"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ......

The tornado formed by the condensation of hundreds of wind blades enveloped the four women of Mu Qing.

Mu Qing held a pale yellow talisman, and spiritual power was instilled on the talisman, raising a golden barrier the size of a zhang.

However, the number of wind blades is too large.

Each wind blade is as sharp as a knife, and the spiritual power barrier cannot isolate all the wind blades at all.

The wind blade that broke through the barrier cut through their delicate skin, leaving shocking wounds one after another.

In a few moments, the clothes of the four people were cut to pieces, and they became pieces of tattered rags, covering the blood-drenched delicate bodies below.

"He must have done it on purpose!"

The clothes on his calves and back had been cut to pieces by the wind blade, Mu Qing's face was pale, and he said hatefully: "He is humiliating us." ”

Indeed, according to the power of this wind blade, if it were directly slashed at their fragile bodies, I am afraid that they would have been seriously injured.

But this room style seems to be deliberate, controlling the power of the wind blade, and after cutting the clothes, at most it will only hurt the flesh and blood, but it will not cause fatal damage.

Speaking of this, Mu Qing's eyes glanced at the situation of the three senior sisters behind him, and all of them were already unclothed.

The red blood flowed down from the wound, staining most of the skin, which was very embarrassing and miserable.

"Senior Sister Mu, what should we do, that guy's strength is too strong, we don't have the strength to resist at all. "Senior Sister Zhao's body is already shaky, she has been injured by Fang Qufeng before.

Although the Wind Blade didn't hurt her, the amount of blood that flowed out made her injuries even worse.

"Let's run away, there's still a chance of survival. The petite girl had fear in her eyes.

She thought of the rumors of Yin Yang and Hepai.

All the female monks who were caught by them and became the Ding Furnace had a very miserable ending.

Even if they survived, they were delirious and insane, and they were even more terrifying than death.

"I can't escape, once I lose the protection of Jin Weifu, I will be killed by these wind blades in an instant!" Enduring the physical pain, Mu Qing glanced at the wind blades dancing in the sky outside the barrier, shook his head, and denied the idea of escaping.

"Then what should we do, wait for death, Jin Weifu's spiritual power will be almost exhausted. The petite girl was already trembling with fright, and her eyes were full of despair.

Among the four people, except for Mu Qing, there was the sickly soft woman, who was relatively calm, and she held back the fear in her heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior Sister Mu, you can escape with something! With your strength, if you flee alone, even if you are a monk of the Eight Heavens of Imperial Qi, it will be difficult to kill you." ”

"We will only be a burden to you, remember to inform the sect and avenge us. ”

Hearing the girl's voice, Senior Sister Zhao and the petite woman were all silent.

Indeed, with Mu Qing's strength, if he wants to leave, there should be a glimmer of life.

But as soon as Mu Qing left, they were really certain to die.

"I won't go alone!"

Shaking his head, Mu Qingqiao's face was calm, and then he said solemnly: "You maintain Jin Weifu, I will make the last fight!"

As soon as he spoke, Mu Qing didn't wait for the three of them to speak, and then stuffed Jin Weifu into their hands.

Immediately, an unusually strong momentum suddenly revived from her body.

has been on the side, with a playful look on his face, admiring the wind style of his wind blade separating the clothes of the four women, at the moment when Mu Qing's momentum surged.

Finally restrained the comfort on his expression.

"Interesting, do you want to use the Spirit Root Method to make a last fight!"

In the face of the Dharma of the peak monk of the Six Heavens of Imperial Qi, Fang Qufeng did not dare to be careless, and immediately cheered up the spirit of the twelve.

Normally, in a life-and-death struggle, unless there is no hope, no monk would choose to cast the Spiritual Root Dharma.

Because once the Dharma phase comes, after a short period of strength, it will usher in extreme weakness.

If it weren't for the fight for a glimmer of life, how could Mu Qing take this step.

"Chirp!" A pleasant birdsong came from Mu Qing's body, and she saw a white spirit bird, above her head, emerging out of thin air.

This is a spirit bird with white feathers as white as snow, and its appearance does not have the ferocious aura that usually occurs when the spirit root descends.

On the contrary, in its melodious birdsong, it gives people a sense of peace.

"Ethereal Bird!"

Seeing the spirit bird descending above Mu Qing's head, the three senior sisters who knew her spiritual roots quite well showed a little hope on their faces.

Mu Qing's strength is not weak, but the enemy is too strong.

But once Mu Qing really worked hard, even if he was a Qi Eight Heavenly Cultivator, it would be difficult to win without paying a price.

