The fiery autumn face with red eyes floated in the air with a saffron umbrella, and her graceful figure lingered in a red shawl.

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 obscene words, Rao is Qiu Yan 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, in the past, every time he urged this Yuan Yin secret technique, he could turn the danger into a disaster, but this time he couldn't reverse the defeat, and he couldn't even protect his life.

was annoyed in his heart, and sneered coldly, "Which dry corpse in a wild grave, running here to speak foul language, if you want to prostitute yourself, you can find another wild grave."

The red cloak had turned crimson, and so did the flames that had been ignited by the cloak, and the frenzied air currents were 'crackling'. It was very soft and lingering and flipping, and when it collided with many iron green wood needles in one place, it suddenly showed a burst momentum, and a large ball of flame burst out from the ground.

"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 it was not damaged when it was exchanged with the red shawl. Even the scorching flames could damage 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 Wu Yang's natal magic weapon, which is made of thousand-year-old green wood, which is hard and sharp, not inferior to the earth-moving magic weapon or earth-walking magic weapon.

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

Iron green wood needle as a medium-grade magic weapon. If you stab a tree. It leaves a small hole. The tree then turned to ashes, as its vitality had been nearly destroyed and could no longer exist as a tree.

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

It has the slightest power to destroy life, and it cannot damage magic weapons. But it is 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, manipulating the fire rope of more than ten zhang to resist the yellow ball bombardment of the yellow-haired old man, he had already wrapped the refining yang fire around the fire rope and used all his strength, but his strength was quite different from the yellow-haired old man, if there was no Qiu Yan to resist part of the attack, Qilong would have died at this time.

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.

There was no overwhelming difference in the strength of the two Soul Realm cultivators, 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 performs a retreat technique to rush there, the distance is too far, and he will fall into weakness and will not be able to solve the crisis of his life.

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 life 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 danger 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 only you could get there first. 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 if you practice the secret art of Yuanyin, Yuanyin will become more and more bizarre, hehe. This is the first time I have encountered this seat. After a while, I will definitely taste it, and if I can break through to the late stage of realization, then it will be called a match made in heaven."

Wu Yang laughed fiercely. Fought for so long. The attack was unsuccessful. He was already annoyed.

Jian Qiuyan's pupils were always fiery red, and 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. It can be speculated that what she is urging is the secret technique of Yuanyin, her words are obscene, and she is greedy for her beauty, and she also wants to annoy her with words, so as to expose her flaws.

Qilong resisted with difficulty, sensing the heavy life 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, being subjected to obscene 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 clan clashes is for cultivation resources, and no one wants to risk their lives for it.

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 his life is going to be lost, where is there a trace of suspicion to understand.

At this moment, Qiu Yan secretly regretted in her heart, how could there be 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 today, she should not choose to cultivate the Yuanyin secret technique back then, but choose a Taoist companion by virtue of her appearance and qualifications, perhaps, the situation at this time is 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 sword attacks and pointed directly at her life!

Qiu Yan knew that his life was going 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! (To be continued......