The yellow bird is three points like a sparrow, seven points like a swallow, the size of a fist, although it is transformed by aura, but it is lifelike, and even has a trace of agility.

I saw the yellow bird dodging around, which was much better than the flying demon beasts.

But Ning Beichuan's fire raindrops were too dense, and they smashed down most of the yellow birds.

Boom Boom!

The fireball collided with the yellow bird, making a deafening sound. The tide of spiritual energy that erupted spread in all directions, causing Ning Beichuan, who was fleeing, to tiptoe and slow down.

The other nine yellow birds that rushed out of the fire raindrops, like arrows from the string, were only three zhang away from Ning Beichuan in the blink of an eye. Looking at these crystal clear yellow birds up close, they seem to be as beautiful as the real thing, and there is even a hint of agility in the bird's eyes.

But Ning Beichuan didn't see the hunting heart, but his face was gloomy to the extreme. The killing intent contained in the yellow bird is undoubtedly able to kill itself directly. Although this stunningly beautiful woman did not have a foundation, she was also an extraordinary ninth-level Qi cultivator, and the magical power she used at her fingertips was so difficult to deal with.

Without hesitation, Ning Beichuan threw out a large handful of fireball talismans, covering all nine yellow birds, and then a huge aura fluctuation erupted, which made him have to stop to resist this huge impact.

The scarlet flag hunted and stalled in front of Ning Beichuan, and the yin spirits in it began to gradually dissipate because they could not resist the power of the shock wave, leaving only a terrible scream.

On the other hand, Lan Yun's eyes were slightly displeased, as if she was annoyed that she couldn't kill Ning Beichuan with one blow.

Ning Beichuan, who practiced qi at the third level, was as weak as an ant in front of her, and she thought that she could kill it very easily.

There is still a certain reason why Smoke Willow was killed. Lan Yun guessed while observing Ning Beichuan, and saw that his figure was unstable, and the turquoise long sword under his feet rushed out with a "swish".

The speed of the long sword left a sword tail in the air, blooming with a turquoise light, as if pulling up a turquoise silk thread in the white mid-air.

Damn it! Ning Beichuan slapped the storage bag, and a red long whip was held in his hand, and then he shook it violently, and the long whip became ten zhang in size, like a snake turning into a dragon, rising into the sky, biting the silk thread at an extremely tricky angle.

The turquoise silk thread looked soft, but it collided on the red whip, making Ning Beichuan feel the strength of Lan Yun.

A dark energy was transmitted along the Red Practice Whip to his right arm, shaking his arm numb, and the Red Practice Whip almost came out of his hand, until the aura in his body rushed into his right arm, and the dark energy slowly dissipated.

Encountered hard stubble!

After only two rounds of fighting, Ning Beichuan knew that he was definitely not the opponent of this beautiful woman in front of him. Unlike the feeling that Deadwood brings to himself, Deadwood makes himself feel tricky because he has a lot of combat experience, not only can he defuse his own offensive, but also find opportunities to turn the tables in adversity, which is extremely vicious and tricky. And this stunningly beautiful woman is another matter, her strength directly crushes herself, and there is no room to fight back.

Go down!

Ning Beichuan glanced back at Lan Yun with fear, and plunged into the dense forest in front of him. His biggest reliance is still Soul Swallowing, and now he can only rely on the mountains and forests to help him turn the situation around.

Lan Yun was slightly surprised when she saw Ning Beichuan turn around and leave, it had been two rounds, and she hadn't even taken him yet. Although she didn't go all out, she also used fifty percent of her strength, and even ordinary monks of the sixth level of Qi cultivation couldn't resist it.

Lan Yun's eyes were vicious, and she had only fought for two rounds, but Ning Beichuan's various performances made her feel different, although it was indescribable, but it was enough to make her vigilant.

Ning Beichuan patted the storage bag, and four crooked roots appeared in his hand, this is the whiskers of the purple hook vine, he was still on the ground at will, but all of this was checked by Lan Yun's divine sense.

But he didn't care, even if Lan Yun knew, it would be fine. It's just an ordinary root, and it's hard to think of anything.

Ning Beichuan's eyes moved slightly, he took a breath of cool air, and his chest instantly stirred, like a rising ball. Then he spewed out a large mouthful of blood-colored aura, which contained half of the essence blood in his body, wrapping the red whip.

After the red whip was absorbed, the whole whip body rose to more than thirty zhang long, two zhang thick, and the snake spirit on it was like half of the iron armor flashing with a cold cold light, and from a distance, it was a giant python.

Go!

Ning Beichuan whipped down, and Chilian whip swooped out, biting towards Lan Yun.

Ning Beichuan sneered, even though they were five hundred zhang apart, Lan Yun's contemptuous smile not far away was still hanging on her beautiful face, which seemed to be a little ruthless. I just don't know how long this contempt will last.

Lan Yun looked at the red whip and bit it, the turquoise long sword turned into a sword light, and a huge sword-shaped qi wave formed around the sword light, which was the momentum that the sword qi urged to the extreme and brought out, no less than twenty zhang.

From a distance, the scene is majestic.

A huge long sword slashed towards a crimson giant python, and then inexplicably, the two collided together, and exploded into an earth-shattering momentum.

The ground was instantly blasted out of a fifty-zhang crater, and countless rocks, dirt, and plants turned into powder.

This is the time!

A cold glint flashed in Ning Beichuan's eyes, and four behemoths suddenly rose from the ground, and cold sharpness was refracted in the dust, heading towards Lan Yun.

Lan Yun's face changed instantly, and her divine sense kept locking on the few seemingly ordinary roots thrown by Ning Beichuan, and her intuition told her that there was definitely something wrong. But I didn't expect these roots to turn into a hundred-zhang long purple hook vine in an instant, and I never expected that these purple hook vines seemed to come to life and strangled towards themselves.

At this extremely critical time, a thought flashed through Lan Yun's mind, not to mention Yanliu, even she now smelled a breath of death. I saw her touch her wrist, and a purple thunderbolt more than ten zhang long burst out from a turquoise bracelet, blasting the purple hook vine that was sheltering in it to pieces.

Ning Beichuan, who was not far away, chuckled, only to hear a sound of "rubbing", and the dense purple hook vines rushed up from the ground, almost instantly extinguishing the purple thunder that was more than ten zhang long, and then went towards Lan Yun at a lightning speed.

"Damn it!

Lan Yun let out a soft snort, and the emerald green long sword that was fighting with Chilian Whip in the distance seemed to teleport, appearing directly in her hand.

Then, I only heard her shout four words, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, the sound was crisp, and it was like thunder on the ground, and the sky and the earth changed color.

"Lotus Sword Qi!"