Qian Ze said impatiently, "How could I kill him? Besides, what does the scorpion boy have to do with you?"

Jiuxiao's eyes became complicated when he looked at Qianze, because he was seriously injured before, and he was ordered to recuperate by his family, and now Jiuxiao can only use internal force, although he is no different from mortals, he is also the top master among mortals. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why, the real mortal in front of him gave Jiuxiao a strong sense of oppression.

Qian Ze quickly dodged, the previous temptation made Qian Ze breathe a sigh of relief, this Qingluan Ghost Emperor, there seemed to be an injury on his body, his breath was rapid and unstable, and the injury did not seem to be light.

"With serious injuries on your body, you have to compete hard, I don't know what you think. Qian Ze said coldly, the Ning Dusk Rumor circulated faster in the meridians, and was excited by the cold air of Jiuxiao, the hot blood vessels and veins suddenly cooled, and a blazing internal force broke through the blockage in the meridians, and suddenly the purple fire around Qian Ze's body was even stronger.

Chisawa's legs were numb, and once his body was urged by the twilight rumor, his legs would naturally conjure up eight spider thorns, and at this time, Chisawa was trying his best to endure it, controlling his mind and not letting the spider thorns break through his body.

If in front of the people of Si County, in front of everyone's eyes, His Royal Highness King Rui is transformed into a human body with the appearance of spider thorns, I don't know what the rumors will become.

The meridians were through, and the venom in the spider thorns was overflowing, but Chisawa kept controlling it and did not release the spider thorns, only to see that the purple fire around him gradually darkened, and gradually turned into a pitch-black flame, burning under Chizawa's control.

The venom in the spider's sting overflowed, and it was contaminated with the purple fire, which had turned into a mass of Xuanhuo, and swept over the leaves of the Junzi Orchid furnished in Xiaoyao Tower, and the leaves were quickly contaminated with poison, curled up and turned black, and then swallowed by the Xuanhuo.

Jiuxiao looked at Qian Ze in a daze, and muttered in his mouth, "Immortal bone quenching poison..."

Qianze's changes made Jiu Xiao feel uneasy, so far, only a few people in the Three Realms of Guixu have been able to quench the immortal bones to poison, and one of them is the Ghost Emperor who extradited the Seventeen Immortals.

Jiuxiao knew that he had already had two thousand years of cultivation, and if he really went all out, Qianze, who was half immortal and not immortal, and half ghost and not ghost, would naturally not be able to compete with him, even if he was blocked because of his injury today, he would be able to face the battle confidently.

But Qianze is only in his early twenties, with immortal bones, the days after that are still long, and he has the talent of quenching the poison of immortal bones, and in only ten or eight years, he can have immeasurable achievements.

It's definitely not a good choice to have a feud with Chisawa now.

Jiuxiao was only surprised that Qian Ze had cultivated the immortal bone at a young age, but he didn't know that this immortal bone was a willing sacrifice of the poisonous scorpion son, otherwise how could it be so easy for a mortal to reach a realm that many demon beasts and immortal cultivators could not reach in their lifetime without cultivation.

Although he weighed the pros and cons in his heart, Jiuxiao was still unwilling to admit defeat, the black panther he once met in Peach Blossom Valley who didn't know what to do, and now he has become such a national and alluring appearance, which always makes Jiuxiao worry about it.

Thinking of this, Jiuxiao's expression flashed a hint of gloom, "Qian Ze's talent, if it is too unruly and difficult to control, it must be removed." ”

Qian Ze saw Jiuxiao's mood change, and in just a moment, Jiuxiao seemed to think about many things.

In a moment, Qian Ze also felt the changes in his body, the bone meridians were instantly strengthened several times, the purple fire turned into a Xuan Huo, and the poison in the fire constantly stimulated Qian Ze's nerves, making Qian Ze more and more sober, and even able to predict a little before every Jiu Xiao shot.

