[This chapter makes up for the one change owed on July 14th, and there is a fourth watch in the evening, ask for a recommendation vote~]

"Three Arrows...... Don't you think it's a bit much, give me three breaths, and take your head!" Teng Desire's eyes were like torches, and he was really full of confidence when he saw that there were only three red arrows in poor blood.

He didn't have the slightest fear, and only responded with a sneer.

"What an arrogant little ghost, take the head of the envoy in three breaths? ha... Ben could have given you a little more time to breathe and say your last words. Poor Blood laughed, and then aimed at Teng Desire.

Teng Desire did not condense the blood body, and now there is only one six-grade spirit treasure left, and there is no superfluity. The other party is strong, and he is not sure of winning.

He glanced at the top of the main peak, and knew that the black and bright old man couldn't come out, and the other two mountain lords were restrained by the South Thirteen, which was an excellent opportunity. He glanced at the little old man behind him, and immediately remembered. The thought flashed, and he turned around and ran.

He wants to borrow his strength, borrow the power of all the Holy Realm cultivators of this Fish Sect, and use this power to open up the art of unity!

Seeing that Teng wanted to run, Poor Blood suddenly showed a mocking look, and the stone bow pulled the full moon and aimed at it. Fingers struck the red arrow three times with regularity.

Shoot an arrow!

At the same time, Teng wanted to go straight to the little old man, just as his hand was about to touch the other man's forehead. The red arrow behind him roared at a faster speed, making him snort coldly, and gave up on the other party in a moment's hesitation.

At the same time as his body jumped, he saw the red arrow sneering through the little old man's heart, and the scream did not rise, and the blood did not come out at the moment. The little old man's blood was absorbed by the red arrow, and in an instant, he turned into a dried corpse.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

The speed of the red arrow was greatly reduced after it was blocked, but after absorbing the blood, it shot out again as if time had gone backwards.

This is a long story, that is, in a moment, Teng wants to suppress the fright, quite painful, and the speed skyrockets.

Straight to the Qi Mountain on the right side of the main peak, three major Tianjiao in a row, seeing the Teng wanting to attack, but still lost color in the scene of the tragic death of the master.

I want to run, it's too late.

Teng wants to roll them up with an absolute advantage, forcibly brand, inject a mantra, and be ready to shoot at any time. He followed the main peak and went to the mountain to the north, but he saw that the Tianjiao of the north mountain had already flown up one by one and scattered in a hurry.

"Want to run?" Teng wanted to clapped his hands, and the Twin Towers of the Tiger Descending Dragon flew out directly.

Rumble!

Behind him, after the red arrow shot at Qi Mountain, it exploded directly, turning into a huge red light. The thousand-foot-high mountain completely collapsed and pressed towards him like an overwhelming one.

"Poor blood, you have to pay the price!" The black and bright old man on the main peak looked at the Lord of Qi Mountain, the death of the little old man, and immediately scolded him angrily, and his murderous intentions were revealed.

Seeing that he didn't have the desire to shoot, Poor Blood suddenly took out a second red arrow and aimed it at the north. Only then did he speak: "It is this little ghost who will pay the price." ”

The old man did not speak again, but looked at Teng Desire, who galloped all the way to the North Mountain. Poor Blood is right, the other party is the real scourge!

Everything arises because of desire!

"Nan Thirteen, this son will die!" The old man squeezed out of his teeth word by word, killing the sky.

"Hmph, you're going to come out and talk nonsense. ”

"Nan Thirteen, it's not too late for you to let me two go now. The Lord of the Mountains looked sad and angry, but his whole body was unable to move.

"Shut up!" Nan Thirteen glared at the other party, looked at the Teng Desire jumping around, and finally showed a hint of relief in his expression, and said with a smile: "Little doll, it's finally enlightened, hahahaha." ”

And Teng Desire, dodging quickly among the collapsed Qishan rubble, extremely fast. He grabbed it with both hands, and directly controlled the Fuhu Descending Dragon Twin Towers to trap Beishan's two days of arrogance, and rolled it back.

Without the slightest stop, one step is to catch up with the fastest runner, the highest cultivation, I am afraid that it is the first day of this fish sect.

However, in the face of today's desire, he is only like a little rabbit, and he only has the life of being captured.

At this moment, a breath will pass.

At this time, Teng wanted to subdue the six great Tianjiao, and there was still the last person, Wang Youran of Wang Mountain.

His body was like the white sun, and the immortal aura was swirling, dissipating extremely quickly, in exchange for the speed of climbing.

In less than a moment, he appeared in front of Wang Youran's eyes, and before the other party came back to his senses, he grabbed it and rolled it into his sleeve.

This is the seventh Tianjiao, and together with Wang Zhan, it is the Eight Great Tianjiao, plus the ancestor of the Great Dragon Temple and himself.

It can be used, ten people in one!

Poor Blood had already seen the desire to move, but he didn't release the arrow immediately, he was waiting, waiting for an arrow to kill.

He didn't think he needed a third arrow!

A breath has passed.

"Ten people in one, open!" Teng wanted to ignore Qi Qi's arrow, circled around the main peak, without any stop, his right hand clenched into a fist, roaring, with an invincible momentum.

A punch blasted out, and the void twisted.

"It's too much to be foolish, it's stupid," Poor Blood taunted, and shot another arrow.

The red arrows are like blood, and the blood arrows are like dragons, and they burst through the sky like lightning. Snorted, this time, shot into the heart of Tengyu!

Seeing this, Poor Blood shook his head and sneered: "A little ghost is a little ghost......

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, but he saw that the red arrow, which was supposed to suck up the blood of Teng Desire in an instant, seemed to stop, and there were even signs of being counterattacked.

"This is ......" Poor Blood's expression changed, but when he saw Teng Desire's body, it instantly became blood red.

It's like a bloody person, and the red arrows in the heart are devouring each other, and it is the blood body condensed by Teng's desire!

And his body, taking a step out of the storage bag that had fallen on the ground, punched Poor Blood in the chest.

Everything that seems to be a genius is a trick.

"Ten times!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Poor Blood was about to retreat after being punched, but another punch appeared, and his blood spurted straight out, and his heart roared to bear the power of the next series of eight punches.

Up and down the body, there was a crackling sound, and the body rolled up and down dozens of feet as if it was falling apart.

"You ......"

"Your head seems to be worth only a breath. Teng Yu took a deep breath, flipped his right hand, and the nameless sword came out.

Suddenly approaching the poor blood dozens of zhang away, he rushed into the other party's heart, and stabbed into it with a sword.

Laugh at.

Teng's sword was blocked by Poor Blood's left hand and pierced into his arm, it was a hand as red as blood, and it was very strange to look at.

"Nice, little ghost. As he spoke, Poor Blood Sen twisted his left hand and grabbed Teng Desire's right hand holding the nameless sword.

The poor blood hand, like the red arrow, frantically sucked the blood of Teng Desire's right hand, and the pain made him scream immediately.

"Die," Teng screamed, picking up his left hand, and was about to cast the Ten in One again.

Poor Blood snorted coldly, let go of Teng Desire's hand, and rolled with a gesture, dodging his fist.

"Draw the ground as a prison!" Teng Desire's right hand withered, put away the nameless sword, and slapped it towards the earth.

His gaze became a picture scroll, and his eyes became a paintbrush, centering on the poor blood, outlining the picture of the Nine Hells of Death in his memory!

With this picture, trap the other party.