Looking at Zhao Qiluo on the ground, Liu Qiao still had a lewd smile on the corner of his mouth, rubbing his hands and about to pull Zhao Qiluo's wide-sleeved fairy skirt.

"Hehe, it's okay to get over it. Liu Qiao's steps had just taken a step, and he suddenly felt a huge fear spreading in his heart, making him dare not act rashly.

"You!!"

Li Qingyun's voice behind him seemed to come from the Nine Secluded Land, which made Liu Qiao only feel a chill on his back and a chill all over his body. Turning around with difficulty, he saw only a flash of blue light.

The chest was suddenly hit hard, and the sternum shattered in an instant, and the broken bones pierced into the viscera, and a mouthful of turquoise blood gushed out of the throat.

Liu Qiao gathered his lustful thoughts, and did not dare to be careless, and a pitch-black smoke rose from the pitchfork in his hand, and after swallowing up the black gas that was induced, Liu Qiao's originally sunken sternum grew out again.

One blow was hit, and Li Qingyun, who immediately fled away, kept sticking talismans in his hands, and saw Liu Qiao's methods of repairing his injuries, and he also felt quite tricky.

Now that his cultivation has not fully recovered, the Dao Lotus is still regrowing, and the Spirit Lake Spiritual Liquid has just condensed, and the Dao Divine Power that can be used is extremely limited.

In order to achieve the maximum destructive power, Li Qingyun emptied most of the spiritual fluid of his soul when he attacked Liu Qiao in the first wave. Now the remaining spiritual fluid can only perform three Dao methods on its own.

If Liu Qiao can't be killed within three moves, then Li Qingyun, who has fallen into the exhaustion of spiritual power, will no longer have the power to fight back, and can only be slaughtered like fish on a sticky board.

Liu Qiao swallowed the black qi into his body, and after repairing his seriously injured body, he did not immediately attack Li Qingyun again, but asked curiously: "Good boy, blame me for looking away, I didn't expect you to hide your cultivation under my nose." ”

Li Qingyun didn't reply, and an detonation charm in his hand sprinkled straight at Liu Qiao, Liu Qiao was about to urge the mana to resist, and the detonation charm exploded in mid-air with a bang, setting off a puff of smoke.

When the smoke cleared, Li Qingyun was gone. Liu Qiao, who was vigilant in his heart, erected the pitchfork in his hand, and bursts of black gas came out again and burrowed into Liu Qiao's body.

Li Qingyun took advantage of the smoke that the detonation charm exploded in mid-air to hide behind a big tree and stared at Liu Qiao's changes.

After the black qi entered the body, a black line exuding a demonic aura climbed from the soles of Liu Qiao's feet all the way to his forehead, and Liu Qiao's entire body began to transform.

First, two blood-red flesh wings were born from the dorsal ribs, and countless pieces of flesh on them kept wriggling, and then sharp sharp blades pierced the skin and covered the entire body.

In the end, Liu Qiao's entire head exploded, and a huge head of a moth grew from his neck, and two pairs of turquoise eyes were scattered with demons, looking around.

"Hey, I've found you. A beam of turquoise light quickly condensed and formed in the air, shooting straight towards Li Qingyun's location.

The red blood continued to flow down his arm, instantly staining the ground where Li Qingyun was located. The green light in Liu Qiao's eyes had already pierced Li Qingyun's left arm.

Li Qingyun, who was covering the wound on his left arm, no longer dodged, and emerged from under the fallen tree, his forehead densely covered with cold sweat because of the severe pain in his left arm.

"Can you still survive? Then let you see the bloodline of the Moth Demon Clan!. Liu Qiao saw that the attack just now was effective, and his heart was even more arrogant.

The fleshy wings behind his back stirred, and the spikes on his body broke out one after another, hanging in the air, ready to attack.

With the instigation of the meat wings, Liu Qiao had already climbed off the ground, looked down at Li Qingyun condescendingly, and said viciously: "Look where you hide this time!"

"Qinglian body protection, condensation!"

A cyan light curtain poured down, and the looming lotus shadow on the light curtain covered Li Qingyun's figure, and he couldn't see the specific movements clearly.

