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'Brother Mo' and the others gathered in one place in an instant, and gathered with the angry-faced young man and others.

Although the 'Brother Mo' hated the angry-faced young man and the others, the yellow-haired old man was a strong reality realm cultivator after all, and at this moment, the Yang Refining Fire had been put away, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble to the female cultivator in the skirt, so he made a concession.

After Yang Qing put a large piece of fire crystal-like rock wrapped in the fire jade into the Purple Mansion, he also made avoidances with 'Brother Mo' and others.

I thought to myself, "Although she said that she would keep herself safe, she couldn't be careless."

Before he rushed to the battle, the female cultivator in the skirt had communicated with his divine sense, saying that as long as he helped him compete for the Yang Refining Fire, he would be safe.

At that time, Yang Qing had already decided to rush out of the killing battle, and he agreed without hesitation, at this time, the refining yang fire was already in the purple mansion of the 'grinding brother', but the battle was only a broken arm, maybe if he continued to fight, he might kill the battle, but he couldn't completely press his surname on the female cultivator in the skirt.

After all, the strength of the skirt nun and the yellow-haired old man is between the best.

However, the four of them, including the angry-faced youth, refused to end like this, and their respective attacks became even more rapid.

The dark red long-haired monk had been injured before, and at this moment, the injury had not improved in the slightest, even the puppet was also damaged, the key was to irreversibly consume most of the fire spirit beads but did not gain anything, and the long-planned refining yang cremation came to naught, how could he stop and admit that the culprit was Yang Qing.

Hao Zhan broke an arm, even though he had already put the broken arm into the Purple Mansion, but the broken arm was almost shriveled by the flames, and it was so difficult to connect the bones and tendons.

The hatred and anger in his heart almost made his blood gush, and this hatred also originated from Yang Qing.

The angry-faced young man was for the Yang Refining Fire, and with the help of the Fire Spirit Bead of the dark red long-haired monk, he had already pulled the Yang Refining Fire over, but it was lost due to Yang Qing's attack.

How can he not hate, not be angry, and not resent!

The other monk was also annoyed, and fought for several days, but was disrupted by a body cultivator, and many of them consumed a large number of spirit stones.

The hearts of the four of them were filled with raging anger, and they said angrily, "Maniac, I don't know how thick the sky is, I will let you die here", "A little body cultivator dares to be arrogant and kill himself", "See who can protect you!", "Beast, the next breath is your death!", gathered all the attacks, and hit Yang Qing viciously.

The Yang Refining Fire has been put away, and there is almost no possibility of getting it again, and the four of them will not dare to wantonly attack the other five monks anymore because of the Qiu Skirt Female Cultivator, and they can only vent their anger by killing the enemy!

Obviously, Yang Qing, a lonely man, became the target of their hatred.

"Wishful thinking!"

'Brother Mo' shouted first, and the fire fork was quickly intercepted.

The other four also took action to intercept them.

Yang Qing gave up the slashing and heroic battle, and made an avoidance, but it was by no means afraid, seeing his heroic battle and others attacking, the killing intent in his heart surged again, the green and yellow pu knife started, the swift and light knife curtain flowed to attack, and the green and yellow shield started to do defense, almost not afraid of the attack of the fire spell.

Wrapping him up, there were six people on this side.

The angry-faced young man and the other four people plus a military puppet, and the long-haired monk with a broken arm and dark red was seriously injured.

The two sides briefly exchanged blows, and if they continued to fight like this, the gap would become wider and wider, and it was impossible to kill one or two people.

"Stop!"

The yellow-haired old man's shouts were full of anger.

A flash of yellow light and a touch of purple light fell between the two sides in an instant, and the figure became clear, it was the yellow-haired old man and the female cultivator in the skirt holding a saffron umbrella.

Both sides took a step back and stopped their attacks.

"Look for death!"

The yellow-haired old man's anger was strong, and he let out a low shout, and the yellow mang's rock-like palm went straight to Yang Qing's chest, and the attack was fierce.

Yang Qing knew that he had no certainty of resistance, and the attack came too quickly, Rao was already twelve points vigilant in his heart when the yellow-haired old man fell, and he also protected him with a green and yellow shield, but he didn't have time to hide.

The anger in his heart ignited like a scorching oil stained with sparks, and even if the strength of the yellow-haired monk was far stronger than him, he couldn't stop the murderous intent in his heart from surging and growing like a tide!

