Chang An looked at this scene with a sneer, the more crazy Zu Liren was, the happier he was in his heart, because only when people were crazy, they would not notice some abnormalities, such as him who was getting closer and closer to the battle range. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The piano box behind him had already been put into the storage bag by him, and the fan sword contained in the piano box was firmly grasped by Chang'an in his hand, listening to the words of the same fate shouted from Zu Li's mouth in a rage, the sneer on the corner of Chang'an's mouth became even stronger.

The spiritual power blade with a power of 1,000 meters in the previous blow is now less than 300 meters, and the attack range continues to weaken with the crazy consumption in the spiritual sea of the ancestral dantian. And Chang'an is like a wolf, with cold eyes, hiding in the desert, not blinking, waiting for the best time.

Zu Liren didn't have time to think about it at all, the gaze that had been falling on him as if nothing, his eyes were red, staring at the sand beasts flying in the sky, and suddenly he kept pointing at his chest, and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist.

This blood mist spewed out, and the essence blood contained in it made the dense sand beasts roar wildly, and the depressed Zu Liren laughed hideously, and even said incomprehensible words in his mouth, only to see the blood mist that permeated the surroundings, suddenly scattered, but all the sand beasts that were contaminated by it, all their bodies exploded, turned into blood and water, and splashed on other sand beasts.

And the other sand beasts almost at the moment when the blood touched the body, it also exploded, and under the overlook, this scene was extremely terrifying, the circle of blood mist that continued to spread, like ripples on the surface of the water, spread thousands of kilometers away, and only then no sand beast survived.

Looking at the desert stained red by blood, and the rich blood qi that permeated the four airs, Chang'an, which was hundreds of miles away, suddenly felt that in the desert below, there seemed to be a creature passing through it, drilling in the direction where Zu Liren was, under the scan of spiritual sense, there were no less than 100,000, and this was only the direction of Chang'an, and the sand beasts in other places, at the same time, were attracted by this strong smell of blood, and they continued to emerge like a tide.

Zu Liren, who was pale and had a sluggish breath, didn't say a word, took advantage of this gap, jumped out, didn't look back, and fled into the distance, how could he know that just when he was spitting blood mist from his mouth, a strange handle, without any light, silently broke through the air, passed through the blood mist, and went straight behind him.

A huge gathering of stems prompted Zu Liren to subconsciously look back, just in time to see the place where he passed, as if separating the space, pushing away the layers of corrugated fan swords. His pupils shrank, his face changed immediately, he didn't think about it, he immediately slapped the dust with his hand, lifted his right hand, like picking up a chicken, grabbed the dust spirit beast, and threw it in front of him.

A sharp birdsong sounded, but I saw that the spirit beast that was caught by Zu Liren turned into a white crane with a body of ten zhang long, a pointed beak and a phoenix crown, and a snow-white body under the huge bang.

This white crane is the flying spirit beast under the feet of the place where Zu Liren entered the battlefield before, and let Wu Pengjing also explained to Chang'an that this white crane is the dust beast spirit in the hands of Zu Liren, and unless it is a last resort, Zu Liren will not use the dust beast spirit as a meat shield to resist attacks, and looking at this, a trace of regret suddenly appeared in Chang'an's heart.

Can force the Zu Liren to resist with the beast spirit, in Chang'an's speculation, I am afraid that the Zu Liren storage bag has no extra defensive magic weapon, compared to life, the beast spirit that was cherished in the past, now it has become the Zu Liren can abandon the chess pieces at any time, as long as the dust magic weapon in his hand is still there, he said that he is catching a more powerful spirit beast and refining it into the spirit of the dust, which will definitely make the dust level jump to a higher quality.

Although Chang'an had remorse in his heart, the action of the fan sword rushing towards Zu Liren did not stop, and at the same time, the white crane that was summoned by Zu Liren, under the injection of Zu Liren's remaining spiritual power, suddenly looked up to the sky, opened his mouth and spewed out a white beam, and went straight to the nearby fan sword.

When the white beam of light hit the fan sword, it slowed down for a moment, but it still couldn't stop the terrifying weight of the fan sword, and in Zu Liren's widening pupils, he directly met the beam and hit Bai He's body fiercely.

Under the miserable birdsong, the white crane immediately spit blood, slammed into green smoke, turned back upside down, and burrowed into the dust, while the white crane spit blood, Zu Liren also spit out a mouthful of blood, under the strong weight of the fan sword, directly through the green smoke turned by the white crane, and hit the spiritual cover around Zu Liren.

The huge thrust turned into terrifying pressure in the blink of an eye, and under a circle of diffuse air waves, the spirit shield that hit it shattered instantly, and Zu Li's body, like a short-term kite, fell from mid-air and plunged into the desert.

All this happened, only in the blink of an eye, and there was no room for people to react for half a minute, and Chang'an grasped the timing of this tricky, just when Zu Liren was about to summon the pill from the storage bag to swallow, seize the right opportunity, when Zu Liren can react, it is too late.

