readx; The fiery autumn face with red eyes floated in the air with a saffron umbrella, and her graceful figure lingered in a red shawl. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is indeed a beauty who hides her face.

Dressed in a broken skirt, her legs are slightly curled, her skin is white, and her plainness adds three points of charm.

Hearing Wu Yang's silver words, Rao is Qiu Yan's surname was serious, and his delicate face was also full of anger at this time.

However, she is already red-eyed, and she has used all her strength, but the situation is still precarious, and the Zhenghong shawl is a medium-grade magic weapon, but she can only barely resist the nine feet of iron green wood needles, and she has to help Qilong resist the yellow-haired old man's yellow-haired attack.

It is likely that it will not be able to resist the next blow of the wooden needle.

Qiu Yan did not become a fire body, and the pupils were red because of the use of secret techniques.

This kind of secret technique is not to burn essence and blood, but a kind of Yuan Yin secret technique called "Love Yuan Yan Crystal Eye", only the virgin body of Yuan Yin can be cultivated, after urging, if the pupil is red and flame, if the time is too long, it will damage the cultivation.

"Love Yuan Yan Crystal" has been cultivated to the fullest, and wherever the flame-like pupils can see, it is a sea of fire, and its Yuan Yin is also very strange.

Qiu Yan's cultivation of "Love Yuan Yan Crystal Eye" is only a small success, which can be used to enhance strength, and is rarely used, every time he urges this Yuan Yin secret technique in the past, he can turn the danger into a disaster, but this time he can't reverse the defeat, and he can't even protect his surname.

was angry in his heart, and sneered coldly, "Which dry corpse in a wild grave ran here to slander and obscenate, if you want to declare silver, you can find another wild grave."

The red shawl had turned red, and so did the flames ignited by the shawl, and the frenzied air flow 'crackled', lingering and flipping very softly, and when it was struck by many iron green wood needles, it suddenly showed a burst momentum, and a large ball of flames burst out from the 'peng'.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The Crimson Shawl's attack was weak at first, and then full of explosions, but the nine wooden needles that emitted an iron blue light still had the upper hand.

The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see where the wooden needles were, and the angle of the piercing was very tricky, and when it fought with the Yin Red Shawl, it was not damaged, even the scorching flames could damage the nine iron green wood needles.

The nine iron green wood needles are the magic weapon of Wu Yang.

It is a medium-grade magic weapon, and it is the natal magic weapon of Wu Yang, which is made of thousands of years of green and rigid wood, and is hard and sharp as the earth magic weapon or earth magic weapon.

The most bizarre thing is that the iron green wood needle has a trace of power that directly hits life.

As a medium-grade magic weapon, if it stabs a tree, it will leave a small hole, and then the tree will turn into fly ash, because its vitality has been almost destroyed, and it can no longer exist as a tree.

This is the strength of this set of iron green wood needles.

It possessed the slightest power to destroy life, and it could not cause damage to the magic weapon, but it was a great threat to the monks.

Being stabbed is not just a small hole, the vitality is damaged, the strength is damaged, and the injury is difficult to recover.

Hearing Qiu Yan's sarcasm, Wu Yang's eyes became blue, and he flashed fiercely, and said with a sharp smile, "A beauty like you, you can't let it go even if you die, hehe!"

Nine iron green wood needles swallowed the edge of iron green, enveloping Qiu Yan's body everywhere, and piercing fiercely.

And Qilong's expression was extremely ugly, and he had already wrapped the Yang Refining Fire around the fire rope to resist the yellow-haired old man's yellow ball bombardment, and he had already wrapped the Yang Refining Fire around the fire rope and used all his strength, but his strength was quite different from that of the yellow-haired old man.

Qiu Yan's strength is weaker than Wu Yang's, and Qilong's strength is much weaker than that of the yellow-haired old man.

The strength of the two Soul Realm cultivators did not overwhelm the difference in surnames, and they could not provide any assistance to the Reality Transformation Realm cultivators.

