe would have lost half of his face.

He didn't reach out to wipe it, and the seal must not stop, otherwise the next moment the evil thing would suddenly pounce and open its mouthparts that were enough to engulf half of his body in one gulp.

But this is not necessarily the way to go.

As if he was finally impatient to wait, and as if his desire for Zhang Qinghe had surpassed his fear of injury, the length of the six remaining tentacles behind Li Qingluo swelled, twisting and squirming towards Zhang Qinghe......