In the direction that Lan Xingjun was eager to rush to, more and more people were in a hurry to run back, and they couldn't hide, Lan Xingjun became the only retrograde on the way, and the more he was like this, the more anxious he became.

I just hope that guy can last a little longer.

......

At the moment, on the battlefield.

Qiao Guang picked up the bone knife, and the bone knife came out of its sheath and threw it straight at Mo Qingtian like thunder and lightning.

Mo Qingtian's pupils shrank, his steps retreated again and again, his body trembled involuntarily, and the bone knife was like a hungry wolf locking onto the target, making him unable to move his body normally.

He folded his arms over his chest, and a ripple flashed in front of him, waving softly.

The bone knife collided with the ripple, like a hole in the foam, and shattered with a snap, and the aftermath of the impact of the bone knife all hit his arm.

Mo Qingtian retreated sharply, and the surface was dragged out with long and deep slip marks, and the dust was scattered.

This knife actually forced him back a hundred miles directly.

The muscles on Mo Qingtian's face were twitching, his arms were blurred with blood, and the pain was incomparably painful but unconscious, but he stared at Qiao Guang viciously.

His eyes grew dark.

Qiao Guang chuckled, took advantage of the victory to pursue, grabbed the void with his left hand, the bone knife was held tightly in his hand again, and he ran towards Mo Qingtian at a gallop, the tip of the bone knife touched the ground, bringing out shining and splashing sparks.

Not far from Mo Qingtian, Qiao Guang smiled slightly, and the bone knife slashed out from the bottom to the top, pumping it fiercely!

The sword is brilliant!

There are three layers of stacked waves in a sword light, and the sword light is extremely strong, and the white light is as bright as day.

From time to time, you can hear the sound of thunderbolts, and arcs of electricity jump and bounce on the knife light, like mischievous grasshoppers.

Mo Qingtian's short figure hurriedly dodged, not planning to carry this move again, he thought that he had just roughly tried out what kind of level Qiao Guang's attack power was, and he was really still a ruthless person, even if he won this battle, it would definitely not be easy to win. What's more, he has already suffered heavy losses, just thinking about it makes him vomit blood, and he really wants to squeeze all the flesh and blood of this young man.

"Silver puppet!" Mo Qingtian shouted.

The puppet's eyes on the side flashed with a ghostly glow, which was similar to the color in Mo Qingtian's eyes, and he kicked the ground heavily, smashing his big fist at Qiao Guang.

The three consecutive slashes of spiritual pressure made Mo Qingtian very embarrassed, although he had used the fastest speed to dodge, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't get as fast as Qiao Guang's knife light, and there were already a few more knife wounds on his body that were deep and bone-seeing. The silver puppet and the master had a heart-to-heart connection, and they had already attacked Qiao Guang the moment Mo Qingtian was attacked.

Mo Qingtian's pale face became even more pale, he sat down on the side tremblingly, opened the storage ring directly without saying a word, and a large number of healing pills were taken out by him, swallowed them in his mouth, closed his eyes and breathed.

Qiao Guang smiled weirdly, threw the bone knife aside, and met it with his bare hands.

The silver puppet smashed his fist expressionlessly, Qiao Guang gritted his teeth, and was also unwilling to fall into the wind and bombarded it.

Then, Qiao Guang was sent out without accident.

Mo Qingtian, who was rapidly healing, was stunned, opened his eyes and saw this scenery, and wondered in his heart, could it be that this kid has a pit in his brain? The corpse puppet's body is extremely strong, not to mention the silver puppet, the fledgling doesn't even have this bit of common sense?

Mo Qingtian was a little depressed, how could this stunned Qing live for so long and be so powerful.

He now has an intuition that he doesn't want to believe, if he and Qiao Guang are both at the same level, he will not be Qiao Guang's opponent, just like now, if he doesn't rely on the corpse puppet, he will be pressed and beaten by Qiao Guang, and this gap will only get bigger and bigger, so that his Dao heart will have a crack unconsciously, and the domineering spirit of the king is gone.

Mo Qingtian's clenched fist clicked, he must kill this beast in the Qi cultivation period with his own hands in order to make up for the cracked Dao Heart.

Qiao Guang sat up and shook his head, the corpse puppet's punch is really powerful, if he doesn't accept it, he feels like his whole body is falling apart and resetting in an instant, and the shock sensation is transmitted from the fist to the whole body in an instant, and even the brain is vibrating, and the thief is stimulated.

Of course, this is based on the premise that Qiao Guang has a brain, just now Ling'er was staying well in Tiangong, and was suddenly shocked and fell off the chair, losing her ladylike demeanor, and as soon as she stood up, she scolded Qiao Guang for being a brainless pig.

Qiao Guang doesn't care about the little woman: "I just want to try to see how powerful it is, life should have all kinds of experiences to be fun." ”

"After experiencing your experience as a big-headed ghost, you can't play with your life if it's fun, if it weren't for the tempering of your flesh and blood and bones just now, you would have fallen apart a long time ago!

"Anla, Anla, I'm just trying to see how strong my body is, measured, don't worry. Qiao Guang comforted.

Ling'er snorted coldly: "Now you know, right? Wait, if you still think about the bombardment, don't go to death if you don't scale, I still want to stay in it for a few years." ”

Qiao Guang shrugged and acquiesced to Ling'er's request.