This is also the reason why the three of them believe in her so much and are so deferential to her, a person who is obviously a junior sister.

"Dementor sound!" Mu Qing's momentum, after the arrival of the ethereal bird, climbed all the way, and he was not afraid of facing the style of Fang Qu.

After the three Dementors shouted, her hands had already formed a magic seal.

"Wow!"

The Ethereal Bird Law Aspect suddenly roared in the sky, and an invisible fluctuation, centered on it, roared towards the wind of the house.

"Divine Sense Attack!" Fang Qufeng's face showed a rare trace of solemnity, he didn't dare to be careless, and his hands quickly slapped towards the ground.

A small tornado suddenly rose, and the wind whistled and firmly guarded Fang Qufeng.

Although it was clear that Mu Qing's blow was a divine sense attack, Fang Qufeng still had to defend in this way.

After all, the Divine Sense Attack was extremely difficult for a Qi Realm cultivator to practice, and naturally it was also extremely difficult to defend against.

At the same time, the ripples of divine consciousness from the ethereal bird's roar had already hit.

After touching the wind wall in front of Fang Qufeng, there was only a slight pause, and then he drove straight in.

Take the room straight and go.

"Roar!" The strength of the Eight Heavens of Imperial Qi exploded without reservation, and Fang Qufeng protected his body with spiritual power, wanting to block that divine sense attack from his body.

Unfortunately, it still didn't work.

That fluctuation hit his body directly.

"Poof!" his body shook, and Fang Qufeng spurted out a large mouthful of red blood.

Even in the ears, there were blood stains gurgling out, and for a while, the cloak was quite embarrassed.

It's a pity that Mu Qing's blow to the net still didn't knock him down, and Fang Qufeng's figure stood firmly.

It's just that in the eyes, there is no longer lewdness, but instead there is infinite killing intent.

"I will cut off your delicate skin with a knife. The sleeves gently brushed away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, Fang Qufeng's eyes stared at Mu Qing, and his hoarse voice was gloomy and terrifying.

On the other side, with the sound of the ethereal bird's soul dementor, Mu Qing had exhausted his spiritual power, his delicate body shook, and he fell to the ground softly.

"It's over!" This time it wasn't just Mu Qing's face that turned pale, the other three were already desperate.

Mu Qing's desperate blow didn't knock down Fang Qufeng, what else could defeat him.

"Give me death!" Fang Qufeng never expected that he would be injured by a mere woman of the Sixth Heaven of Imperial Qi, which was undoubtedly humiliating to him.

What does he care about at the moment, now he just wants to kill the four people in front of him and vent his anger.

As the sound of Fang Qufeng sounded, the hundreds of wind blades surrounding Mu Qing and the four of them seemed to be under control.

There was no room left, and he roared and wrenched towards the four of them.

Without the support of Mu Qing's spiritual power, Jin Weifu's barrier only lasted less than a breath before it was cut to pieces.

"Is this going to die!"

Tiredly closing his eyelids, which were weak due to the depletion of spiritual power, the corners of Mu Qing's mouth carried a trace of bitterness.

and his three senior sisters, helplessly waiting for death.

She was powerless to resist.

Seeing that Mu Qing and the four of them were about to die under these hundred wind blades, in this instant.

Sudden mutations.

Countless pieces of withered yellow leaves condensed out of thin air around Mu Qing and the four of them.

I saw that the countless blades, as soon as they appeared, they competed with the hundreds of wind blades around them.

As soon as the two met each other, they suddenly collided.

Under the horrified gaze of Mu Qing and the others, the leaves that seemed to be smaller than the wind blade directly suppressed the wind blade.

The sound of crackling like swords striking each other rang in their ears continuously.

By the time they recovered from their shock, the blade of the wind that had forced them to misery had been cut down by the withered yellow leaves.

"The road is facing the sky, and each side is on one side!Which Taoist friend cares about my Fang Qufeng's affairs?" his eyes widened, and the anger on Fang Qufeng's face had already filled his entire face, and he looked around the valley mouth, and the faint threat in his tone was self-evident.

But it seems, his threats didn't play a role.

In the midst of the fury of the Fangqu Storm, ten vines burst out of the ground like giant pythons.

directly tied him up strongly.

"!" the wind blade was broken, to the point of being restrained by vines.

Fang Qufeng obviously hadn't come back to his senses yet, and immediately scolded angrily, but he didn't dare to be careless in his heart.

He can easily break his wind blade and control himself silently.

The person who made a secret move, Xiu Wei is obviously not under himself.

