The middle-aged male cultivator has the early breath of Jindan, much more stable than Jia Zhongzheng, looking at his bells and whistles and the look of looking down on his "companions" back then, he knows that he has mixed well in the Yin and Yang Sect over the years.

At least he didn't have a lewd and flattering smile on his face.

He Miaomiao remembered that when Jia Zhongzheng mentioned him that day, he was even more angry than when he mentioned Ding Qiushan, and he couldn't wait to crush his teeth, staring at the formation red mist viciously and said: "If you can let Li Xiuming come and accompany you, you will die without regrets!"

At this moment, Li Xiuming was standing in front of her, and she could finally understand a little bit of Jia Zhongzheng's hatred.

In the past, they were all Ding Qiushan's lackeys, but after advancing to Jindan, one was still a lackey, but the other had soared and become another Yuanying real person Neifeng deacon, on an equal footing with Ding Qiushan.

The most important thing is that this soaring person is not an easy person, looking at his eyes soaring to the sky, you know that he is not less cold to the old horizontal eyebrows on weekdays.

"Dao Friendship is a big hand, I don't know if I want to lead me here, what advice do you have?"

Li Xiuming stopped at a high altitude not far away, and while He Miaomiao looked at him, he was also secretly observing.

The female cultivator in front of her seemed to be smiling lightly, but she looked indifferent and ruthless, with a deep spiritual breath and a good momentum, and she knew that she had no good intentions at a glance.

It's just that her face is too unfamiliar, and it is completely out of his memory, so he can't remember where he made an enmity with her.

He tried to inquire first to see if he could resolve it, after all, fighting with a monk who couldn't figure out the way of strength was not in the preparation when he came.

He Miaomiao's smile deepened when she heard this, but her tone was not very polite: "I'm not idle, I'm not in a hurry, I came all the way to teach you?

Before the words fell, nine red lights were violent, with a hot and violent aura, roaring from around her and rushing forward.

The formless and qualitative sword qi is mixed with the fire spirit of the black kite, like a hand with murderous intent in the dark, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will choke the other party's throat!

Every three red rays of light intertwined, condensing into a rapidly rotating rope of light in the air, and wherever it went, the aura stagnated, and instantly exploded again, forming countless whirlpools that killed people.

Before the sword qi arrived, Li Xiuming had already felt that the killing intent was rushing towards his face, and the violent fire spirit and violent sword qi contained in it, he didn't dare to face it at all!

At the same time that the defensive magic weapons of his body were activated in unison, he had already turned sharply with the flying sword, and at the same time, a strangely shaped silver long knife soared in momentum, and rushed straight to He Miaomiao's side when he waved his sleeves.

The blade is bladed on both sides, one side is smooth and sharp, and the other side extends out of nine dark thorns, which are silver and blue, as if they are highly poisonous.

The sword qi split the aura, passed by the sword qi and fire spirit, and turned sharply in the air, flashing from He Miaomiao's sideways direction to behind her, almost without any pause, rushing towards the place where her heart was!

He Miaomiao swung out several swords in an instant, and with a single thought, he recalled the six short swords, and the speed at which he turned around had reached the limit of the Jindan stage.

She didn't dodge or dodge, her eyes were firmly waved at the long knife and her sleeves, and the short sword carried six sharp mangs, like a crescent moon hanging high above the Blood Moon Realm.

The red moon-like red light burned in the air, and the flames collided with the long knife fiercely, and the deafening loud sound echoed in the mountains, startling the surrounding low-level demon beasts hiding in their nests and shivering.

The burning short sword and the long knife were entangled, and the other three with sword qi, under the control of He Miaomiao, went straight to Li Xiu's Minghai Dantian.

Separating the divine sense to control the two short swords may be difficult for others, but it is extremely easy for He Miaomiao. The three swords were unstoppable, and she strengthened her spiritual power and injected them into it, making it even faster, leaving almost no traces in the air.

The sword moves are amazingly fast, and dozens of killing moves have been made between the lightning and flint, Li Xiuming can resist one or two at first, but the natal magic weapon is entangled, and the strength he exerts is weaker than usual, and when he encounters this strong attack, he has to retreat and defend with all his might.

He was shocked and suspicious in his heart, he couldn't figure out where he provoked the god-killing figure in front of him, and he thought of a few foundation building disciples below, and finally found a key person!

"Does Daoyou have an enmity with Ding Qiushan? I have long been out of harmony with him, Daoist friends should not hurt good people by mistake!"

Seeing that he was polite under the offensive, He Miaomiao only felt ridiculous, worthy of being a person who had followed Ding Qiushan, all of them changed their faces faster than the sky!

Taking advantage of his distraction to hint at reconciliation, He Miaomiao immediately accelerated the speed of her attack, and her spiritual power instantly skyrocketed, her hair and dress were windless, and her sleeves waved her sense, causing the black kite to hum!

Dozens of swords were waved in front of him in the blink of an eye, shocking Li Xiuming to use all his spiritual power, using all his strength to defend, the flying swords under his feet kept turning, trying to escape from this place, but he could always be accurately blocked by one sword after another, and there was no way to escape at all!

The sword qi was fierce and domineering, piercing his defensive aura little by little, inch by inch, he strengthened the output of spiritual power again and again, but felt powerless and desperate again and again.

Obviously they are of the same level, but the other party seems to be a few small realms higher, whether it is divine sense or attack, they are constantly exceeding the limit of what he can imagine. He felt that the short sword was not the opponent's natal magic weapon, and he was even more shocked and frightened, and he had a bad premonition in his heart, and he couldn't disperse it for a long time.

Seeing that there was no hope of reconciliation, Li Xiuming could only grit his teeth and resolve to fight to the death, his defensive aura was already flickering and about to dissipate, but when he sacrificed a black square tripod, it instantly condensed into a cover, firmly enveloping him in it.

It's just that this tripod is a spiritual weapon, and after the sacrifice, most of the spiritual power in his body was immediately drained, and only the last two percent were left, which were all injected into the rune treasure in his hand.

It's a matter of success or failure!

At this time, Li Xiuming's heart was a lot more stable, let her strength be strong, her sword aura was domineering, and as soon as the fourth-order low-grade rune treasure came out, it was like a full blow from the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and he didn't believe that the other party could resist it!

Ling Ding resisted the last few sword qi as he expected, and only flickered for a moment under this attack, and immediately stabilized the light.

He was determined in his heart, and looked into the distance through the spiritual light, only to see the sword qi emitted by the Fu Bao, with a bit of coercion similar to the sword momentum, and even the grass and trees in the distance were shattered!

Li Xiuming sneered with pride, in his opinion, He Miaomiao's defensive skirt was just a second-order magic weapon, and there was no aura of defensive magic weapons on his head and waist at all, only a covered jade pendant on his neck, exuding a faint red light.

With such a rudimentary defense, you will definitely die with no corpses left!

The thought in his heart had just arisen, but he saw that the fierce sword qi was like a mud cow entering the sea, quietly sinking into the red light that could be extinguished at any time!

How is it possible! Li Xiuming wanted to exclaim, but at the same time as the rune treasure attacked, the female cultivator not far away had already smashed his natal magic weapon, withdrew the short sword and condensed nine into one, and swung a fatal blow at him!