He shook off his right fist, which had just collided with the corpse puppet, and it was still a little painful, but before he had time to think about it, the corpse puppet attacked again.

Qiao Guang looked up at this huge figure, there was a sense of oppression even more than when he looked at Hu Da Hammer, compared to his huge fist, Qiao Guang's fist was no different from a baby pink fist.

Qiao Guang smiled evilly, not afraid at all, sighed into his fist, and continued to attack.

"Bang!"

The wind is in place, and the wind and waves are scattered.

At the moment of impact, even Mo Qingtian, who was staring dryly on the side, couldn't help but squint, as if Qiao Guang couldn't bear to look directly at the next situation.

Mo Qingtian was stunned, he didn't hear the expected sound of the object falling to the ground or being beaten into meat sauce, and when he opened his eyes, he was dumbfounded.

Qiao Guang stood still, and the small fist against the big fist of the corpse puppet collided directly together, and it was faintly divided into a situation!

Mo Qingtian muttered in his mouth: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! I can't face the copper puppet directly when I build the foundation, how can he be on par with the silver puppet?!"

As if he had gone mad, he shouted, "Hit him, what are you doing, use the fastest punch and the greatest power, and beat him to the meat sauce for me!"

The corpse puppet's eyes flickered, as if he had inherited Mo Qingtian's madness, his eyes were faintly red, and his fist speed suddenly accelerated!

Qiao Guang's face was awe-inspiring, and he was not afraid to meet it at all, and every punch slammed into the corpse puppet, and the smoke and dust everywhere were raised by the fist wind.

He was like a warrior, facing the blows of giants without the slightest fear.

Look carefully, every time Qiao Guang punches out, a faint golden light flashes on the fist, if you look closely, you can faintly see the golden scale armor on the fist, shining, like a heavenly soldier god will descend to earth.

"Impossible! impossible!" Mo Qingtian's eyes were shocked, and his whole person was already shrouded in surprise.

Although Qiao Guang was beaten and retreated, and his stamina was slightly lacking, he was really fighting against the silver puppet, and sometimes he could even beat the silver puppet backwards!

This completely refreshed Mo Qingtian's cognition, is this really a little hairy child in the Qi training period? It can't be a primordial infant old monster who hides deeper than him, right?

There is no record of such ghost deeds even in the time of the gods.

Qiao Guang decided not to entangle with the silver puppet first, the scaling had a great consumption of his aura, divine sense, and evil qi, and now it was just the scaling of the entire fist, and the consumption was so terrifying, Qiao Guang couldn't imagine when he would be able to achieve the scaling of his whole body. He slipped backwards, and once again used his shadow-following form, flashing behind the silver golem and kicking him on the back to jump out.

"Surprised, right?" Qiao Guang came to Mo Qingtian's vicinity and said with a smile.

"Who the hell are you, how did you do it?!" Mo Qingtian was shocked.

Qiao Guang bent down and pretended to be profound: "If I tell you that I am from Shangdao, do you believe it?"

Mo Qingtian's mind was racing fast, his eyes were flickering obscurely, and he was really thinking about how credible Qiao Guang's statement was.

In addition to the immortals on the island, who else can fight the silver puppet during the Qi training period?

Qiao Guang laughed: "Teasing you! I'm just a nobody, the reason why I have this kind of physical strength is not because of your death qi and Jindan stage essence blood?"

Mo Qingtian was stunned, his eyes were red, and his heart was dripping blood.

This is an outright insult to him! What he has worked so hard to refine is actually used as a dowry for others?

It's ridiculous!

Qiao Guang smiled lightly, of course he couldn't be from Shangdao, but he was just related to some people on Shangdao.

Mo Qingtian pinched the trick with both hands, quickly changed, and his fingers shook out a row of phantoms.

Qiao Guang suddenly thought of a very bad thing.

Zhao Tianxiu has a secret method, so this Jindan period monk ......

Mo Qingtian's body was surrounded by black qi, and his injuries seemed to have been temporarily suppressed. What reassured Qiao Guang was that this guy didn't lose his mind so violently, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he didn't have any reason at all.

Mo Qingtian slowly rose into the air, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and slammed the palms of his hands!

The nails of the ten fingers were pierced out like black diamonds, and they became extremely magical in an instant.

He looked at Qiao Guang and sneered, his right hand slashed fiercely, and the hurricane that swirled from death air hit Qiao Guang.

Qiao Guang's face was solemn, and behind him, the corpse puppet was straight towards him, and his momentum was like a mountain.

As if sensing that Qiao Guang might want to escape in both directions, Mo Qingtian laughed cruelly, and then shot two hurricanes on both sides.

Qiao Guang held the bone knife tightly, the thunder and lightning in his palm, and the thunder knife method was his means of pressing the bottom of the box.

It's really not good, and then call out the little man in the heavenly work, and Lei Zhu will kill you.

Qiao Guang shuddered suddenly, and something white floated onto his shoulder. He twisted it lightly with his fingers, and the snowflakes?

He looked at the sky, it was obviously the scorching sun, why did the snowflakes come?

Suddenly, the whole small world where Qiao Guang was covered with wind and snow.

A man slowly floated from the dome, the knife in his hand shining with a snow-blue light.

It's said that it's a snow blade instead of a blood blade, how can there be less snow?