Immediately, all the cultivation of his body exploded, and the surging spiritual power came out of his body, wanting to break the vines that bound him.

As a result, he was very surprised to find that he couldn't shake these vines in the slightest.

The monk who was dignified and controlled by the Eight Heavens shook with all his strength, and not even a single vine was shattered.

Just in the midst of Fang Qufeng's horror, a fist-sized flower bud slowly grew out from the top of the vine in front of him under his surprised gaze.

Looking at this bright flower bone up close, a strong sense of crisis arises.

It was a taste of death that hadn't appeared in Fang Qufeng's heart for a long time.

"Roar!" The feeling of being on the back made the pores of Fang Qufeng's body shrink together.

I no longer dare to have the slightest hand, and directly play my strongest hole card.

A fan-shaped magic vessel printed with a peach blossom pattern on one side was under the control of Fang Qufeng, and it burst out of its sea of qi.

And the back room was frantically injecting his spiritual power into the fan-shaped magic weapon.

The peach blossoms in the fan-shaped magic vessel, under the infusion of abundant spiritual power, seem to come to life.

The fragrant peach blossoms directly broke through the shackles of the magic weapon and landed on the vines.

The vines that couldn't be broken with all the strength of the Fang Qu style, at the moment when the peach blossoms fell, were unbelievably broken.

Turned into a little bit of spiritual power and dissipated in the air.

It seems that those peach blossoms can easily defeat all the things that condense spiritual power.

"It's a thousand-year-old lightning strike wood, refined into a spirit fan. ”

Although I don't know who helped him, the person who secretly made the move directly suppressed Fang Qufeng as soon as he appeared, which made Mu Qing's eyes, who was already disheartened, brighten.

Moreover, she seemed to know the origin of the peach blossom fan, and immediately endured the weakness of her body, and said loudly: "The scattered spirit fan is the same as the mind of the driver, and if you lose everything, directly attack the scattered spirit fan, and those peach blossoms will be self-defeating!"

"Huh!" As if hearing Mu Qing's reminder, the dead leaves that originally guarded the four of them rose directly into the sky, comparable to blades as sharp as knives, and went straight to the Scattered Spirit Fan.

"Ding!"

It's obviously just a dead leaf, but there is a crisp sound of weapons striking each other when it is slashed on top of the scattered spirit fan.

The Scattering Spirit Fan, although it has the effect of breaking the spirit, is extremely fragile. After being attacked, it was directly closed.

Falling in mid-air.

As for the peach blossoms that came out of the fan, they directly turned into bits of light and dissipated.

Half of the ten vines were defeated by the Scattered Spirit Fan, but half of them were still bound by Fang Qufeng.

He is also an extremely decisive person, and when he saw that the peach blossom fan was broken, he knew that it was time to fight hard.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he had to urge the spiritual root in his body to make a desperate fight.

"Hmph!" As if he had guessed Fang Qufeng's plan, a cold snort came from behind Mu Qing and the others.

With the sound of the sound, only four or five vines remained, which restrained the style of Fang Qu, and suddenly doubled.

The volume has doubled, but the strength has doubled.

The vines were like ferocious dragons, frantically tightening Fang Qufeng's body.

Forced all his bones to crackle and moan in pain.

As for Fang Qufeng himself, his face turned red, and his whole body trembled with pain. It was a move that he wanted to use to cast the Spirit Root Method.

Moreover, on the vine that bound him, a flower bud finally reached the condensation point of release under the urging of spiritual power.

Began its death bloom!

"Boom!!" A bright light erupted from the flower bud.

The violent spiritual power submerged Fang Qufeng in it.

Mu Qing and the other four were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the bombardment with a strong aura of death.

Obviously, they didn't think that Fang Qufeng would survive such a terrifying energy bombardment.

For a moment, all four of them had a sense of unreality.

The ** that forced them into a desperate situation just now, from the appearance of dead leaves, to the death bloom in front of them.

Less than ten breaths of time.

That evil cultivator of the Eight Heavens of Imperial Qi had no power to resist at all, and the battle was already over.

What kind of cultivation is this person who secretly helps them?

Imperial Qi Nine Heavens?Or a half-step body realm?

Suddenly, Mu Qing, who was already stunned, seemed to sense something, and swept away.

Look behind you.

There, a one-armed young figure appeared less than three feet behind the four of them.

Just when Mu Qing looked at the young man.

He seemed to be aware of it, and also glanced at Mu Qing, his handsome face with a warm smile.

"See you again!"

The bland greeting is like the meeting of two acquaintances.