Yang Qing's dancing steel rod could not stop the beating of the fire waves, and a 'stormy wave' made the steel rods turn into ten stick shadows, slashing at the oncoming fire waves with lightning speed.

The fire wave was torn open a gap, and the fire swelled, and it was bridged again, except for the faint red of the fire, and no damage could be seen.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The surging waves of fire and the rolling clouds of fire will struggle Yang Qing, and in an instant, they will be submerged.

Suddenly!

The three arrows pierced the waves of fire like meteors, sticking to the flames, and shot out.

The arrows were blood-red from the flames, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Poof, poof"

The two Sea Realm monks in the air looked at their chests in disbelief, the black holes with thick fingers were so conspicuous, and the clothes on their chests burned against their skin, but they didn't feel pain.

"Uh..."

Feelings of dizziness and suffocation came flooding in.

"Puff, puff"

The two monks who knew the sea realm fell from the sky unconsciously, and the ground was smashed and 'thumped', and they remained motionless after falling to the ground.

"Senior Brother Lu..."

"Brother Hai"

The eight monks who were still in the air couldn't believe their eyes, and after a while, the big living people who were jumping around turned into two lifeless corpses.

Three arrows shot the two outer disciples of the Spirit Beast Garden.

The steel rod in his hand danced in the wind, and the flames sprayed towards the surrounding trees.

The hair and eyebrows turned black and gray, the clothes turned yellow and burned, the water in the body was evaporated, and the skin withered and cracked.

No matter how fast Yang Qing danced, he still couldn't splash the water without entering, and the fire waves and fire clouds that were close to the essence were not mortal, and they couldn't be extinguished when they got on his body.

"Ahh

Yang Qing resisted in vain, his whole body was wrapped in flames, his clothes burned out, and his skin and muscles burned with it.

If it is a moth attached to the bones, it cannot be extinguished even if it rolls all over the ground.

The whole body was covered in flames, the grease 'crackled', and the black smoke emitted a foul-smelling burnt smell.

"Ah!!h

This kind of pain is far from being compared to cutting his flesh and gouging out his eyes, and this situation really longs for others to stab him and kill him.

Yang Qing refining his body, his physical body is strong, and with the strength of his muscles, it is more fire-resistant than wood.

The skin of the whole body has been burned clean, and the fiery red flames have begun to burn the muscles.

The pain in his heart made Yang Qing extremely awake, and he couldn't escape from a coma, his strength was withdrawn, and he struggled and screamed.

"Crackle"

The ground and trees were all burning, and black smoke billowed out, choking the monks in the air who coughed constantly.

"Yes, burn, burn me, cough cough..."

"This fucking bastard is pretty good!

"Hey, Senior Brother Lu and Senior Brother Hai are gone."

"You can't be so cheap for him, and torture him again when he burns half-dead"

The eight monks in the air looked at Yang Qing on the ground who was eroded by the raging fire with resentment, without the slightest pity, and it was difficult to eliminate the hatred in their hearts.

In a few breaths, the muscles of the whole body were burned out by an inch.

"Xin Yao, farewell"

The throat is full of brittle bones, which are very resistant to burning, and the flames devoured the skin and muscles around the neck, Yang Qing couldn't make a sound, and there was fear, resentment, and even more thoughts of Sun Xinyao in his heart.

Is that day's farewell destined to be a farewell?

"Whew..."

Picking up his left arm and slashing at his throat, Yang Qing longed to live, but he really couldn't live.

Rather than being burned alive, it is better to cut off oneself.

"Suicide, you're not qualified!"

The long fiery red whip fell in response to the sound, as swift and flexible as a spiritual snake.

"Huh"

The long fiery red whip deftly wrapped around Yang Qing's left arm.

At this time, Yang Qing did not have any strength in the past, and was stopped by the only woman with a long whip to stop the moving left arm.

His left arm trembled, he couldn't break free from the shackles of the long whip, and he couldn't even die!

"Puff"

The fiery red whip danced, bringing Yang Qing's body and smashing it on the trunk.

"How can you die so easily" The voice was crisp and full of ruthlessness.

