The black-clothed monk has a deep aura and a relatively cold look, while the gray-clothed monk has clear eyebrows and a fierce expression that looks a little deliberate, and his breath is fluttering, but it is the twelfth layer of qi refining.

Seeing that only one of the three was in the late stage of qi refining, but everyone had a storage bag on his body, he suddenly became murderous and began to attack before he got closer.

"Hand over the storage bag quickly, my brothers and I will spare you from dying!" the gray-clothed monk shouted, but his movements did not stop, although he could not be blessed, but his fire spell was very exquisite.

The fire spiritual power condensed into more than a dozen flying knives outside, all of them were amazingly powerful, and they rotated in a circle in the air for a moment, and instantly attacked the opposite side in three directions.

The black-clothed monk also moved at the same time, he also didn't have a magic weapon, but the wood-based spells came out smoothly, and the imperceptible wind blades made the flying knives burn even more violently.

He Zhengchu had already transmitted the news to He Miaomiao and the others, asking them to drag the black-clothed monk as much as possible, he raised his sword and flew up, his spiritual power soared, and his momentum was much stronger than the gray-clothed monk who was also the twelfth layer of qi refining.

The broadsword had long been unable to withstand too much spiritual power, and every time it swung a sword, it could visibly tremble and hum.

However, after all, magic weapons are much more powerful than spells, and He Zhengchu quickly suppressed the other party, and it was difficult to have the power to fight back.

He Miaomiao and He Quanling were on the side, attacking with all their might according to He Zhengchu's guidance.

He Quanling didn't take out the dagger, he was already only refining qi at the sixth level, and he couldn't really exert the effect of a magic weapon, so he could only use it as an ordinary weapon that was sharper than a mortal knife.

A series of green wind blades flew in, and while he used his way to dodge, he waved his hands with a pinch, and the three golden swords rushed towards the wind blade unhindered, exploding in the air, and the aftermath made him and the black-clothed monk on the opposite side retreat two feet away.

He Miaomiao kept flashing around, taking advantage of the black-clothed monk's unpreparedness, she sent out dozens of secret golden aura fine needles, which was the best needle condensing technique she had practiced in recent days, and it was the most suitable for sneak attacks.

The fighting methods of the three of them were far away from He Zhengchu and the gray-clothed monk, but the strong sword wind over there would still affect this side, making He Miaomiao and He Quanling a little unbearable.

Although the black-clothed monk was only a small realm above He Miaomiao, after all, it was the difference between the middle and late stages of qi refining, and he had no reaction to that sword wind and blazing fire qi.

Seeing that their movements were slow, they pulled the corners of their mouths and smiled, and two orange flames the size of fingertips suddenly appeared on their hands, the color was different from the red fireballs condensed by ordinary spells, and the aura revealed was much stronger than that of the Flame Magic.

He Zhengchu, who was in the distance, could sense the terrifying aura emitted by the flames, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and the broadsword flicked back the gray-clothed monk with a heavy flick, and galloped towards the two who were unaware, shouting:

"Get out of the way!

He Miaomiao rolled on the spot when she heard this, only to see that the flames burned silently along the grass she had just stood on, silently burning bursts of orange flames, extremely fast, as if she had a smart mind, and the ground that she rolled with continued to burn.

She finally rolled over and got up, ready to dodge the way, but the black-clothed monk kept pinching, controlling the flames and pounced wildly.

He Quanling was embarrassed, He Zhengchu pulled him away, swung his broadsword with all his strength and attacked the black-clothed monk, only then did he interrupt the man's pinch, and the flames suddenly dissipated in the air abruptly, without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Before He Miaomiao could catch his breath, he was blocked by the gray-clothed monk who was already seriously injured, but fortunately, the person was slashed by a broad sword from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, and his breath was already fluctuating, so he couldn't exert his full strength at this time.

Seeing this, He Miaomiao was immediately relieved, at this time she still had half of her spiritual power left, as long as she cooperated properly with He Quanling, who had groped through, it was not without a chance of winning.

"Miao Miao, I'll draw his attention, you sneak attack with a golden needle. ”

He Miaomiao dodged left and right, and when she heard He Quanling's transmission, she nodded imperceptibly, and at the same time dodged, dozens of dense golden needles instantly appeared, and with the sound of brushing through the air, she shot towards the gray-clothed monk.

The grayfriar was disdainful, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, most of the golden needles were scattered, leaving only a few that were difficult to catch, and he shook himself to dodge.

At this moment, He Quanling suddenly struck from behind, and the ground suddenly seemed like a swamp, and a large number of green vines appeared at the same time, and the gray-clothed monk immediately hit without noticing for a while.

But after all, he was in the late stage of qi refining, and He Quanling's moves were too weak, and he was about to break the spell under his feet in the blink of an eye, but he felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the little female cultivator opposite had lost his trace.

He released his divine sense to probe, but suddenly he saw a stab in the sea, and looked at He Miaomiao, who had dodged to the right rear, and pinched the trick with both hands, and thought in his mouth, "Burst!"

Bang... An explosion attracted the black-clothed monk who was fighting against He Zhengchu, and saw his companion being killed, his entire head blown into pieces, and there was not even a whole piece left in his body.

He was startled and just gave He Zhengchu a chance, the broad sword slammed into it, and the sword wind surrounded it layer by layer, and before he could sacrifice the strange fire, his upper body was completely shattered.

"Miao Miao, be careful!" Before He Zhengchu could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the orange flames flash out from the broken body of the black-clothed monk and shoot towards He Miaomiao's dantian.

"Miao Miao!!" He Quanling's face turned pale with shock, and when he saw this, he shouted that he was about to pounce and save people.

He Miaomiao stood motionless, not because she didn't want to dodge, but because although the flame was small, her aura was very strong, making her unable to move at all.

"What kind of grudge do I have with the fire!! He Miaomiao roared angrily in her heart, and she worked hard with He Shuangling, and her back was burned by the fire so far, this is the first time she killed people with her own hands, and she was burned to the dantian again!

He Zhengchu and He Quanling flew forward, but before they could get closer, they suddenly stopped in place.

The orange flame the size of a bean grain, like an aura entering the body, entered He Miaomiao's dantian without a sound, and there was no reaction.

"Miao Miao?" He Quanling couldn't believe it, he had seen the power of the flames just now, why had he been in the body for so long, and He Miaomiao was still standing upright?

He Zhengchu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly showed ecstasy, and said with some excitement: "You are lucky! Choose your own master's fire! Maybe you will give birth to spiritual wisdom in the future!"

"What?!Choose the master?" He Miaomiao was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and she didn't care about investigating the movements in her body, "The master is dead, can this fire still defect?" She felt very incredible, He Zhengchu had never talked about the strange fire, and she was now confused.

He Zhengchu knew that he would not be able to finish talking for a while, and it was not good to stay in the place of fighting for a long time, so he pulled back the black-clothed monk's storage bag and said:

"Pick up the storage bag first, and then go back to the Taniguchi Cave Mansion!"

He saw He Miaomiao put away the gray monk's storage bag, and only then did he release a large fireball, burning the entire grassland, and then constantly renovating the ground with earth-based spells, so that people could not see any traces of strange fire, so he took the two of them away quickly.