"Hey, although the Night Moon Ring is gorgeous, it is still not as good as the long whip, and the spiritual power consumption is too great. ”

After Xiao Luo eliminated a powerful Hundred Veins Realm cultivator for Qingyun, he sighed secretly.

Fortunately, she was very prescient enough to let Yao Mengxun change her appearance in advance, and she was tricked by Fairy Yao to become a sixty-year-old woman, so the three of them were not so conspicuous.

But even so, Xiao Luo was the main attacker, Yao Mengxun was the main defense, and Qingyun was responsible for the flank fight, but with the silent cooperation, he also cleared a big vacuum around him.

It's fine once or twice, but if it goes on like this for a long time, it will eventually attract attention.

No, the three of them were still hesitating whether to rush into the Jingcitian camp first regardless of everything, or when the turtle retracted back to the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice Place, the situation suddenly changed!

"Qian Qimu! dare to come out to fight!"

I saw a one-armed gray-haired monk rushing out of the demon clan like lightning, and with a wild roar, dozens of people were dispersed in an instant, and a naked provocation was issued towards the chaotic battlefield.

Who would it be if it wasn't a flying star?

"Flying Star!"

Xiao Luo stopped Qingyun behind him with an extension of his arm, and a trace of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the young master when he gritted his teeth.

The other party's aura is much thicker than last time, and the phantom behind him is also more condensed, and it seems to have a little more spirituality, which shows that his cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds.

"This son pays attention to the improvement of the bloodline, and borrows less foreign objects, if he does not die, I am afraid that he will be able to regenerate the flame in the future, you must be careful. ”

Xiao Qi's original words still echoed in Qingyun's ears.

The physiognomy of two of the three was transformed through the Void Mirror Nucleus, and no one could see the clues, and Qingyun also deliberately hid to avoid the detection of the flying star, and let his spiritual pressure oscillate and rush towards the monks of the Zhizheng Hall.

"The general of the defeated army is brave enough to speak! Let me meet you, the lost dog!"

At this moment, a disdainful taunt came from among the monks in the main hall, and in an instant, the Flying Star's roar that tried to suppress their morale was crushed.

Immediately afterward, a pale yellow sky-piercing sword qi rose, and then slashed downward, also shaking away more than a dozen monks in front of him, forming a wide avenue, as if clearing the field for the battle between the two.

The anger on Feixing's face flashed away, but he didn't take much advantage of his tongue, his five fingers slashed, and a green wood-colored paw print slashed through the air, and suddenly collided violently with the pale yellow sword qi!

Like the sound of gold and iron cracking people's eardrums, these monks with low cultivation present all covered their ears tightly to prevent their ears from being ruined by the aftermath of the two masters.

"Good time!"

Qian Qimu also roared, and his feet kicked the ground, like an arrow from the string to the galloping flying star.

This money is about forty years old, his facial features are mediocre, his clothes are also very ordinary, and even the sword in his hand is no different from the mortal blade, which belongs to the type of passerby who can't tell who is who in the pile.

"Qian Qimu is an unknown casual cultivator, and we don't have much information on hand, but since he can become Bai Zhizheng's right-hand man today, it is enough to see his superiority, you must be careful. ”

Although Feixing still looked down on humans who were as weak as ants, he also put away his arrogant self-confidence after successive setbacks, and he always remembered the words that Qian Wu took care of before leaving.

"Soul Scattering Claw!"

Just as the two were about to face each other, Feixing let out a low roar and swung his sharp claws that were enough to break gold and gravel again, and grabbed Qian Qimu's chest fiercely.

"Carving insect skills!"

Hooking the corners of his mouth, Qian Qimu didn't seem to care about Feixing's powerful tiger blow at all, turned his backhand, danced the Dao Sword Flower, and wanted to use the sword to cut off Feixing's fingers.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Feixing also showed a touch of disdain.

His palms have been soaked in the secret potion of his own clan, and ordinary magic weapons are simply local chickens and tiles in his eyes, and even some low-grade magic weapons can't block him from hitting a few blows, Qian Qimu still wants to stop him with this broken copper and iron?

Without retreating, Feixing did not hesitate at all, without saying a word and claws into a cone, and went straight to the door of the money and the chest of Mu!

"Reckless!"

Old Qian's face already showed a mocking smile, and then he actually let go of the hand holding the sword, as if he left a manipulating spiritual power on the sword, causing it to rotate on its own.

Suddenly, after passing through the sword net, the Dao Dao sword shadow cut and scraped on Feixing's hand, but it couldn't leave a single scar.

But even so, a strong suction force suddenly formed from the center of the rotating sword, firmly locking Feixing's fingers and claws, no matter how much he pumped or entered, no matter how hard he exerted, he couldn't break through the sword net.

At this moment, Qian Qimu jumped up in the air again without hesitation, and actually came directly to the top of Feixing's head!

At the same time, out of nowhere, he took out a strange-shaped snake blade that was no longer than a small arm.

The blade body seems to be glowing with a faint blue light, and it is extremely poisonous at first glance, and it will be killed instantly!

Seeing that Qian Qimu was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, he fiercely stabbed the short blade at the top of Feixing's head Baihui, and exclaimed:

"Come on!"