In her eyes, it was not a living person that was burning, but a piece of wood.

"Scatter the spell!" he couldn't resist," the white-clothed disciple, with soft facial lines and a fierce heart, said to the crowd around him.

The eight monks in the air shot at the same time, and the handprints were struck, and on the ground, the flames that were burning vigorously flashed a few times like a heavy rain, and then extinguished with a 'poof'.

In less than ten breaths, the trunk of the tree was dry and scorched, and black smoke was still emitting at this time, and the ground was covered with ashes, and the stones had changed color, and bottles and cans were scattered all over the ground.

Yang Qing's whole body was black and cracked, like charcoal, scorched, and he lost a whole circle, only his left arm was relatively intact.

The flames were extinguished, and the charred body shook incessantly, and I don't know if it was involuntary convulsions, or if it was spasms of pain.

The ten monks in the air put away their magic weapons and landed on the ground, and after a while, the three outer disciples who did not have magic weapons ran in the distance.

"I'm asking him to live, he can't die, tell me, next, how do I plan to repair him," the inner disciple said to the people beside him with some pride.

Yang Qing's viscera and throat injuries are not fatal, and if it goes on like this, it will take half a day to breathe, and this half a day is the most painful.

"Kill it with a sword, hurry up and go back for lunch" The disciple in the medicine garden glanced at Yang Qing, who was charred on the ground, and spread his hands and said.

Monk Zhenyuan can do Bigu by running on Sundays, but for some monks, eating is not only to fill their stomachs, but also to enjoy.

"Do you want to fucking eat barbecue?" a disciple from the medicine garden next to him grinned at the smell of burnt paste in the air, a little disgusting.

Eleven people looked relaxed, like chatter, and the death of two companions did not let them feel the sadness for long.

These people all got together for the sake of the inner disciple of the Fire Spirit Peak, and they didn't have much friendship with each other.

"Otherwise, dye him with honey and let him feed the ants, haha, relieve his anger," the young man said happily, and the hatred of letting himself escape in embarrassment has always been remembered in his heart.

"It's going to take a lot of effort to find honey, and I want to think of something else," the inner disciple waved his hand in denial.

"I have spices here, which can be used instead of honey," the female disciple pursed her lips and smiled, taking a pink purse embroidered with flowers from her waist.

"That's right, hey, come and give it to me," said the Yin Li disciple in surprise, reaching out to take the purse.

"It's such a fun thing, the slave won't let you," the female disciple ducked, put her hands on her chest, and said softly.

After saying this, the female disciple, with her waist twisting and excitement on her face, walked towards Yang Qing, who was like charcoal and had convulsions.

"Hey, why did he move" The female disciple walked outside Yang Qing, stopped, and said in surprise.

"It's okay, it's just a dying struggle," the other disciples who were looking at the excitement said nonchalantly, urging them.

What else can you do if you are burned like this?

The female disciple of "Hehe" smiled and tore open the purse, poured out the fragrant joke, and then approached Yang Qing's body to sprinkle spices

The group was watching quietly, only the sound of soft footsteps.

"Whew..."

Suddenly, a low beast roar rang out, and this beast roar was full of anger and violent killing intent.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Yang Qing, who was lying on the ground, jumped up like a corpse, and when he moved, only a black shadow was left.

"Poof"

The female disciple for unknown reasons, on her slender back, there was an extra black and cracked claw, the sharp claws were long and sharp, and they faintly reflected the black light.

The female disciple stared blankly at the pair of charcoal in front of her, the pair of fangs were so eye-catching, the red pupils, and so bewitching.

The scorched arm was inserted into the snow-white chest, and there was not a trace of pain.

"Whew..."

Yang Qing let out a low beast roar from his mouth, with a response, mixed with endless violence.

"You..."

The female disciple had never felt such fear, and stared at the pair of demonic red eyes with a bloodless face.

"Puff"

The graceful posture is thrown high. There was not a single shout.

Yang Qing no longer looked at the female disciple who had lost her breath, and killed the ten people who were staring at her.

"Imperial Weapon"

The inner disciple reacted quickly and immediately took off into the air.