"Carving insect skills, dare to get an axe!" Accompanied by Liu Qiao's taunt, countless spikes surged towards the light curtain, making a sound of gold and iron, echoing throughout the mountain.

Suddenly, the light curtain where Li Qingyun was suddenly accelerated, and before Liu Qiao could land, it swept under him and snatched the pitchfork on the ground.

Li Qingyun propped up the light curtain, held Liu Qiao's pitchfork in his hand with one hand, looked at it carefully, and found that there was a turquoise eye rolling at the handle of the pitchfork.

Liu Qiao saw that the pitchfork was snatched away, his heart was horrified, and he collected his bloodline and howled to kill, Li Qingyun didn't look at it, and a cyan flame emitting high temperature ignited between his fingers and pierced the turquoise eyes.

Under the green wood flame triggered by Li Qingyun's chaotic spiritual root, the turquoise eyes instantly turned into a piece of coke, and countless female remnant souls appeared one after another from the coke, bowed to Li Qingyun, and then reincarnated.

Liu Qiao, the old demon of the moth, actually imprisoned the souls of the female cultivators it killed in his natal soul beads, and absorbed the power of their souls every day to strengthen himself, which was really vicious.

"You dare to destroy my natal soul and ruin my immortal path! I want you to live forever and suffer from the soul drain!" Liu Qiao's natal soul bead turned into charcoal, and there is no possibility of promotion in the future!

"Qinglian Sword Qi, slash!"

Li Qingyun's Linghai Spiritual Liquid dissipated again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and between the Linghai Dao Lotus swaying slightly, a touch of Qinglian sword qi condensed a Dao Lotus phantom behind Li Qingyun.

"Chaos blue sky and a lotus! How is it possible! You are a chaos spirit ......" Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly appeared, Liu Qiao only felt that the green light flashed in front of him, and his moth head flew up into the sky, fell heavily to the ground, lost consciousness, and no longer had any life.

Seeing Liu Qiao's demon body head and body separated, Li Qingyun was still not at ease, and took advantage of the fact that the Qinglian phantom had not yet dissipated, he took out the bone-beating ash water from his pocket and sprinkled it evenly on the head and torso of the demon body.

Under the action of the bone-shattering ash water, the demon body of the moth demon Liu Qiao gradually dissolved, and finally turned into a pure white smoke and dispersed into the vast world.

Although it only took three moves to kill Liu Qiao, once there was a slight mistake in the middle, Liu Qiao noticed it, and he probably couldn't escape a dead word tonight.

He first deliberately let Liu Qiao hit him, lowered Liu Qiao's vigilance at the cost of being injured, and then took advantage of Liu Qiao's arrogance and arrogance to launch his bloodline supernatural powers, urging the Qinglian body to cover his whereabouts, so that Liu Qiao could not see his movements clearly.

With the help of the light spirit talisman attached to his leg before, while Liu Qiao was hanging in the air with his bloodline supernatural power, he seized the pitchfork that could allow Liu Qiao to repair his injuries with lightning speed.

The Aoki Flame born from the Chaos Spirit Root has an extremely strong purification and incineration effect on demonic things, and in the case of the destruction of the Natal Soul Bead, Liu Qiao will inevitably completely lose his sanity, and it is difficult to detect the Qinglian Sword Qi brewed by Li Qingyun.

In the end, he deliberately manifested his special vision of a lotus in the Chaos Blue Sky, which made Liu Qiao's mind flustered, and the Qinglian sword qi instantly slashed down, separating his head.

The aura that Li Qingyun had finally condensed was consumed again in this battle, and the whole person was lying on the ground in a large shape, and it was particularly difficult to even move his fingers.

Zhao Qiluo, who was previously infested by the moth gas, woke up slowly, unharmed, and was not eroded by the moth qi at all.

With a bang, Zhao Qiluo pulled out the long sword he was carrying, the long sword was sharp at this moment, and countless mysterious runes were engraved on the sword, and a monstrous hatred came out from the blade.

At this time, Zhao Qiluo's face was gloomy, his eyebrows were frowning, and the blade of his sword pointed at Li Qingyun who was lying on the ground.