The more he fought, the more the Blood Soul Tiger wanted to vomit blood, because this kid named Fang Yuan had been engaged in guerrilla warfare with him, and he didn't give him a chance to get close at all, and every blow was like hitting cotton, empty, and very uncomfortable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he had the intention to force Fang Yuan to contact his white blade, this kid surnamed Fang was very good at his body, and he could always move his body slightly when he was at the last moment, and it was his stick that avoided the edge that wiped the corners of his clothes.

Although he has been fighting with Fang Shaoyuan, the Blood Soul Tiger still pays attention to Ji Ran's side from time to time, you must know that although there is a ban on that axe, the Blood Soul Tiger knows that if it drags on for a long time, Ji Ran will definitely be able to break the ban with brute force, and when the time comes, if the two join forces, he will be a little unbearable.

In fact, if it was placed in the past, the Blood Soul Tiger would not care about these details, in his opinion, if he drops ten times with one force, he encounters any opponent, and beats him with a stick, as long as his cultivation is not as good as his, he will be turned into a puddle of meat and his soul will be scattered.

However, it is different now, maybe it was because he accidentally lost nearly thirty percent of the blood in his body before, and it was fine at first, but after fighting with Fang Shaoyuan for a while, this body felt a little weak.

Even old troubles, which had been firmly suppressed, seem to be starting to make a move, showing signs of bottoming out.

With a difficult opponent on one side and an old trauma on the other, the Blood Soul Tiger had the idea of avoiding the edge for a while, but then the pride of being the king made him crush this idea at once, and he mustered up the strength to continue to attack.

Although the Blood Soul Tiger insisted on continuing to fight at this time, he planned to change his tactics, originally he wanted to take down Fang Shaoyuan to win the innate spirit treasure, but it seemed to be a little difficult to do at present, so he was ready to change the goal, take the opportunity to get rid of Fang Shaoyuan, and take back the axe first.

It's just that what Blood Soul Tiger didn't expect was that his opponent seemed to see his actions and actually entangled him desperately, even hitting him a few times with his sword and stick.

At this time, the Blood Soul Tiger realized that the strength of this guy named Fang Yuan was not small, and although the strength from the stick was worse than him, it was not much different.

Fang Shaoyuan's face looked a little pale after a few consecutive hard encounters with the Blood Soul Tiger's stick, but the taste of the Blood Soul Tiger should also be uncomfortable, otherwise, according to the personality of the Blood Soul Tiger, I am afraid that I would like to have a few more collisions like this, and I will definitely take the initiative to attack and force Fang Shaoyuan to continue to resist him, instead of being a little timid like now, one will attack close and the other will fight far away.

Whether it was a melee battle or a long-range attack, Fang Shaoyuan only reported one thing, that is, he must not let the Blood Soul Tiger leave the battle circle, which would affect Ji Ran's recapture of the ancestral axe.

Seeing Fang Shaoyuan stubbornly entangled himself and couldn't get out, the Blood Soul Tiger's eyes revealed a trace of ruthlessness.

Suddenly, Fang Shaoyuan felt that the Blood Soul Tiger seemed to be manic all of a sudden, and put on a posture of attacking with all his might, the moves were heavy, the stick shadow was overturned, and the blood and qi were surging, which was clearly the rhythm of wanting to fight Fang Shaoyuan to the death.

To be honest, since Fang Shaoyuan became a Yang God, his soul body has been extremely condensed under the training of Heavenly Thunder, which can enable him to have a few hard encounters with a body forging powerhouse like the Blood Soul Tiger.

However, to say that Fang Shaoyuan could completely withstand this kind of violent attack, it was naturally impossible, after parrying dozens of times with all his strength, Fang Shaoyuan finally couldn't help but turn pale, couldn't suppress the churning in his body, and opened his mouth to spew out a breath of soul energy.

Whether it is an ordinary person, a monk or an immortal, as long as there is a physical body, blood naturally flows, so it is normal for injuries to bleed.

As a Yang God, Fang Shaoyuan does not have a physical body in the true sense, his body is based on his soul and condensed by the fusion of mana, once he is injured, such as being cut on the surface of his body, what is revealed is not blood, but soul qi, referred to as soul qi.

This kind of soul energy is a fusion of soul and mana, flowing in the body in a special way, if the injury is too serious, the soul loss is too much, there will also be a risk of death, and this death is the real death, the soul is scattered, nothing can be left.

After blocking the Blood Soul Tiger a few times, Fang Shaoyuan was still traumatized after all, and spewed out a breath of soul qi.

Fortunately, Fang Shaoyuan is a yang god, this soul qi is not the same as blood, the blood spurts out, and then swallowing it back will not have any effect on replenishing blood, but the soul qi is different, even if it is spurted out, as long as it is swallowed back after it has not dissipated, it can still be regarded as replenished.

"Yang God?" The Blood Soul Tiger was obviously a little puzzled by the fact that Fang Shaoyuan was spewing soul energy instead of blood, and couldn't help but blurt out.

This is also Fang Shaoyuan's soul body condensed since he became a Yang God, without the slightest leakage of soul energy, it looks like an ordinary person, which makes the Blood Soul Tiger misunderstand Fang Shaoyuan's true identity.

However, the Blood Soul Tiger was not slow, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately danced a long stick, and before Fang Shaoyuan could take back all the soul qi that spewed out, he dispersed a quarter of it.

Fang Shaoyuan, who had only recovered three-quarters of his soul qi, was also distressed by this, this soul qi was the same as blood, the blood was lost, and it would not take long for it to be automatically replenished, but the soul qi was different, it took a long time to slowly cultivate, and it was also a kind of damage to the soul.

He didn't wait for Fang Shaoyuan to feel distressed for long, but he heard the Blood Soul Tiger's mouth start to chant for some reason, and one of his hands was actually spread flat with the palm facing up.

What shocked Fang Shaoyuan the most was that a small gray mist-like thing slowly condensed in the palm of this Blood Soul Tiger.

Immediately, Fang Shaoyuan's heart suddenly throbbed, as if something inappropriate was about to happen, and a voice in his heart kept shouting that he couldn't let the Blood Soul Tiger go on like this, it would be fatal if he continued like this.

It's just that when Fang Shaoyuan was about to make a move, he had just danced the Broken God Nether Sword, and a condensed sword qi was being conceived at the tip of the sword, he felt as if he was entangled in the depths of his soul by a rope, causing it to disperse the mana around his body at once.

The sword qi at the tip of the sword dissipated instantly, and Fang Shaoyuan felt that this invisible rope was getting tighter and tighter, causing his whole body strength to gradually dissipate, just like a fish out of water, opening his mouth wide and wanting to breathe, but he could never inhale the oxygen he needed.

"Brother Fang, be careful, this is the Wu Clan's Killing Curse!" Ji Ran also sensed the situation on Fang Shaoyuan's side at this time, and immediately stopped attacking, and rushed forward while shouting anxiously to interrupt the Blood Soul Tiger's spell.

"Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan!" The voice of the Blood Soul Tiger continued to come out, getting louder and louder, more and more urgent, like an echo in the valley, constantly floating in the air.

"Uh!" Fang Shaoyuan had already let go of the Broken God Nether Sword in his hand at this time, knelt on one knee, supported the ground with one hand and tried not to let himself fall, and at the same time his face turned pale, looking at the Blood Soul Tiger with a helpless and desperate look.