The bubbling black blood gushed out, and the pain in the heart made Ni Xiaoyan can't help but snort, the speed of the black evil flying sword is too fast, and Ni Xiaoyan can't catch up at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is there any other way?" "Even if you use all your spiritual power, you can't keep up with this speed, and on the other hand, it proves how terrifying the evil clan inside the sealing table must be.

"Hehe, you see that flying sword is not much slower!" The old demon seemed to know that Ni Xiaoyan would ask this, and said with a smile: "Your blood contains demon breath, and every time the flying sword is contaminated with your blood, his power will be less." ”

"Really?" Ni Xiaoyan came back to his senses and paid careful attention to the speed of the flying sword, the flying sword was stained with too much blood just now, and the speed was obviously slower this time, but this trace was not low enough for Ni Xiaoyan to be able to capture the speed.

Ni Xiaoyan is not stupid, the old demon has something to say, he can use the moment the flying sword pierces him to infiltrate the demon's bloodline breath, this is also a way, but unfortunately it is a helpless way.

After all, his strength was still too weak, and Ni Xiaoyan used all his energy to face the flying sword that pierced again.

After having the bottom in his heart, Ni Xiaoyan's heart became calm, as long as the flying sword did not pierce his vital point, Ni Xiaoxiang was confident that he could hold it for a long time, after cultivating the "Hundred Refining Demon Body" and after the transformation of the demon bloodline, Ni Xiaoyan's physical strength was no less than that of a demon beast that had entered the seventh order, and his strong body self-healing ability allowed him to recover as before, no matter what kind of injury he had, but he became stronger and stronger.

This kind of anti-heaven ability is like a demon in the eyes of cultivators, and Ni Xiaoyan's flight speed in mid-air has slowed down, which is used to strengthen the repair of wounds, and on the other hand, it is also to reduce the consumption of spiritual power.

But Wu Ke saw it in his eyes, thinking that Ni Xiaoyan had reached the moment of dying and struggling, and no longer spared the remaining spiritual power, the speed of the driving black evil flying sword increased, and the swishing sound left several wounds on Ni Xiaoyan's body.

As there were more and more wounds, the blood contaminated with the black evil flying sword also increased, and every time the flying sword entered the body, Ni Xiaoyan would encourage the breath of the demon blood to seep into the flying sword.

Qiu Yuan, who had been worried, couldn't see the doorway, his tears were blurred, and the roots of his teeth creaked, Lord Ni was seriously injured but still didn't give up, every time the fast flying sword stabbed Ni Xiaoyan's body, Qiu Yuan's heart was very painful, and in the end he couldn't help but roar angrily, shouting for Wu Ke to find him for revenge, but Wu Ke didn't pay attention to Qiu Yuan's roar at all, Qiu Yuan, who couldn't stand up in his eyes, was already a dead man, maybe he had to keep Qiu Yuan alive to eliminate the pain of his brother's loss.

In the later stage, Ni Xiaoyan completely became a bloody man, and the absence of a place on his body was complete, but his eyes were extremely resolute, and he had clearly felt that the Innocent Flying Sword was slower and slower, which was still driven by Wu Ke when he used his whole body spiritual power.

If Ni Xiaoyan used all his spiritual power, he believed that he was completely sure to catch the flying sword, but he didn't do it, there was only one chance, if he missed it, Wu Ke would definitely understand Ni Xiaoyan's purpose.

What's more, Wu Ke on the other side didn't notice the flying sword that had slowed down, and the strength of the others couldn't notice this subtle change.

There is only one chance! Ni Xiaoyan continued to emphasize himself, calmed down, endured the severe pain again and again, and secretly infiltrated the demonic bloodline breath into the flying sword, until the flying sword continued to leave five or six wounds on his body, Ni Xiaoyan finally secretly exerted his strength, condensed the spiritual power of the dantian and operated violently, and a small purple thunder talisman was pinched in his hand at the moment when the tip of the flying sword touched his chest.

Ni Xiaoyan shot out the small purple thunder talisman without hesitation, and the lightning slashed at Wu Ke who was shocked, and at this time, the flying sword cut through the skin at the same time, piercing into his body with a cold and ruthless aura, and Ni Xiaoyan held the sword body tightly between the lightning and flint with his other hand.

At this moment, he did it, and suddenly accumulated a strong demonic blood aura and poured into the flying sword, the shock on Wu Ke's face turned into horror, he never imagined that Ni Xiaoyan, who looked like he was about to die, would hold his flying sword in the last Jedi counterattack, but no matter how he released his spiritual power next, he couldn't drive the flying sword.

Could it be that he knew all the secrets of the flying sword? Thousands of thoughts were rolling in Wu Ke's mind, he must be captured alive, he must be captured alive. Wu Ke's desire to catch Ni Xiaoyan became stronger and stronger.

But the Black Evil Flying Sword was no longer under his control, and after avoiding the little purple thunderbolt, Wu Ke regained his composure and rushed forward.

Wave after wave, Ni Xiaoyan smiled helplessly, held the black evil flying sword and threw it into his storage bag, Wu Ke did not completely refine the flying sword, so as long as he used the demon bloodline breath to isolate the evil qi, he would become an ownerless thing.

It's my turn! Ni Xiaoyan summoned all his spiritual power, and his mentality became surprisingly peaceful, the more dangerous the time, the more peaceful his heart became, and more than a dozen small purple thunder talismans were all quietly taken out.

If these dozen or so tickets go down, even the cultivators of the Condensation Stage will either die or die, and it is really unwise for someone like Wu Ke to rush up rashly.

The faces of everyone below changed greatly, but some people were proud and some people were disappointed, but more people were curious and in awe of Ni Xiaoyan, a mysterious person.

In the eyes of Qiu Yuan and several cultivators together, it was admiration and pride, and Ni Xiaoyan became their myth, especially the few cultivators who followed Qiu Yuan before, with a light of reverence in their eyes, the peak cultivators of the foundation building period were legendary existences for them.

And Ni Xiaoyan is just a cultivator who has just entered the foundation building period, and fighting with peak cultivation is tantamount to asking for death for himself.

However, he did it, even if it was just to take the opponent's flying sword for himself, but in their eyes, it was already a huge victory.

Just as Wu Ke rushed over and was about to approach him, Ni Xiaoyan suddenly felt a slight change in the spiritual power fluctuations around Wu Ke, this change was very subtle, and he would never have noticed it without the ability to perceive it like Ni Xiaoyan.

With a flick of his fingers, Ni Xiaoyan changed his mind, and a small purple thunder talisman was tentatively thrown out, while the others quickly withdrew backwards.

Wu Ke was secretly frightened, the hidden back hand just now became useless, I thought it would be a preemptive strike, but I didn't expect this guy to always be unexpected.

Wu Ke avoided the little purple thunderbolt and continued to fly towards Ni Xiaoyan, this time he no longer had a secret hand, and several attack spirit runes shot in the direction of Ni Xiaoyan.

The Wu family's heritage is not comparable to Ni Xiaoyan, he had to retreat again and again, but this is not a way after all, in mid-air, the two flew around, and returned to the rhythm of catching up.

Half an hour passed, Ni Xiaoyan's eyes were already tired, and Wu Ke behind him felt better, but he couldn't catch a single hair of Ni Xiaoyan.

The people below were already dumbfounded, it was not easy for an early stage cultivator to last so long with a peak cultivator in the foundation building period, and the injuries on Ni Xiaoyan's body had not healed, this was simply a miracle.

However, what was even more shocking was Wu Ke, who knew very well that there was a big gap between the strength at the beginning of the foundation building period and the peak strength of the foundation building period, which was like a small Tan and a lake.