Murong Feng sat on a chair and watched the battle, the snow incense in his hand had already burned two pillars, Murong Feng began to drink tea frequently, and saw that Jiuxiao's collar was cut open, but Qian Ze was unharmed.

Yun Poyue had already turned her back, and she didn't want to watch this disturbing scene anymore, and began to think in her mind, if King Rui was injured, how could he, Yun Poyue, excuse Yun Fu, and then clear himself up in front of his father.

Mo Xuandai frowned, tilted her head to watch the battle situation on the third floor, and every time Qian Ze narrowly avoided the sword wind of Jiuxiao, it made Mo Xuan worry.

The Southern Dynasty also watched the battle nervously, black flames were flying, ice and snow were drifting, and every time the Southern Dynasty was sweating.

"Something is wrong with Qian'er, the purple fire on his body has turned black, it should be quenched, and then he will be roasted by the poisonous fire for a while, Qingluan Ghost Emperor is naturally not afraid of deep cultivation, but I am afraid that Qian'er will not be able to do it." ”

Although on the surface, Qianze is getting more and more excited, judging from his face, his eyebrows are blue, and he should be eaten by the poisonous fire.

When Mo Xuan heard this, her heart became even more anxious, her angry gaze had pierced Jiuxiao, and she gritted her teeth and muttered, "Blue Bird... If you dare to hurt Chisawa a little... Sooner or later I'll pluck your hair... I should have been asked to compete for him, Chisawa, you must not get hurt..."

Qian Ze also felt a trace of discomfort from the fire poison entering his body, but he couldn't take care of it too much, so he could only seize the opportunity again, and take advantage of the fact that this Qingluan Ghost Emperor did not show his true strength, and quickly ended this fateful situation.

So when Jiuxiao retreated to avoid the poisonous fire, Qian Ze flew forward, and a large black spark flew away, and Qian Ze actually used the last form of the falling flower blade with the double hook on his finger.

The fifth type of the falling flower blade, flying flowers and sparse shadows.

Xuanhuo turned into Luoying, flying flowers into blades, Jiuxiao turned around to dodge, who expected that this spark was pervasive, and each flying flower pointed directly at his own death hole.

Jiuxiao lifted his breath, but he actually forced through a few sealed meridians, and lifted the cold martial arts by two layers, and in an instant, the ice rolled up frost and snow, the cold was surging, the flames entered the ice, and a large thick fog rose, and there was no longer a single figure in the martial arts field.

The fog covered his eyes, and Jiuxiao couldn't see, judging Qianze's actions by his senses, thinking to himself, even if he wanted to take Qianze under his command, he had to frustrate his sharpness first, and this battle must be won.

Who knows, the moment the Nine Heavens Blue Sword flew out, it actually stabbed into the air, and then a piercing scream was heard, and a small bat flew out of the dense fog.

It was the lead.

Qian Ze followed the guidance of Yin Jiao, and suddenly appeared from the dense fog, and his sharp hook fingers grabbed towards Jiuxiao's heart.

Everyone in the hall saw a thick fog in the arena, and no one could be seen, and they became nervous, and when they won the battle, they wanted to know whether they were betting on whether they would win or lose.

The mist in the arena gradually dissipated, and I was able to see the situation inside.

Murong Feng clenched the teacup in his hand, but his face was still indifferent, the opponent was just a mortal, how could the Qingluan Ghost Emperor be defeated? Previously, Murong Feng also saw that Qian Ze was eaten by fire poison and had already lost the upper hand, Murong Feng smiled slightly, thinking about himself, only to see that the thick fog had dissipated, and Murong Feng's smile froze on his face.

Qian Ze stood indifferently in the martial arts arena, with some water droplets on his light blue feather robe, and there was not a single scar on his body.

The fog completely subsided, and the young man in Tsing Yi on the opposite side held his heart and gasped, and there were two blood-stained claw marks on his heart.