Over there.

Zhu Siqing and the white-haired monk of the He family were fighting fiercely.

Zhu Siqing touched the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, reached out and pressed it on the blood hole on his left shoulder, forming layers of ice crystals to freeze the wound.

The old white-haired monk covered his mouth with his hand, coughed twice, and when he opened it, it was a patch of blood.

The old monk hid his hand behind his back, quietly swallowed the little blood remaining in his mouth, used his spiritual power to dissolve the remaining ice slag on his body, and said, "Little girl, how long can you hold on?"

"Hmph, it must have been longer than you, I'm afraid you're not lightly injured. Zhu Siqing snorted coldly, revealing the injury of the white-haired old monk.

"Haha, don't worry, the old man's body is fine. ”

With that, the long sword flicked and turned into a streamer, with a piece of brilliance, and swept away.

"Drink!"

Zhu Siqing snorted lightly, the spiritual power flowed rapidly in his body, three thousand green silks flew upside down, pressed on the ground with one palm, and spit lightly: "Frozen for 30,000 miles." ”

In an instant, the air began to get colder, and Zhu Siqing began to drift snow within a zhang, and layers of ice and snow began to form on the ground, and in an instant, several ice walls were formed, and Zhu Siqing was tightly protected inside.

Boom!!!

With a loud bang, the streamer swept across the ice wall, blasting out ice slag all over the ground.

The ice wall was swept away by a streamer and split in half.

Whoosh!

Several ice spikes flew out from behind the broken ice wall.

"Hmph. ”

The white-haired monk snorted coldly, and in an instant, he pinched out dozens of fireballs and smashed them towards the ice spikes.

Boom!!!

The collision between the ice spike and the fireball rolled up a wave of air.

Over there.

The three flying cones directly took Zhu Si's sickle head.

Li Qingxuan raised his hand and watched the flying cone, but he couldn't do anything.

Roar!!!!

A tiger roared.

The cones seemed to hit something.

A golden light shook violently, and Li Qingxuan, who was flashing, couldn't open his eyes.

A sky-shaking tiger slowly walked out of the golden mangs and roared at Luo Haotong.

The tiger flag in Zhu Siyao's hand was broken.

This will be the last time the Tiger Soul Sealed in the Tiger Banner will come out.

The Golden Sky Shaking Tiger was a foundation-building demon beast before his death, and after his death, the tiger soul was sealed into the flag, and he still had the strength to practice qi in the later stage.

With this last outbreak, the strength of the Heaven-Shaking Tiger reached the strength of the ninth layer of Qi training.

Zhu Siyi cried with a sad face, looked at the Heaven-Shaking Tiger staring at Luo Haotong, and said with a flat mouth: "This flag has only been in my hands for a long time, and I will say goodbye forever today, it is too difficult for me." ”

The Sky Shaking Tiger slapped out with one claw, and strands of thin gold filaments cut out of the tiger's claws.

The gold wire was wrapped around the flying cone, hissing, and the gold surrounded the silver, and the flying cone was like a diamond, trying to break through the encirclement formed by this layer of gold wire.

The Sky Shaking Tiger roared, and a wave of qi swept towards Luo Haotong.

Luo Haotong was numb from the tiger's roar, and quickly closed his hearing, but he still felt the vibration of his soul.

Call~

A golden tiger claw slammed into the face.

Luo Haotong hurriedly released a large piece of fireball technique, along with a second-order fire charm.

The invisible is born and the fire is golden.

This time, the fireball hit the tiger's claws, and it hit the golden heaven-shaking tiger demon, but it was not uncomfortable at all.

The golden light of the Sky Shaking Tiger suddenly dimmed a little.

After all, it's not a real living body, and it doesn't have any intelligence, so the Sky Shaking Tiger doesn't care about its own state, and rushes up again.

Once, twice, three times, the Sky Quaker was knocked away again, and the golden light was much dimmer than when it first came out.

Luo Haotong panted and stuffed two Huiling pills in his mouth, and a scar on his left arm reached his abdomen, and blood was gushing.

"It is said that the head of the Zhu family likes this little son the most, and sure enough, the Zhu family's first-order supreme magic weapon, the Tiger Flag, gave him his life. Luo Haotong lowered his head and looked gloomy.

Li Qingxuan saw that Zhu Siyao was not in danger, and injured Luo Haotong, and exhaled.

The green snake white light two swords stood in front of him, a light black tulle undulating to protect the body, Li Qingxuan took out a second-order spirit rune, made a sword finger in his hand, and the two swords of the green snake and white light were combined, forming a blue and white spiritual light, and with that second-order spirit rune, he killed a Luo family disciple who practiced qi at the fifth layer.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A flying cone with a handle surrounded Li Qingxuan and pierced the pale black tulle.