Qiu Yan and Qi Long are completely at a disadvantage, and it is extremely difficult to escape.

"What, I'm isolated?"

Qiu Yan was shocked in her heart, she had just summoned the leader of the supplement, but when she was restored, all the monks in the reality realm within a radius of her were all restrained, and the monks in the distance were quickly rushing to the rescue everywhere, and it might be too late.

And the monks of the other tribe were also approaching at a rapid pace, less than a thousand miles away from her.

If a monk who has already formed a body of the body rushes to the place with a retreat technique, the distance is too far, and he will fall into weakness and solve the crisis of not being able to die.

Qiu Yan couldn't help but feel desperate, she didn't know how long she could resist, no matter how resentful she was, it was difficult to change the situation, and she secretly didn't understand why she was isolated.

Maybe it's just that his own strength is weak, and when he encounters the old cadaver who is at a disadvantage, it becomes isolated.

But why did the other monk still come, was it just to prevent the other monks from rescuing him?

Qiu Yan's heart was extremely anxious, and his surname was at stake, "What about Yang Qing, is he still at the stake, can he come, is he too late!"

"Woohoo!"

The sound of the iron green wood needle breaking through the air at great speed resounded in my ears.

Qiu Yan didn't know if he would stab her body in the next moment, there was no other way, and the anxious divine sense said, "Yang Qing, save me!", but she knew that Yang Qing was for physical cultivation, and she couldn't communicate it, and she couldn't know where Yang Qing was, whether she came, and when she could arrive.

There is no expectation in my mind, and I can't guess.

"Poof!"

Qiu Yan had to hope for this, and the communication talisman in the Purple Mansion turned into debris, and many debris burned spontaneously.

......

Qiu Yan's anxious cry for help sounded in the Purple Mansion, and then it burned to the ground.

Yang Qing woke up from his cultivation in an instant, he knew that Qiu Yan was in a deep crisis of his life, his body flashed, a shallow hole flashed, his scales vibrated angrily, and he had already turned into a gray horse and galloped away according to the guidance of the messenger.

once owed Qiu Yan a favor, Yang Qing always remembered that now that Qiu Yan was killed, he went to the rescue.

Since he would not die for Qiu Yan, Qiu Yan could still ask him for help, indicating that the monks of the other tribe could not crush Qiu Yan and could barely resist, so Yang Qing was completely sure to save Qiu Yan, and he was confident that he could save Qiu Yan under the attack of any of the anti-tribal monks in the middle stage of the transformation of the monks.

However, he knew that if he went to the rescue, the monks of the other tribe might also rush to the rescue.

He also knew that the monks from the other tribe who went to meet him would not be very close to Qiu Yan, otherwise Qiu Yan would not have the recklessness to fight with one of the two monks who were so close to each other.

At this point, it's about speed.

If you can get there first, you can completely leave the monks of the other tribe.

If he was a step too late, he might be the one who should have fled.

"Zheng, Zheng!"

The sound of slaughter was clearly audible.

"Boom!", the scales broke through the air, and the blood breath spread all over the body, and Yang Qing had already used all his speed.

It's as fast as a gray thunderbolt.

If it weren't for the demon beasts and divine beasts that were extremely good at speed, it would be difficult for the mid-stage cultivators to reach Yang Qing's speed.

......

"Little lady, it is said that practicing the secret art of Yuan Yin, Yuan Yin will become more and more bizarre, hehe, this seat is the first time to encounter, after a while, I will definitely taste it, if I can break through to the late stage of the transformation, then it is called a match made in heaven."

Wu Yang laughed fiercely, he was already extremely annoyed that he had been fighting for so long, but the attack had failed to make a difference.

Jian Qiuyan's pupils are always fiery red, Wu Yang guessed that she was not urging the method of burning essence and blood, and she could guess that her Yuan Yin was not lost, and she could guess that she was urging the Yuan Yin secret technique, her words were obscene, and she was greedy for her beauty, and she also wanted to annoy her with words, so as to expose her flaws.

