"Huh?"

Annihilation of the Fire Dragon in the Air, but, just as Qin Mo was about to deal with the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Qi Cultivator in front of him who dared to play with him many times, he suddenly felt a trace of abnormality.

Qin Mo could see it clearly, only to see the opponent's clone, bearing his own blow head-on, although it was slowly dissipating.

However, those strands of divine consciousness that diffused in the air did not disappear completely, but were rapidly condensing.

"Whoosh-"

Just when Qin Mo was guessing the other party's purpose, suddenly, he only heard a sound of breaking the sky.

With a move in his heart, Qin Mo turned around and struck away a black short stick that was sneaking up behind him with a wave of his hand.

It's just that at the moment when the black short stick was knocked out, several thunderballs had already exploded around him.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The successive thunder explosions, although they could not hurt Qin Mo's roots, also slowed down his body.

At the same time, in Qin Mo's sense of divine consciousness, he found that the silk of divine consciousness condensed on the opposite side had turned into a short sword of divine consciousness at some point.

"Kill!"

With a low shout, Lin Yifan's face was slightly hideous, this blow could be said to be a blow that he was close to the limit.

After many calculations, just for this blow, because Lin Yifan knew that he only had divine sense, and he was the closest to the other party.

Sensing the threat emanating from the Divine Sense Short Sword, Qin Mo couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

He didn't expect that the Qi Cultivation junior in front of him could actually unleash such a powerful divine sense attack.

"Can't be hardwired!"

Thinking in his heart, Qin Mo was ready to dodge.

It's just that he was just about to make a move, but he found that his body seemed to be a little out of control.

"It was the thunderball attack just now that paralyzed my movements!"

With a secret hatred in his heart, Qin Mo knew that he had once again fallen into the calculation of the junior who practiced qi on the other side.

"Whoosh-"

It's just that before he could think about it, the Divine Sense Short Sword had already turned into an afterimage and disappeared into his eyebrows.

For a moment, Qin Mo only felt that his sea of consciousness seemed to be about to be split in two by this divine sense short sword, and the terrible pain swept through his body, making him feel that life was worse than death.

"Ahh

A miserable scream came, and Lin Yifan saw that on the opposite side of the Bloody Cloth Sect's foundation building period monk, the blood light faded wildly.

"Last chance!"

Knowing that the time was ripe, Lin Yifan also endured the pain and split the last clone.

As soon as a clone appeared, it didn't say a word, and directly crashed into the body of the Bloody Cloth Sect's foundation building period monk on the opposite side.

"Get out of here!"

Although his divine sense was severely damaged, Qin Mo's strength was still terrifyingly strong, and with a loud shout, the blood light on his hand flashed, and it turned into a blood claw and grabbed Lin Yifan's clone fiercely.

"Poof!"

The blood claw entered the body in response, but Lin Yifan's clone did not have a trace of fear.

glanced at Qin Mo, only to hear Lin Yifan's clone show a crazy smile, "Let's go to hell together!"

As he spoke, he saw a flash of fire on his body.

It wasn't until this moment that Qin Mo was horrified to discover that there were actually dozens of low-level fireball talismans attached to the body of this doppelganger.

On weekdays, for this kind of low-level fireball talisman, Qin Mo probably didn't even bother to look at it.

At the moment, however, the situation is completely different.

Qin Mo had just been injured by the Qi Cultivation junior of the Ten Thousand Sword Gate opposite, and his blood could be scattered at this moment.

And this junior's doppelganger hugged himself to the death, and there were dozens of low-level fireball talismans on his body.

At such a close distance, he had almost no defense, and if he was attacked like this, even Qin Mo didn't know if he could stop it.

"Damn, let go!"

In a hurry, the blood claws in Qin Mo's hands kept slapping out.

It's just that in front of him at this moment, it is just a clone of Lin Yifan, and naturally he will not be afraid of death.

"Boom!"

Finally, with a bang, all the fireball talismans exploded together with Lin Yifan's clone.

The force swept by the explosion immediately swept Lin Yifan out directly.

"Dead?"

Enduring the tearing pain in the sea of consciousness, Lin Yifan looked at the other side with red eyes.

"I want you dead, junior, I will definitely kill you!"

Suddenly, a cold roar that seemed to come from hell came from the dust and smoke of the explosion.

The next moment, Lin Yifan was a little frightened to find that although the blood-clothed sect foundation building period monk on the opposite side was already blurred with flesh and blood on his body, even his head was blown open by a small half, and there was blood left behind, but the other party was still alive.

"Actually, not dead yet!"

Lin Yifan was in a hurry, and the sword trick in his hand was drawn, but he was ready to attack again, after all, he knew the truth that the first strike is stronger.

It's just that just when Lin Yifan was about to attack, suddenly, the sharp pain in the sea of his consciousness made the red dragon flying sword he had just sacrificed fall directly to the ground.

At this moment, Lin Yifan's divine sense was no longer able to support his attack again.

"Die!"

The next moment, Lin Yifan only heard a burst of cheers in his ears.

