"Hum..."

The 'cold underworld' in the hand has been unsheathed, and the blue-white light is a little dazzling in this somewhat dark cave, and as soon as it comes out of the sheath, the 'cold underworld' begins to vibrate slightly, emitting a cheerful sword sound, it seems that the 'cold underworld' itself is also eager to fight~щww~~lā+◆,

The hand rises, and the sword falls.

The sharp sword qi couldn't help but slash towards the pink spiritual power, and the pink spiritual power that was about to fall on Zhao Jiuge's body was immediately cut off by those fierce sword qi, and the residual sword qi bombarded the bewitching woman, and was immediately dissolved by the bewitching woman lightly.

"Yo, little brother, I can't see the beauty of the person, but the attack is quite ruthless, but sister, I like your ruthlessness. ”

After casually resisting Zhao Jiuge's attack, the enchanting woman smiled lightly, and then looked at Zhao Jiuge and said with some playfulness, after the words fell, she didn't forget to lick her tongue with her seductive red lips, so she was clearly like a living female hooligan.

However, Zhao Jiuge didn't have so much mood to flirt and scold at this moment, the movements in his hands did not pause for half a minute, the autumn wind was coming, a sad sword intent arose, and the Xuantian Sword broke the second layer, and was suddenly exerted by Zhao Jiuge.

Seeing that Zhao Jiuge didn't have the slightest intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, the bewitching woman didn't care, she just snorted softly, and then the graceful and sexy bewitching woman jumped slightly, and her whole body turned in a circle in the void, and the pink spiritual power around her body suddenly swirled, surrounding her body.

When the bewitching woman landed, a pair of jade hands did not know when an extra whip exuded a snow-like light all over her body.

Unlike human monks, after arriving at the Yuan Infant Realm, there will be a Yuan Infant in their bodies, and there will be no Yuan Infant in the body of the spirit beasts, but they will naturally have their own natal supernatural powers, even if they are using magic weapons, the power will naturally be a little weaker, and this disadvantage will slowly dissipate with the improvement of cultivation.

The snow-white long whip was in her hand, and the bewitching woman suddenly raised her jade hand, and the long whip was directly raised, and the whip with a snow-white halo emitted from the whole body brought up a burst of wind in the air, directly facing Zhao Jiuge's head, dancing from top to bottom.

"Boom..."

The golden brilliant glazed gold condensed around Zhao Jiuge's body, and then it was like a torrent, covering Zhao Jiuge's whole body, and the golden body of the Sanskrit Holy Body was directly released by Zhao Jiuge, perhaps in the face of this kind of innate demon beast with an innate advantage in the physical body, Zhao Jiuge was a little afraid in his heart.

Flying sword against long whip.

After just a few days of tempering, the 'cold underworld' did not bring much substantive effect, but Zhao Jiuge could always feel the subtle changes, maybe the blood was dripping at the beginning, but now after the tempering of the Purple Yuan Fire, it has reached the point of connecting hearts.

"Bang..."

A dull sound spread in this cave, the echo floated in the cave for a long time, Zhao Jiuge, who was holding the natal flying sword, after releasing the sword qi, the white long whip came over, but unlike Zhao Jiuge's conjecture, the white long whip did not draw directly towards him, but fell directly into the 'cold net' flying sword in his hand, and was immediately wound a few times.

The white long whip is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, although it is powerful, but the quality is two grades lower than that of the 'Han Ming', and the demon beast is naturally relatively slow to use magic weapons and comprehension exercises, but relying on her own cultivation, as well as her strong spiritual power and strong body, the bewitching woman has enough confidence to fight hard with Zhao Jiuge.

"Buzz..."

With just one contact, Zhao Jiuge only felt a roar in his ears, even his whole body seemed to feel a slight tremor, that feeling was indescribable, although it seemed that the handover was very small, in fact, he was subjected to great fluctuations.

At this moment, Zhao Jiuge understood that the demon beast really lived up to its reputation, even if it was not a bewitching woman with its body, its physical body was much stronger than that of him who had cast the golden body of the Sanskrit Holy Body.

The feeling to Zhao Jiuge was like at this moment, the cave was shaking slightly before stopping, fortunately, the Sanskrit Holy Body Golden Body was not in vain, in this touch, Zhao Jiuge did not suffer much impact, but the bright golden light on the surface of his body dimmed a little at that moment, and then recovered after only a moment.

His right hand was raised slightly, wanting to withdraw the 'Cold Darkness', but Zhao Jiu Ge soon felt that something was wrong, the 'Cold Darkness' that was wrapped around the snow-white long whip, no matter how hard Zhao Jiu Ge tried to pull it out, but it was like a rock, not moving at all, Zhao Jiu Ge was slightly shocked in his heart, he who had lost his natal flying sword, his combat power was reduced by at least one-third.

When he saw the bewitching woman holding a snow-white long whip, and the expression that seemed to be smiling in those beautiful eyes, Zhao Jiuge's heart suddenly cooled, and he understood that the meaning of the bewitching woman drunkard was not in the wine, but in the natal flying sword in his hand!

Knowing that the bewitching woman had an intention in her heart, Zhao Jiuge still did not choose to retreat, holding the 'cold shadow' with one hand, with no intention of letting go, and at the same time continued to pull back her natal flying sword, but no matter how hard Zhao Jiuge tried, the slender bewitching woman, the snow-white long whip in her hand, did not shake in the slightest.

Pink spiritual light once again erupted from the bewitching woman's body, and Zhao Jiuge knew that there was something strange in the other party's spiritual power, so he didn't want to let those spiritual powers be entangled at all.