What Zu Liren didn't expect was that there were monks in this vicinity, and with his knowledge, he could almost guess that this strange giant sword with spiritual power was obviously a magic weapon refined by monks, and he only cared about fleeing, and he didn't notice that there were people nearby, which allowed Chang'an to seize the opportunity.

What surprised him even more was that the weight of this strange fan sword was almost terrifying, the white crane was originally cultivated only in the middle of Jindan, after four hundred years of cultivation and countless materials refining, it was only promoted to the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but under the blow of this sword, not only directly shattered the original form, but even implicated him, who was already seriously injured, and even injured even more and more injured.

What made him even more angry was that this strange giant sword happened to choose to attack when he was running away, so it can only show that the person who shot it has been nearby for a long time, and has been watching from the sidelines, and the strange giant sword attack is silent, even if he reacts, he doesn't have much time to resist, if it is in normal times, let alone being able to sneak attack successfully, it is not easy to even get close, and how can he be seriously injured.

As soon as he thought of this, the Zu Liren who stood up in the desert had a hideous expression, and the figure that was most likely to sneak attack him suddenly appeared in his mind, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Wu Pengjing... You come out to Lao Tzu, four hundred years ago, you attacked me once, and this time you attacked me, my ancestors set up people, and swore to die with you..."

Looking at the fan sword that attacked him in mid-air, he suddenly turned his head and flew in one direction, and in the roar of Zu Liren, mixed with gloomy and vicious resentment, even if it caused Chang'an, whose breath was hidden in the distance, he suddenly felt a faint chill in his heart.

In response to Zu Liren's voice, there are only the sand beasts that keep emerging around him, he and Wu Pengjing are endless, but he has killed so many sand beasts, he has long thought that the sand beasts will never die with him, and even Chang'an, which is hiding in the distance, is almost ignored by the sand beasts, ignoring it, and all of them are emerging towards Zu Liren.

The spiritual power left in the body is no longer enough for Zu Liren to start a big battle here, in addition to fleeing for his life, or running for his life, no matter whether the person who attacked him from a distance is Wu Pengjing or not, Zu Liren has no time to pay attention to these, and the future life full of anger and resentment is just to delay the other party.

Looking at the fan sword that flew back, Chang'an's face immediately became gloomy, before he was aware, but just now, I was afraid that in order to expose where he was, the spiritual consciousness attached to the fan sword tried its best to control the fan sword to stagnate in the air, but this fan sword suddenly emerged A strange energy, directly dispelled the spiritual sense he controlled, I thought that the fan sword would leave him, who would have thought that this fan sword would return to him by itself, as if to invite him for credit, and the whole body emitted a strange aura that made Chang'an Du frightened.

This breath is very heavy, as heavy as the weight of a fan sword, that diffuses all around, as if a mountain appears out of thin air, as if a powerful breath appeared, when it overflows, the desert within a radius of 100 meters is directly pressed, if it is not for Chang'an's quick response, I am afraid that all hiding places can be released by the breath of the fan sword, pressing out a thousand-meter-deep pit.

Suppressing the strange ripples of the fan sword in his heart, Chang An crawled out of the sand pit, sneered at the Zu Liren who was besieged by the sand beasts, and suddenly a rich spiritual power full of desolate aura made Chang'an look at the other side.

In the place where Chang'an looked at him, there was a huge skeleton with a length of 100 zhang, half of which had been buried deep in the wind and sand, and the breath that made his heart throb was in the desert under this skeleton.

Just now, I was still wondering how the flood beast that fought with the sand beast disappeared before, but seeing this skeleton at this moment, Chang'an instantly understood, and at the same time, a picture appeared in his mind, which was the flood beast that he and Wu Pengjing came to the beginning of the Fanming battlefield and entered a forbidden place to chase and kill them.

At that time, Chang'an still remembered very clearly, and under his own inquiry, Wu Pengjing told him that this beast was full of treasures for refining magic weapons, especially bones, and Hong Dan in the body of the beast.

The hardness of its bones, even if it is a strong person in the realm of melting the sky, it is impossible to break it under the full attack, not to mention the Hong Dan of the Flood Beast, just the fetal membrane that wraps the Hong Beast Hong Dan is the best choice for refining a powerful magic weapon, and the powerful spiritual power contained in the Hong Dan is a great supplement for the monk.

It's a pity that the strength of this beast is too strong, the horror of the physical defense, even if it is under the siege of the later stage of the digital Yuan Infant, it is impossible to subdue it, even if it is greedy, but it is powerless to take it, Zu Liren pursues the beast, but it is not because he can kill the beast, but with the power of the beast, remove the prohibition along the way of the land of nothingness, who knows the appearance of the vortex rift, even he and the beast are teleported to this barren desert together.

And the powerful Hong Beast, even if the body is too hard, but unfortunately in front of countless sand beasts that have gone forward and succeeded, it still ends up being gnawed, and its bone marrow is also a great supplement for the sand beast, but because its bones are hard and abnormal, the sand beast naturally gives up, and the same hard Hong Dan is also left in the desert.