There was a loud bang, the two fists and claws clashed, making a piercing sound of gold and iron clashing, sparks splashed everywhere, Yuan Jinqiao snorted, and his figure slammed to the side.

The huge body of the blood soul puppet also trembled, and the unstoppable stride retreated.

Under this blow, the two turned out to be on a par with each other.

Yue Jinqiao's complexion changed suddenly, his cheeks covered with black hair were even more hideous, his eyes showed a solemn meaning for the first time, and he also had a faint trace of regret in his heart.

But looking at the fierce fighting methods of several people, none of them broke this formation, and you can see the solidity of this formation.

Unless one of the two sides perishes, or Wang Mo opens the formation, it means that he is defeated, but if he has the ability to defeat the other party, he will not fall into such a dilemma.

But this trace of regret only appeared and dissipated without a trace. He was a Demon Ape Sage, a dignified Yuan Infant Cultivator, how could he lose to a few Sect Masters.

His pride, his cultivation, everything he does, does not allow himself to fail.

"Roar." As if to cheer himself up, Yuan Jinqiao let out an angry roar, and the black and yellow demonic qi around his body suddenly condensed, and he no longer cared about the rest of the people.

"Roar."

The blood soul puppet was also not to be outdone, and the huge body drove the roaring 3gnovel.update-the fastest,+ hand cheered up.pounced on Yuan Jinqiao in the midst of a ghost crying wolf howl.

Two inhuman-like monsters collided together in an instant, and in the midst of a loud bang, a majestic coercion was driven, and the surrounding area of the crowd involuntarily retreated backwards.

But Xiang Jiantong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood as he stepped back, and there was a dark red piece of flesh inside, and it was his tongue.

Originally, there were some unconscious eyes, the blood suddenly soared, the feet stomped on the ground fiercely, and the body quickly rushed towards Yuan Jinqiao, intending to fight with him hand-to-hand.

Xin Qihu, who was slightly sluggish, opened his mouth slightly, but no words came out.

"Hmph."

Sensing the movement of the two, Yuan Jinqiao snorted coldly with a slight disdain, and the golden hammer and black iron claws above fell instantly, bringing a sharp roar.

"Boom."

Feeling the strong aura, Xiang Jiantong opened his mouth and spit out a yellow, orange and orange sword light, and then burst into a shout.

There was a muffled boom, and the golden hammer suddenly condensed under this fierce critical blow, and then it was thrown out.

This Xiang Jiantong actually blew himself up at this time.

At the same time, he rubbed his body again, and his body flickered and pounced on his back without hesitation.

Facing the incomparable black iron claw, Xin Qihu's eyes froze, and his left hand waved one after another without thinking about it. More than a dozen jade talismans shot out one after another, and they burst open.

And its forward form suddenly slammed backwards and back, hoping to retreat to the side of the bloody coat, and the two of them jointly resisted the attack of the black iron claw.

Yuan Jinqiao, who was going all out to deal with the Blood Soul Puppet, changed his complexion, but he couldn't spare his hand to deal with Xiang Jiantong in the rear at this time.

But in an instant, Yuan Jinqiao's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, because he found that Xiang Jiantong, whose original aura was declining, actually had increased at this time, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Looking at Yuan Jinqiao's broad back, Xiang Jiantong did not hesitate to lie down, his hands clasped around his neck, his legs crossed his waist, and his whole body swayed rapidly.

Obviously, at this moment, Xiang Jiantong has already saved his will to die.

At the moment when it blew itself up, Xiang Jiantong suddenly looked back and opened his mouth to shout: "The original ......"

But then there was a majestic loud bang, completely covering its sound, and the Great Perfection Monk of the Jie Dan blew himself up, and its power was so powerful that it was definitely no less than the full force of the Yuan Infant Monk's full blow.

Looking at Xiang Jiantong, who was annihilated in the self-explosion, Xin Qihu opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word, and his face was full of complicated colors.

I have known Xiang Jiantong for hundreds of years, and I am very familiar with him.

But Xin Qihu knew very well in his heart, that was 'forgive me.'.

Thinking of his wife's unexplained fall, Xin Qihu has always had a knot in his heart that has not been solved.

But even if it is unraveled, what can it be.

Xin Qihu's left hand subconsciously wanted to grab the flying ash that was impacted, but he didn't hold back at all.He closed his eyes fiercely.His cheeks tightened.He would rather not see this scene.

And Yuan Jinqiao, who took this one by force, couldn't be indifferent to this blow even if he studied the body refining method.

"Poof."

The chest was like a fire, the qi and blood were churning, the huge force spread, Yuan Jinqiao couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of old blood, and his body couldn't stop rushing forward.

But not far in front of him was a blood soul puppet that was rushing towards it, and at this time, there were already two bone blades with a large brush on its claws.

