Seeing Yi Heng like this, the black-clothed monk already knew it.

"Can you stop it again?"

After saying that, another fireball appeared in his hand.

But the footsteps took a few more steps forward.

Seeing this, Yi Heng was ecstatic in his heart, and his right hand hidden behind him quietly reached into the weeds, and touched a tense vine, as soon as the dantian spiritual power came out, his right hand pinched it hard, and the vine broke like grass.

As the vines broke, the blackfriar's front and back suddenly turned out two barbed planks from the ground, as if to clamp the monk.

The blackfriar's reaction was also extremely fast, and when the plank was just turned, his right foot touched the ground, and his whole body flew upward.

Just flew away from the plank, and I heard a "bang" below, which was actually the sound of two planks colliding.

If it's a little slower, I'm afraid I'll really get hurt.

Before the blackfriar could rejoice, he saw a large log in the tree in front of him slamming into his chest.

At the critical moment, an ice shield appeared on his chest, and at this moment, the wood that came at a rapid speed hit the ice shield.

Before he could exclaim, the blackfriar was knocked backwards by the tremendous force, and the blood spat out of his mouth was mixed with broken internal organs.

Yi Heng's calculation was successful, so he also suppressed the pain in his chest, added the wind escape technique, got up and jumped up, and threw himself into the air The black-clothed monk pounced.

And the black-clothed monk who fell from the sky saw Yi Heng rushing over, and Bai Xuan's face showed a panicked expression for the first time.

Two zhang, one zhang, looking at the black-clothed monk who was getting closer and closer, looking at the panic on his face, Yi Heng's heart was settled.

But before I could rejoice for a moment, something didn't feel right.

I saw that although the blackfriar's mouth was full of blood, he looked at him with a playful look.

Yi Heng suddenly felt extremely uneasy, and in an instant, the ice shield appeared in front of him.

The Blackfriar suddenly threw his right hand from behind him, and a fireball slammed into the ice shield.

Yi Heng only felt a huge force hitting him, and his body flew backwards, and before he could react, his back hit the stone wall again.

Without waiting for Yi Heng to wake up, the black-clothed monk waved his right hand again, and there was a "whoosh" sound in the air, and Yi Heng felt something pass through his right chest.

At this time, the blackfriar just hit the ground, swayed a few times, and still stood firm.

Yi Heng looked at his right chest, which had a hole the size of a finger thumb.

Before the blood spurted out, the wound was frozen by a layer of ice, but seeing that the ice was melting rapidly, it would spurt out after a moment's effort.

Turning to look at the blackfriar, his eyes full of despair.

Looking at the despair in Yi Heng's eyes, the black-clothed monk felt very happy.

"That's right, that's right, back then, the two sixth-layer Qi refining cultivators chased and killed me, but they didn't make me so embarrassed, but I killed them and fled, when did the disciples of Yimen become so powerful?"

The blackfriar's heart was also awe-inspiring, if he was a little careless just now, the outcome of life and death was still unknown, but now, it should be over, but there were more injuries to his internal organs.

Yi Heng was silent, as if he had accepted his fate, but just stared at the black-clothed monk fiercely, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

Black robes, white faces, messy hair shawls, and a cold smile.

Blood began to bubble up from the right side of his chest, accompanied by excruciating pain in the right half of his body.

The black-clothed monk looked at Yi Heng, who was covered in blood, and slowly walked towards him.

Yi Heng tried to inject aura into the injured area, and found that it really worked, the blood was slowly stopped, but there was still pain.

It turns out that the use of aura to suppress the injury is suppressed in this way, and it is enough to seal the wound with aura to prevent the blood from continuing to flow out, otherwise, it is estimated that it will not be long before the blood will be exhausted.

But this aura can't be broken, and the usable aura is much less, but even so, it is still several times more than the aura of the fourth layer.

I still don't know what pierced my chest just now, let alone what makes my soul hurt, although I broke through the fifth layer of qi refining and concealed it from the monk, I was still extremely frightened in my heart.

Fortunately, the Blackfriar seemed to only want to kill him in the simplest way possible.

More than ten steps away, the black-clothed monk raised his right hand, and a bowl-sized fireball fluttered on his right hand.

Looking at Yi Heng, who was leaning against the stone wall covered in blood, he threw out the fireball with an expressionless face.

The trap was touched just now, and the blackfriar immediately knew what was going on.

I think this kid ran all night, set up a trap here, ran back for more than a hundred miles, and then stayed awake all night, recovered his aura, and waited for the dawn to chase me, and rushed here again, waiting for me to enter the trap.

It's such a deep city, and it's such a ruthless poisonous plan, but he definitely miscalculated the strength of the sixth layer of qi refining.

Looking at Yi Heng's pale and almost terrifying face, it is estimated that the spiritual energy and physical strength have long been exhausted, even if there is a little, seeing that the chest that was pierced by the ice thorn no longer bleeds, it is estimated that that the little spiritual energy will also be used to suppress the wound.

So, the Blackfriar simply threw out a fireball.

Yi Heng had already closed his eyes when he saw the fireball.

When the fireball was about to smash on his body, just like the previous times, an ice shield appeared in front of him in time, and at the same time, Yi Hengqiang endured the pain and waved his right hand.

At the same time as the fireball smashed on the ice shield, Yi Heng's right hand also flew out a fireball, which was a little smaller, but the speed flew towards the black-clothed Taoist priest extremely fast.

The blackfriar prides himself on being witty, but he has not seen much surprise in his life in this kid.

At this time, there was no time to be surprised, only barely sent out an ice shield to block the fireball.

Yi Heng spat out a few mouthfuls of blood again, still dying against the wall, as if he was going to die at any time.

The blackfriar blocked the fireball, but he took several steps backwards.

After standing firmly, seeing that Yi Heng had no extra movements, he glanced at Yi Heng with his eyes.

"It turns out that I have refined qi at the fifth level, haha, I can't imagine that I have prided myself on being wise and scheming all my life, and I have made mistakes in my judgment of you again and again, and I deserve to be injured and injured even more. ”

After the black-clothed monk found out that Yi Heng had already refined qi at the fifth level, his face was full of self-deprecation, and he immediately became cautious.

The fifth layer of qi refining can already have a fight with him now, but this kid doesn't seem to be able to use spiritual power to heal injuries, let alone superfluous spells, but now he must also use all his strength.

After thinking about it, with a flick of his left hand on his waist, a shiny stone appeared in his palm, and with the appearance of this stone, the surrounding aura seemed to become richer.

The blackfriar looked at the stone on his left hand with a painful heart, and he could not imagine that it would be used on the body of a seriously injured person.

Yi Heng barely opened his eyes when he heard the black-clothed monk talking to himself, and when he saw the shiny stone in the Taoist priest's hand, his heart sank.

"This is definitely a legendary spirit stone, which can directly absorb the aura, it seems that it is impossible to exhaust his aura, and if you want to live, you have to fight for your life. ”

Yi Heng slowly stood up, with a resolute expression on his face.

The black-clothed monk looked at Yi Heng cautiously, while accelerating the absorption of the spirit stone's aura.