"Whew..."

Yang Qing's charred black body cracked with the roar, and the blood flowed out, seeing that sect disciple's imperial weapon rise into the air, his body squatted, and he jumped into the air.

"Tear Pull"

Like a cheetah catching shadows, Yang Qing grabbed it, and the rising inner disciple exerted his arms and pulled it down.

The inner disciple fell, his body lost his balance, and he was not flustered, and his palm glowed with fiery red light, slapping towards Yang Qing's chest.

Yang Qing ignored the palm that came to him, grabbed the other party's shoulder with one hand, and held it into a claw shape with the other, sweeping towards the throat of the inner disciple.

Yang Qing came first, and before the fiery red palm pressed to his chest, the sharp claws opened the throat of the inner disciple.

"Poof..."

Blood rushed out of the slitted throat like a spring, streaked across a rainbow trail, and steamed.

The inner disciple of the Purple Mansion Realm was killed on the spot.

Yang Qing threw the corpse aside, turned around and killed the chaotic monks.

"Poof, poof"

Yang Qing clawed two times in a row, killing the two monks who were about to rise into the air.

"Whew..."

The blood stained on the claws of his hands was steaming hot, emitting a fishy smell, Yang Qing roared, and his pupils became even more red and demonic.

Yang Qing rushed into the crowd, waving his arms and bringing up pieces of blood.

"Uh..."

One of the disciple's handprints had not been made, the spell had not yet been completed, his chest was torn open with a large gap, and his bones were shattered.

A red-tasseled spear spun and stabbed straight at Yang Qing's throat. This disciple wanted to take advantage of the advantage of the weapon to kill Yang Qing.

"Boom"

Without waiting for the spear to approach, Yang Qing reached out and held the barrel of the gun, his arm exerted force, and the charred muscles cracked and turned it up.

The disciple who was originally running and sprinting, his body was off the ground, and he was actually picked up by his spear. The barrel of the gun was raised, and it fell with great speed, and he was whipped to the ground by the shaft of his own gun.

"Boom, boom,"

The barrel of the gun rained down.

"Poof, vomit"

Before the disciple could understand what was going on, he began to vomit bloody pieces from his mouth.

"Hum..."

The barrel of the gun did not stop, sweeping out. Yang Qing used a spear as a stick.

The two of them couldn't dodge, they were knocked down by the waist, and they couldn't stand up with their hands and feet weakly.

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A black-robed refining disciple said to the person beside him, took out a piece of talisman paper, infused the true yuan, and slapped it towards Yang Qing.

"Devils are asking for their lives!!"

The other disciple didn't seem to hear it, and turned to run away with his eyes widened.

The "bastard" disciple with the talisman in his hand cursed loudly with anger mixed with panic.

"Click"

The disciple who used the talisman didn't take a few steps forward, Yang Qing picked up his spear, and a whistling sound broke his neck with an oblique blow.

The two disciples took off to escape, and the disciple who shouted 'Evil Spirits for His Life' fell on the ground and ran desperately with his hands and feet.

"Whew..."

Yang Qing roared angrily, the black shadow swept by, and the fleeing disciple's neck vertebrae were broken, and his head was folded back.

Looking at Yang Qing again, he had already jumped into the air, and was splitting down, and the disciple who escaped at the end of the imperial weapon fell from the sky like a meteorite.

"Whew..."

The black-robed young man with a gloomy face, Edgeworth fled twenty or thirty feet, looked back, and found that he was still alive, and he was glad in his heart, and he snorted at Yang Qing in the distance.

"Whoosh..."

The grim-faced young man was about to raise his body when there was a whistling sound of breaking the air behind him, and when he looked back, his frightened eyes widened.

"Poof, poof"

The spear that broke through the air pierced through the grim-faced youth and nailed it into the trunk of the tree.

The spear trembled, the whole head of the spear had already sunk into the trunk of the tree, and the body of the young man of the lunar calendar was carried by the spear inserted into the trunk, his limbs hung weakly, his head lowered and his eyes stared, his eyes were blank, and his mouth was foaming with warm blood.

"Whew..."