Everyone who watched this scene was shocked, and two words came out of their hearts:

"Cunning!"

Compared to the horror of the others, Feixing's gray eyes were extremely calm.

He is not tall as a young man, half-naked and equipped with a decadent temperament, which looks incomparably charming and youthful, but what is hidden under this youth is wild and violent!

Seeing that the flying star did not dodge or dodge, his fingerclaws still wanted to shatter the spinning sword, and the cyan wolf shadow behind him suddenly let out a silent roar.

"Flame Scourge!"

Qingyun was secretly shocked in his heart, it turned out that Feixing had already glimpsed the doorway of the power of the true spirit!

"No, it's not the power of the true spirit, it's the fact that after Feixing gradually thickened his own bloodline, he gave Yan Shen a sign of false awakening, not his own ability!"

But this also gave Qingyun a guess, if his bloodline can get thicker and thicker, will he be able to produce a Qilin phantom similar to the flame disaster in the future?

Although he overturned his own judgment, Rao was like this, Qian Qimu's blow was like a god descending from the earth, but he was really bitten by the phantom of the flame calamity, and he was erected in place like this!

"Break it for me!"

"Break it for me!"

Almost at the same time, Qian Qimu and Feixing said the same three words in their mouths!

It's a pity that the final ending of the two is very different.

Seeing the flame calamity behind Feixing, the blue light was blazing, and then his only remaining right arm suddenly exerted force, and finally saw the right time, grabbed Qian Qimu's sword, and held it in his claws.

The sword was like a fish out of water, and although it struggled on its own, it became weaker and weaker, and finally became the prey of the wolf's mouth, and was locked in the palm of its hand motionlessly.

On the other hand, the poor old Qian has retreated in his heart after he can't break this strange phantom, but the terrible is still to come!

I saw that the blue light emitted by the phantom did not seem to dissipate, and it gradually swept towards his palm like a creeper!

"Not good!"

With a roar, Qian Qimu quickly let go of his precious snake blade and slapped it out with one palm, and flew back sharply with the help of his strength.

As a monk in the late stage of the Yuanhua Realm, he was already able to sense the opportunities between heaven and earth through his immature Yuan Shen.

These opportunities are blessed, created, and dangerous, and from the moment the pale cyan light crawled all over his snake blade, Qian Qimu's heart suddenly gave birth to a strong fear and alarm.

"Danger!"

As soon as the word flashed in his mind, he quickly let go and fled!

Sure enough, as soon as he let go of his hand, he felt that he had lost his sense with the snake blade, and looking at the original light blue snake blade had been dyed cyan, Qian Qimu was shocked and said:

"What a weird blue light this is!"

Shocked in his heart, he didn't say a word, and fled straight towards the monks of Zhizheng Hall, as if seeking support from his side.

This flying star squeezed its claws fiercely, Qian Qimu's sword instantly broke into several knots, and the Flame Calamity Phantom behind him spit out the snake blade that was originally biting, and was caught by the flying star steadily.

"Hmph, sure enough, being in a nest with Bai Zhizheng's snakes and rats will only make some despicable means of poisoning!"

With a cold snort of disdain again, Feixing put away the snake blade, and with a greeting, he led some of the men and horses to kill everyone in Zhizhengtang.

"He's improved again. ”

Seeing Feixing chasing Qian Qimu away, Xiao Luo twisted his willow eyebrows and said softly.

"Sister Qin knows him?"

"Well, I don't know, but I've seen him shoot before. ”

"I see. ”

Although the three of them carefully hid their tracks, one wave was not settled, and one wave would always rise again.

"Yunlang!"

This voice is gentle, sweet and glutinous, as if it has passed through a long time, forgotten in the endless river, full of fanatical persistence and longing.

Qingyun didn't want to turn back, but he had to turn his head away.

She was still wearing the same green clothes as herself, purple eyes that were more dazzling than crystal, long white hair was as holy and beautiful as a waterfall, and the white tail behind her delicate bare feet loomed.

As she spoke, the bell on her neck would sing in a low voice with her voice.

The evil is like a lotus, and it burns like a lotus.

Half-demon, Qinglian.

Staring at the handsome young man who had thought about it thousands of times day and night, Ah Lian's purple eyes were instantly covered with a layer of mist, and she didn't care about the surprised gazes of the demon cultivators behind her, she just pounced on Qingyun and the blazing heat she loved.

"It's beautiful. ”

Looking at the pair of beautiful people like Langyuan immortals and flawless jade, Yao Mengxun said in a difficult voice.

Suddenly, she looked at Xiao Luoyi with some sympathy, but as if she had telepathy, she expected Xiao Luoyi to look at her with complicated eyes.

The two pairs of bright eyes are like the moment when the sun and the moon meet on the horizon.

"You have suffered, Arlene. ”

Similarly, sensing that Ah Lian in his arms was obviously thinner, Qingyun choked a little.

For this intimate partner who grew up with him since childhood, Qingyun can no longer disguise himself, and he can no longer be a stupid mute, he responded in a hoarse voice.

"Ah Lian is not bitter, Yunlang, you are suffering!"