The golden aura emerged from the body, and the golden aura with the power of ice went towards the pink aura, and the two of them were in a stalemate, one holding a flying sword, and the other holding a long whip, but at the same time they continued to fight, but after a long time, according to the development of this situation, it must be Zhao Jiuge who suffers in the end.

"Boom..."

The spiritual power of the two collided with each other, Zhao Jiuge's spiritual power was obviously weaker than the spiritual power of the bewitching woman, and it was shattered and disappeared a lot in an instant, and the mountain walls in the surrounding caves fell a lot of rubble under this kind of attack, and some of the mountain walls even appeared dense cracks, as if they were about to disperse.

The fallen gravel fell on the two of them, and they were directly bounced off, and some of the gravel fell on the spiritual power and turned into powder directly, and Zhao Jiuge and the bewitching woman naturally had nothing to do, one was a demon beast famous for its physical body, and the other was Zhao Jiuge who released the golden body of the Sanskrit Holy Body.

Affected by this spiritual power, Zhao Jiuge's body that shimmered with brilliant glazed golden light shook a little, and at the same time, the 'Han Ming' holding his right hand was a little loose, and it was obvious that he almost let the 'Han Ming' get out of his hand.

The current situation made Zhao Jiuge's heart cold, seeing that the posture of the bewitching woman had not yet used all her strength, nor did he rush to kill them all, he thought that he had broken through to the Yuanying Realm, and he was still a little proud, at such an age, he was among the few in the Yuanying Realm and cultivated in the entire Huaxia Dynasty, but in front of those powerful monks, it was not worth mentioning, who made the family cultivate longer than you, but the cultivation was also higher than yours?

Although Zhao Jiuge was slightly flustered in his heart, he was quite calm, especially since he still had many means that he had not used, but this time the bewitching woman did not intend to let him use the opportunity at all.

"Boom..."

Another pink spiritual power was released directly, more violent than the last time, a spiritual power was just released, and then another spiritual power was released, like a wave, covering one wave after another.

The bewitching woman is to make it clear that she bullied Zhao Jiuge with pure spiritual power, no matter how many means you have, I will crush you with rich spiritual power, and the gap in the realm may be made up by means, but the strength of the spiritual power itself cannot be changed.

The bewitching woman did this to make Zhao Jiuge retreat in the face of difficulties, either to give up the 'cold darkness' in his hand, or to resist this attack to see how long he could withstand it.

"Bang..."

The first time, Zhao Jiuge was hard and resisted, and the second time, although it was violent, he still carried it, but the surface of the Sanskrit golden body began to show signs of fragmentation.

This is not only a contest between spiritual power and spiritual power, but also a competition between the flesh and the flesh, only when the body is released is the strongest time in the flesh.

Although Zhao Jiuge's face was as usual on the surface, he had already complained in his heart, changing to a monk, even if he was a late stage cultivator in the Yuan Infant Realm, Zhao Jiu Ge would not have this mentality, and he didn't have much fear, but now he was facing a demon beast in the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, it was conceivable that Zhao Jiu Ge had a feeling of grievance that he couldn't start, no matter what the competition was, people were not afraid of you, nor did they use any means, they just relied on the positive crushing to eat you up little by little.

The collision and bombardment of spiritual power continued, but Zhao Jiuge's own physical body would not be much worse, so he could still hold on to it, and if he changed to an ordinary monk, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold out a few times in the hands of a bewitching woman.

The bewitching woman's eyes seemed to be a little surprised, she didn't expect Zhao Jiuge to be able to last so long in her hands, you must know that she deliberately forced Zhao Jiuge to submit and surrender under her pomegranate skirt, so she used such a method to deal with Zhao Jiuge.

However, the bewitching woman did not laugh angrily, the more good Zhao Jiuge was, the more pleasing she looked, and the more she wanted to include Zhao Jiuge in the harem.

"Little brother, I didn't expect you to quench your body, it's better now. ”

When the bewitching woman saw Zhao Jiuge, she was simply more pleasing to the eye, not only was her cultivation strong, but her physical body was also good, which was more in line with his needs.

Like Zhao Jiuge, who can not only recover quickly after picking yang and replenishing yin every time, but also her physical body can withstand her toss.

Although the bewitching woman's mouth was not slow, the speed in her hand was indeed very fast, and another fierce pink spiritual power bombarded again!

Zhao Jiuge was originally on fire, and he only had grievances in his heart, and when he heard the words of the bewitching woman, he just wanted to open his mouth to sneer a few words, his mouth opened slightly, but the pink spiritual power of the bewitching woman had already blinked.

Zhao Jiuge, who was in a hurry, resisted angrily, but the spiritual power released with all his strength did not resist at all this time!

As soon as his right hand was loosened, the 'cold shadow' he was holding was swept away by the snow-white long whip in the hand of the bewitching woman, Zhao Jiuge was suddenly shocked, and Zhao Jiuge's heart was empty at this moment, as if he had lost something.

Although the bewitching woman's pink spiritual power was weakened a lot under Zhao Jiuge's resistance, the residual spiritual power still bombarded Zhao Jiuge's body, Zhao Jiuge's body shook suddenly, not only did the natal flying sword in his hand get out of his hand, but even he himself staggered back a few steps.

The remnants of pink spiritual power bombarded Zhao Jiuge's body, this time, Zhao Jiuge's Sanskrit golden body was completely shattered and dissipated in the air, Zhao Jiuge recovered a black brocade robe, but the natal flying sword 'Han Ming' in his hand fell into the hands of the bewitching woman.