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The blade is coming. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Ran The red-eyed python lizard was furious, and he did not avoid biting Tang Yun's head and devouring it, and in an instant, a column of blood gushed out from the headless corpse, which was four or five meters high.

Burst!

The red-eyed python also paid the price for his recklessness, and the moment he paused to bite Tang Yun's head, Qin Feng's bone knife also slashed down after him, leaving a deep scar on his back.

"Howl!" The red-eyed python was in pain, and its giant tail with barbs flung towards Qin Feng, and at the same time, the rune paper on its head also began to spontaneously combust at the moment of injury......

"Beast, suffer death!" Qin Feng was not afraid, and resisted the giant tail thrown by the red-eyed python with a knife.

Bang!

Under the heavy blow of the giant tail like steel and iron bones, the tiger's mouth cracked, Qin Feng almost didn't hold the bone knife in his hand, and even his feet were pressed into the mud.

How could a martial cultivator be afraid of hand-to-hand combat, Qin Feng shouted angrily: "Eat me again!"

"Daoyou Qin Feng, I'm here to help you!" He Mou is also quite brave, after all, no matter how bad he can enter the outer gate, he has a few hands, controlling the flying sword to hit the red-eyed python.

"Poof!" He Mou controlled the flying sword and suddenly turned, this glance was quite tricky, and stabbed straight into the eyes of the red-eyed python lizard. The red-eyed python finally showed a hint of jealousy, and it was as if it was stabbed in the jaw by a flying sword.

"Howl!" the red-eyed python roared in pain, and the man stood up. A pair of front claws swooped down on Qin Feng, coming fiercely, Qin Feng could only avoid his edge and dodge it.

"Whew. Finally, he spit out his huge tongue again, and rolled up the flying sword in the air like a movie, swallowed it in his abdomen, roared, and rushed towards He Mou.

"Brute, it's no wonder that I'm looking for my own death. He Mou was overjoyed when he saw the red-eyed python swallowing his flying sword, and the seal in his hand was about to break open the beast's abdomen: "Hey, what's going on?" But no matter how he moved, he still couldn't sense his flying sword. And in this instant, the red-eyed python had already rushed in front of He Mou.

"Save ......" He Mou's pupils dilated instantly, and he spit out a word with a look of fear on his face. A giant claw slaps against the gale.

Smack, poof.

He Mou's head exploded like a watermelon.

"Brute!" Qin Feng was a little annoyed, these two monks were so unbearable, they were almost killed by this beast in seconds. It's hard to explain when you return to the door now, so it's better to be alone.

"Whew. The red-eyed python lizard turned its head, and it was the same old trick that popped out its tongue, wanting to wrap up Qin Feng.

"Do you think such a trick will work for me?" Qin Feng, as a physical cultivator, was naturally several times more agile than an ordinary monk, and he dodged with one side slightly, and stretched out his left hand to pull out his tongue. Although he didn't pay attention to the barbs on it, he cut a lot of small wounds on his hand, but despite the pain and damage, he finally pulled it. With a sinister smile, he raised the bone knife in his right hand and slashed it off at his tongue.

"Gah!" Nightmare's tongue was finally restrained, and Nightmare seized the rare opportunity to pounce down, a black light flashing, and a pair of sharp crow's claws pointed directly at the red-eyed python's left eye.

The speed of the nightmare seems to have slowed down several times in the eyes of the red-eyed python, and it can be caught and dodged. But his tongue was restrained by Qin Feng, and he could only twist his body slightly to avoid it, but this did not cause any trouble to the nightmare, a very frightened gaze, reflecting a sharp claw, from small to large, until it was dark...... "Howl!!"

"It's not over yet!" Just when the red-eyed python was in pain, Qin Feng cut off the red-eyed python's nerve-filled tongue with a knife. The two most sensitive parts were destroyed at the same time, and the red-eyed python only felt pain, and kept spitting blood in its mouth and rolling on the ground.

"Die!" The opportunity could not be missed, Qin Feng naturally would not let go of such a good opportunity, the spiritual power gathered in the bone knife, emitting a faint blue light, and stabbed at the soft abdomen of the red-eyed python lizard.

A voice suddenly came from behind him: "Daoyou, stop!"

Burst!

This is really a spirit beast that was raised.

But the situation is irreparable, this monitor lizard has been blinded in one eye, the tongue that is a killer weapon has also been cut off by Qin Feng, and the spirit beast has almost been abolished, and this situation is categorically impossible to reconcile.

Pretending to be too late to put away the knife, Qin Feng almost didn't hesitate to stab the red-eyed python in the abdomen with one sword.

Wow.

Another pull, directly disemboweled. No matter what happens next, let's get rid of this spirit beast first.

When I looked up, I saw that the person who came was a monk wearing a yellow robe. Zheng shouted with a look of regret and a cruel voice: "What a bold person dares to kill my Zhen Yan Daoist spirit beast." With a flick of the dust in his hand, he pointed directly at Qin Feng.

"Zhuji Monk!" Qin Feng didn't reply, looking at this person with great jealousy. kept calling Jiang Zhou in his heart, but there was no response. "Damn. Qin Feng cursed, staring at Zhen Yan's movements, like a lone wolf facing a desperate situation.