Immediately, with a bloody aura, a hideous face appeared in front of Lin Yifan.

"Bang!"

A bloody claw exploded in Lin Yifan's chest, and with one blow, it directly blasted it upside down and flew out.

was in the air, but Lin Yifan couldn't help the sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out with a "poof".

"Well, he's not dead!"

Qin Mo opened a bloody eye and stared coldly at Lin Yifan, who was blasted out by himself.

He didn't expect that this Wanjianmen junior in front of him would not die after directly eating his own blow.

"Ahem"

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Lin Yifan also stared at the other party deadly, and said with a sneer, "It seems that your injuries are even more serious than I imagined." ”

Hearing this, Qin Mo's face became even more gloomy, indeed, he was seriously injured by the explosion just now, although he held his life, but his strength was not one in ten.

However, soon Qin Mo calmed down, the blood claws in his hands condensed again, and he pointed at Lin Yifan from afar and said, "Although this seat is seriously injured, it is enough to kill you!"

Unable to strike a single blow, Qin Mo struck again, although there was a huge gap in speed compared to when he was in his heyday.

However, at this moment, Lin Yifan was not in his heyday, and in the face of Qin Mo, who was rushing to kill at great speed, he also had no ability to dodge.

In Lin Yifan's pupils, the bloody claws with a thick bloody aura continued to expand, as if he was about to scratch his head in the next moment.

However, Lin Yifan is naturally not a person who gives up easily.

Just as the other party's attack was imminent, he could only hear his low shout, and an angry phantom of the Ming King appeared around him.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled sound, and Qin Mo found that his blood claw was actually blocked by the other party.

"The art of physical training!"

Looking at the angry Ming King Phantom around Lin Yifan's body, although Qin Mo didn't recognize the origin of this exercise, he also felt that it was extraordinary.

"Who is this junior?"

At this moment, Qin Mo's heart was infinitely shocked.

He didn't expect that the junior of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in front of him not only had a strange secret technique of divine consciousness clone, but the physical training technique displayed at this moment was definitely the top one.

"Dharma Body Twin and Cultivation, can actually reach such a state in the realm of Qi cultivation, if this son is not removed, it will definitely become a great disaster for my God Sect!"

Qin Mo didn't know that deep down in his heart, he actually had a faint fear of the junior Qi practitioner in front of him.

Therefore, Qin Mo made the next move, and he was even more ruthless.

"Blood-burning technique!"

With a low roar, I saw Qin Mo's body, and the blood qi burned like a flame, this was already Qin Mo's desperate secret technique.

At this moment, in order to deal with Lin Yifan, a dignified foundation building period cultivator actually used a desperate secret technique, regardless of whether doing so would aggravate his injuries and affect his cultivation foundation.

However, this approach made Lin Yifan very helpless.

After all, the other party is desperate, and he has reached the limit.

I saw that the power of the opponent's blood claw was increased by three points, and the magic phantom on his body, which was originally able to block the opponent's blood claw attack, was torn apart in an instant.

"Poof!"

On Lin Yifan's chest, there was once again an extra hideous wound.

Moreover, Lin Yifan could feel that the blood energy at the wound was constantly eroding his physical strength.

"Bloody Divine Skill!"

Lin Yifan roared.

"Oh, I didn't expect that you, a junior of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, actually recognized the Bloody Clothes Divine Skill. ”

Hearing Lin Yifan directly call out the name of his exercises, Qin Mo was also slightly surprised.

However, he soon sneered and said, "Hehe, however, you should also feel honored to be able to die under my divine skill." ”

Just as Qin Mo was speaking, Lin Yifan clearly felt that the blood in his body was constantly being eroded by the other party's blood energy.

Although the current Lin Yifan has not cultivated the Bloody Clothes Divine Skill, he has the memory of the Red Dragon Sword Immortal, but he is very clear about the terrifying nature of this exercise.

When the other party's blood energy erodes most of the blood in his body, it is the time when he dies, and his own essence blood will also become the other party's supply.

"Damn, is there really no way?"

At this moment, even with Lin Yifan's calmness, he couldn't help but feel a trace of despair.

If it is in its heyday, Lin Yifan can still rely on his understanding of the bloody clothes magic to slowly resolve it.

However, at this moment, the strong enemy is on the side, and the other party will not give himself a chance at all.

"Whoosh-"

Just when Lin Yifan was completely in despair, suddenly, a sound of breaking the sky came into his ears.

"Who?"

At the same time, there was also Qin Mo, just because, he could feel that a sharp edge had locked on him.

Turning around, a bloody claw flew out, meeting the sharp edge that attacked behind him.

It's just that what Qin Mo didn't expect was that the strength of the person who came was still above what he wanted.

His bloody claws, just a face, were cut by that sharp edge, and continued to kill him.

"Damn it!"

scolded secretly, and Qin Mo hurriedly dodged sideways.

At the same time, he only felt a breeze around him, and when he turned around again, he found that Lin Yifan, who had been locked by him, had been rescued.

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