Qilong resisted with difficulty, perceiving the heavy surname crisis, his face looked hideous and distorted, and he scolded, "Old cadre, how did your mother give birth to such a thing as you back then, could it be that your mother raised Ziheche and became you?"

"Boy, don't worry, this seat won't kill you first, and I'll let you see how this seat enjoys the joy of fish and water with the little beauty in a while!"

Wu Yang smiled even more, his eyes staring at Qiuyan's pale skin, and the same Tie Qing's tongue licked Tie Qing's lips.

The yellow-haired old man didn't interject, although he secretly hated Wu Yang, but he was still very happy to see Qiu Yan, who had broken through to the middle stage of transformation one step ahead of him, to receive silver words.

And the nearly 100 Spirit Realm monks who fought in the mountains and forests had already suffered a large number of casualties, and those who fled and pursued were all over a radius of more than ten miles.

Most of the dead Soul Realm monks came with Qiu Yan and the others,

In the fight between the Soul Determination Realm monks, the gap was huge, and the Spirit Determination Realm monks who were walking with Qiu Yan and the others were all desperate.

Whenever there is an opportunity to escape, there will be no stop.

Participating in the clash of clans is for cultivation resources, and no one wants to take a surname for this.

Qiu Yan's cheeks were already pale, and she couldn't hold on to the Yuanyin Secret Technique for too long, resisting the Nine Iron Aoki Needles and resisting the Yellow Ball attack for Qilong had reached her limit, maybe she would stop and realize it, and her realm would improve.

But the surname is about to be lost, where is there a trace of suspicion to understand.

At this moment, Qiu Yan secretly regretted in her heart, where was there a figure in the direction of the burning place, and she didn't even see a black spot, which made her feel that Yang Qing should not come, or that it was too late to arrive, she knew that she should not have chosen to cultivate the Yuanyin secret technique back then, but chose a Taoist companion by virtue of her appearance and qualifications, perhaps, the situation at this time was completely different.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, among the monks of the Spirit Realm who were fighting in the mountains and forests, three magic weapon flying swords suddenly burst out.

It was Qiu Yan who attacked.

It was the three monks led by Wu Yang who were approaching the late stage of the Soul Meditation and sacrificed their respective attacks.

In normal times, such an attack would not pose any threat to Qiu Yan.

But at this time, the three magic weapon flying swords attacked, pointing directly at her surname!

Qiu Yan knew that his surname was about to be lost here, once he was injured, he couldn't resist it completely, but he wouldn't give up like this, the iron green wood needle couldn't be contaminated, so he had to defend against the three magic weapon flying swords.

"Peng!"

The three magic weapon flying swords struck Qiu Yan's plump back almost simultaneously.

The saffron umbrella and the scarlet shawl are protecting the head and resisting the nine iron green wood needles.

"Hmph", Qiu Yan let out a muffled snort in pain, blood gushed up his throat, Rao is skirt is magic weapon magic robe, and he can't completely defend against the impact of the three magic weapon flying swords,

Her skirt was not punctured, but the force of the impact caused her minor injuries.

At this point, a minor injury is enough to be fatal.

Wu Yang and the yellow-haired old man all smiled, and Wu Yang's color increased even more.

Qilong was desperate.

Qiu Yan was desperate, there was no figure in the sky in the direction of the burning ground, and in the other direction, there seemed to be several black spots.

"Whoosh!"

The three magic weapon flying swords retreated half a zhang, and they were about to attack again, making their injuries even worse.

However, the three-handled magic weapon flying sword suddenly lost its strength and became crooked.

"Woohoo!"

Three sharp sounds of breaking the air came at this time.

Three arrows from the mountains and forests burst the heads of the three monks who were approaching the late stage of the Soul Fixation.

The Inviting Moon Bow let out a mournful roar, cracks had already appeared, the appearance was extremely strange, and Yang Qing, who had a tyrannical breath, had already entered the ten miles from the mountains and forests to Qiuyan.

In response to the burst of the three heads, the four reality realm cultivators present all found Yang Qing who looked like a gray horse! )