The tulle turned black, dented and blocked from the cone.

Li Qingxuan felt that the tulle couldn't hold for too long, so he released another bead to hang on his head, hanging down a strand of barrier.

Manipulating the four magic weapons at once, Li Qingxuan's spiritual power was gradually exhausted, and he hurriedly stuffed a few pills into the entrance.

Boom!!!

The rune blows through the shield.

Burst!!

The blue and white sword light pierced through the heart of the Luo family disciple, and then staggered towards Li Qingxuan's side.

Li Qingxuan's face had turned pale, and the speed at which the elixir could return to the spirit could not keep up with the speed of consumption.

Quickly retract the tulle, leaving only the shield beads, the consumption of the two flying swords is too great, if you can't quickly resolve the battle, even the beads will have to be put away later.

Two flying cones came up to support the blue and white twin swords, and the flying swords, which were already shaky, were dimmed again by the aura pressed by the two flying cones.

Li Qingxuan didn't care whether he would leave a secret wound or not, and his spiritual power increased the input.

Suddenly, the two of them shook the flying sword, threw the flying cone behind the sword, and turned into a small rainbow again, taking the head directly.

The Luo family monk felt that something was wrong, and quickly recalled the flying cone to obstruct the flying sword, and hurriedly sacrificed his own defensive magic weapon, and set up a few first-order defense talismans.

Boom!!!!

The blue and white sword light got rid of the flying cone and stabbed straight on the magic weapon, and in an instant, the first-order mid-grade defensive magic weapon was knocked out of the layers of cracks.

Tightly struck three times, and the magic weapon shattered.

Li Qingxuan took out a second-order golden silk talisman, and the dozens of golden wires cut into the only two remaining barriers, shattering them to pieces.

The blue and white sword light did not stop, and with a slight sweep, it cut off the fifth-layer cultivator who practiced qi.

After doing all this, a feeling of suffocation immediately reached Li Qingxuan's head.

I saw that Li Qingxuan's face was bloodless at this time, and his eyes were black for a while.

The last sixth-layer Qi cultivator of the Luo family saw Li Qingxuan's state at the moment, and knew that now was the best time to take Li Qingxuan's life, and his spiritual power was output with all his strength without reservation.

Three flying cones were suspended in Li Qingxuan's three directions, bursting out with a three-foot light, and they all poked towards Li Qingxuan in the center.

Katz~

The cones poke at the shield, forming three small swirls.

Li Qingxuan endured the discomfort of his body, set up a second-order low-grade defense spirit rune, and fell to the ground.

At this time, he couldn't even stand steadily, his eyes were black, and even the air seemed to be against Li Qingxuan, he knew that this was the sequelae of the lack of spiritual power and the use of force.

The blood in his abdomen was no longer flowing, but Li Qingxuan had no strength, and even the spiritual power to control the lowest-level flying sword was gone.

"I've done my best, the rest is up to destiny. ”

Li Qingxuan was lying on the ground, his eyes blurred as he looked at the last two layers of barriers, the beads hanging above his head had dimmed, and it seemed that he would not last long.

Lying on the ground with his eyes closed, the sounds of fighting around him and the sound of collisions above his head broke into Li Qingxuan's ears one after another.

"It's noisy. ”

Impulsive!

The beads in the sky fell beside Li Qingxuan, and there was only the last barrier.

The monk of the Naluo family looked at Li Qingxuan lying on the ground, thought about it, gritted his teeth, took out a second-order spirit rune, turned into a flame flying eagle, and pounced towards Li Qingxuan.

Zhu Siqing swept away the long sword of the white-haired old man with a knife, and couldn't help spitting blood, the black skirt had been cut by the long sword several times, but he didn't see the white flowery skin, only the blood.

The white-haired monk was also uncomfortable, his long white beard had been stained red with blood, his white robe had been blackened with blood, and half of his body had begun to stiffen, and layers of ice crystals covered it.

"Hehe, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!" the white-haired monk sighed.

"Hmph, we're different, I can build a foundation, but you, it's not good. Zhu Siqing looked up at the white-haired monk slightly.

"Heh, the little girl can say it, don't worry, you won't be able to build a foundation in your life. ”

The white-haired monk swung his long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhu Siqing.

The frost spread under Zhu Siqing's feet, and the "snowflakes" on the thin knife seemed to come to life, rising and falling around the thin knife.

Zhu Siqing held the thin knife, drew a blood mark on the palm of his hand, and the thin knife sucked in Zhu Siqing's essence blood drop by drop, the cold air shook greatly, and the frost covered the thin knife.

Tip to tip.

"The name of the knife, the frost is affectionate, please advise. ”