Yuan Jinqiao's pupils shrank suddenly, his claws clenched suddenly, and he spit out a black and yellow mangled light between his mouths.

There was a loud bang, and the mace flew out as it was struck by the Blood Blade, and the Blood Soul Golem rubbed itself on it, and danced the Blood Bone Blade towards it.

Feeling the fierce yin and evil aura, Yuan Jinqiao's complexion changed and changed, but it was too late to take advantage of the real treasure in his hand to return to defense.

As a last resort, Yuan Jinqiao gritted his teeth fiercely, and his left hand slammed out with a punch.

However, at this moment, the blood in the eyes of the long-standing bloody clothes flashed, and the hands suddenly swung out, and ten sharp nails on them flew out in an instant, shooting directly at Yuan Jinqiao's back.

The hardness of the nails is not weaker than the top magic weapon, and it has the characteristics of the bloody clothes themselves.

"Bastard."

Under the attack from both sides, Rao is Yuan Jinqiao, as a Yuan Infant Sage, also felt the crisis of life and death at this moment.

The left fist bombarded the Blood Bone Blade.The body was violently deflected.I wanted to dodge a few nail blades.But after the transformation, Yuan Jinqiao's chest was extremely thick.Where could I dodge them all.

As a last resort, his right fist swung back violently and smashed into the nail that shot at him.

Boom, a loud bang swept through, the demonic energy surged open, the rapid fluctuation of the vitality of the three collisions, and the fluctuations set off by the collision of the three had exceeded the attack power of the early Yuan Infant.

The rumbling sound swept through and rolled like a muffled thunder, and the light curtain crackled around the stirring, splashing countless ripples.

Wang Mo, who was watching the battle outside, suddenly changed his complexion, and his hands quickly pinched into the formation, which stabilized the formation again.

No matter how strong this formation is, the spirit stones contained in it are consumed more and more under many attacks, and the power of the formation is also weakening more and more.

"Poof."

In the midst of the surging demonic qi, Yuan Jinqiao's cheeks turned purple and red, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his figure couldn't help but stumble.

There are two obvious scars under his left arm, and the bones are visible, the flesh and blood are rolling, and the black gas gushes out, which looks hideous and terrifying.

There were no serious injuries on his right arm, but there were several wounds on it, and strangely there was not the slightest blood coming out.

The wound resembles shriveled bark, folded, and has several deep wounds under the right rib, which also solidify to a grayish-brown color.

Obviously, that's the work of bloody nails.

"Damn it." Yuan Jinqiao's eyes flashed with a touch of panic, an inexplicable cold aura in his body, like a living thing, devouring his flesh and blood.

The left hand flipped and took out a bottle of pills, and the pills that were not looked at were still in the mouth.

But before he could refine the elixir, the Blood Soul Puppet was holding the Blood Bone Blade, and he had already killed again.

"Hmph." Yuan Jinqiao snorted, his hands danced, he played the Dao trick, the golden hammer and black iron claws smashed down rapidly, and the mace swooped back to the top of his head to protect himself.

But one after another, the mental cultivation consumed a huge amount, even if it was a Yuanying Cultivator, he couldn't withstand such a high-intensity long-term fighting method, not to mention that there was an opponent who was evenly matched with him.

Moreover, the Blood Soul Puppet and the Blood Cloth are both good at hand-to-hand combat, and their bodies are extremely flexible.

At this moment, Yuan Jinqiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a not weak aura in the light curtain again.

If it was in his heyday, this breath was really "in the field" to see the latest chapters were nothing, but at this time he was already traumatized, although it was not enough to be fatal, but there was such an opponent.

I saw Wang Mo holding the Cang Ying Halberd, his body moved, and the blue-gold light around his body flashed, and he had already appeared in the formation.

Looking at the mighty Wang Mo, Xin Qihu's eyes flashed with bitterness and understanding, he didn't blame the other party for not making a move at the beginning.

If it were him, he would do the same, and he would even make another move when everyone was defeated.

I think that at the beginning, he and Xiang Jian sympathized with each other, and he didn't turn against each other because of a woman.

If it weren't for that, the two could have cooperated to make a fortune without having to look for foreign help, which would end up dead.

"Wang Mo, Bensheng knows that you are an immortal cultivator, how about this matter, I don't think you want to fight to the death with Bensheng." While resisting the attacks of the Blood Soul Puppet and the Blood Cloth, Yuan Jinqiao's eyes flashed, and he shouted.

At this time, he still couldn't let go of his figure as a primordial infant saint, and his arrogant posture was faintly displayed between his words.

Hearing this, the corners of Wang Mo's mouth turned up slightly.Once upon a time, he was once wanted to be made into a puppet by these high-ranking people.And then placed a ban on life and death.He was also called a 'ditch rat'.Chased and killed all the way.Persecuted incognito.

And now, he's finally going to get rid of the demon in his heart and become his true self.