It was useless to talk too much, and it was silent for a long time. Zhen Yandao, who was full of murderous intent, finally made a move, but he used the sword technique, and the long sword on his back suddenly flew out, circled in the air, and stabbed at Qin Feng's head quickly. Almost at the same time, Qin Feng also moved suddenly, like an arrow from Xuan, dragging the bone knife and rushing directly towards Zhen Yan, facing an enemy who was a realm higher than himself, Qin Feng did not dare to fight, only wanted a quick victory.

The flying sword almost hung above his head, and Qin Feng did not avoid it in the slightest, lest he give this monk any chance to release the spell.

"Nightmare. Qin Feng shouted, completely pinning his hopes on the evil nightmare, just hoping to temporarily restrain this flying sword.

"Gah!" The black figure appeared in an instant, holding the flying sword with both claws, and in an instant, it was drenched in blood by the violent sword qi, and almost even the crow's claws were cut. Although he couldn't restrain the flying sword, he finally made the flying sword shift slightly, and the fatal blow only swept away a few strands of Qin Feng's hair.

Qin Feng didn't know what the battle situation was behind him, and stared at Zhen Yan Daoist intently. There is a majestic spiritual power gathered between the hands, and the hands even begin to glow with blood beads under the suppression of the huge spiritual power, if it continues like this, I am afraid that it will cause irreversible damage to the body.

Moved.

As if turning into a violent wind, in an instant, Zhen Yan Daoist finally appeared in Qin Feng's attack range. Qin Feng showed a bloodthirsty smile, holding the bone knife behind him and leaning towards Zhen Yan Daoren.

"Hmph!" Zhen Yan Daoist was not afraid, as if he had seen through Qin Feng's tricks, took a step forward, and swept away the dust against the trajectory of the blade, and the unknown yellow beast hair at the front end was even more silver.

But this step was expected by Qin Feng, and he was even more afraid that this dust would hide a mystery.

Wind Blade!

The spiritual power gathered in Qin Feng's hand was finally released, and with the help of this powerful wind blade, he forcibly changed direction and changed the trajectory of the sword halfway, and slashed at Zhen Yan Daoist in the opposite direction, and the wind drove Qin Feng to flip, as if turning into a storm of sword blades.

Zhen Yandao seemed to have fallen into a desperate situation, but his face still thought calmly: "Hmm, this person is quite talented, obviously an individual cultivator. But the wind blade, which can make the spell so superb, like chicken ribs, can exert such an advantage in its hands. Wait, a spell of this strength is not something that ordinary Qi Refiners can unleash. ”

Suddenly, the dust whisk in his hand came, and the beast hair at the front end shone brightly, and it was extremely dazzling and almost impossible to look at directly. The dust that was originally a dead thing gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and the beast hair at the front suddenly became longer as if it had turned into spider silk, circling around Zhen Yan Daoren, and no matter how sharp Ren Qin Feng's blade was, he couldn't break through it in the slightest.

It turned out to be a magic weapon that was both offensive and defensive.

Showing off is generally famous, "Hmph, if it weren't for the magic weapon given by my master - the fierce dust, maybe I really got your way." ”

While Zhen Yan Daoren used his spiritual power to supply the fierce whisk dust, he also controlled the flying sword to kill the crow that was in the way.

At this point, the Nightmare had already fallen into the upper hand, and could only dodge the attack of the flying sword with a slight embarrassment with its speed and agility.

Seeing that he couldn't do anything for a while, Zhen Yan couldn't help but curse secretly: "Beast!" and suddenly the sword turned to his own direction, and he locked on to Qin Feng with his spiritual sense when he turned his head, wanting to rely on this defensive magic weapon to kill Qin Feng in one fell swoop.

The magic weapon that had not been used for a long time was sacrificed again.

Qin Feng took out the red stone that had been carved into an eye from the Qiankun bag with one hand, the Soul Dementor Eye, which happened to be the eyes of the Zhen Yan Daoist.

"Yes. Zhen Yan Daoist secretly said that it was not good, and suddenly he felt a splitting headache, as if his soul had been attacked, but fortunately, it was protected by spiritual creatures, and he did not stop running for a while to continue to protect his master.

Qin Feng's condition was also not much better, after all, although the power of the Soul Dementor Eye was strong, it was a thousand injuries to the enemy and eight hundred self-damage. No longer attacking this defensive weapon in vain, two beads were conjured in his hand - dark energy bombs, and he threw one behind him without turning his head.

"Bang!" just hit the stabbing flying sword, bursting with bursts of black light. The entire flying sword was stained with filthy black liquid and fell to the ground.

Burst!

Zhen Yan Daoren suddenly felt that his natal magic weapon, the flying sword, was cut off, and his soul was damaged again, and he bowed his waist and lowered his head, and actually spurted out a mouthful of essence blood.

Qin Feng naturally wouldn't let go of this great opportunity, taking advantage of the victory to chase and stab straight at Zhen Yan Daoren, the fierce dust once again protected the master, and the spider-like beast hair tightly wrapped around the thorny cold iron bone knife and snaked upward. Qin Feng was so shocked that he immediately let go of the bone knife, and he was a little afraid of this magical magic weapon.

"What the hell is this?Can the magic weapon of the foundation building monk be so powerful?" Qin Feng only felt that he seemed to have provoked a great character, but there was no way out. "Taste this!" Qin Feng threw out the remaining dark energy bomb in his hand and quickly retreated.