Give up dodging completely, and the charge of the Sky Slash begins.

The fierceness of the Honorable True Soul was about to shatter, as if the sharp cracks were constantly clearing and deepening.

"Old thing, if you can't kill me with one palm, you can't keep this palm!"

At this time, Yang Qing thought in his heart at this moment.

I knew that it would be difficult to survive under the attack of the Reality Transformation Realm Cultivator, but I was confident that as long as I didn't die under this palm instantly, I could complete the charge of the Splitting Sky Slash, and with the power of the Splitting Sky Slash, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart, and this time I would definitely be able to urge the intent of killing.

If you can't live on your own, you can also shed your skin.

Such a state of mind made the body wrapped in flames resemble a sharp blade out of the sheath, as if the sound of 'Qiang Qiang' lingered as if it were nothing.

The woman in the skirt with a smile like a flower suddenly applied frost to her face, and the saffron umbrella blocked in front of Yang Qing, and the red shawl was like turning into a rock-like palm of a yellow-haired monk for an instant, "Bang!", fine cracks appeared in the rock-like palm.

The yellow-haired old man quickly pulled back and retreated, his face with anger soaring, and shouted, "Fox and demon girl, the old man slaughtered this madman, and the matter of refining yang fire will be over!"

The frost on the skirt nun's cheeks did not ease in the slightest, and her sweet voice became cold, and she said, "Old horseman, don't you feel blushing when you attack a Spirit Realm monk, hum, it's over?"

"Then see if you can protect him, this seat will kill him today!"

The yellow-haired old man said in a resolute tone, turned his hand and sacrificed the magic weapon of the yellow ball.

And Hao Zhan and the others, 'Brother Mo' and the others retreated one after another, but Yang Qing stood still, he knew that the distance was so close, it was useless to hide with speed, so he refused to avoid and retreat, even if the other party was a reality realm cultivator.

If the yellow-haired monk is too strong, he will not survive if he avoids it, maybe resistance is still death, but it is also standing death!

"What are you!?"

The female cultivator in the skirt sneered, and her purple color flashed, flashing in front of Yang Qing.

Looking at the yellow-haired old man's cold pupils, he suddenly turned fiery red, as if a flame was rising, and the coiled green silk turned fiery red, and his graceful figure rippled out of a surging heat wave, and the whole person seemed to be burning with flames.

Seeing this scene, the yellow-haired old man's eyes narrowed inadvertently, and he snorted coldly in his nose, "Hmph!"

But he didn't immediately attack with the magic weapon of the yellow ball.

His eyes turned, staring at Yang Qing, who was holding a blue and yellow shield and tightly wrapped in a saffron umbrella.

The female cultivator in the skirt looked cold, and did not attack the yellow-haired old man first, there is a price for using secret techniques like this, if you don't fight, the cost will be minimal, but if you fight, the heavy one will damage your cultivation.

Xiu's eyebrows furrowed, then stretched out again, and then wrinkled, and his eyes looked at Yang Qing in surprise.

And the faces of 'Brother Mo' and the others turned white in vain, and there was a little panic on their faces inexplicably, and they retreated quickly.

Yang Qing's body shape remained unchanged, but the situation at this time was not easy, a king-like coercion enveloped him, like a giant standing in front of him, he knew that this was the true soul of the yellow-haired old man who was suppressing him with his soul.

I also know that the purpose of this practice is to leave a shadow of fear in my heart with coercion, so that my comprehension of the Dao Law will be difficult to advance and my cultivation will not be able to improve.

However, under such pressure, the Honorable True Soul is safe and sound.

It's just that the venerable true soul is like a quagmire, quite restrained, and very uncomfortable.

Yang Qing had a faint feeling in his heart, that is, as long as the intent to kill came out, he could crush the coercion of such a soul, and he sensed that the fierce brewing in his heart was enough to urge the intent to kill, and the sound of slaughter was made.

However, there are scruples in my heart.

No one would be willing to bear such coercion, Yang Qing was even more unwilling, he already had the heart to resist desperately, but that was when the female cultivator in the skirt couldn't help him, and at this moment, the female cultivator in the skirt urged a certain kind of secret technique, so that the yellow-haired old man was already unwilling, or even afraid to make a move.

If it was just a venerable true soul that made a solemn sound, Yang Qing would not hesitate to crush the coercion of such a soul.

However, the Venerable True Soul will pull the black and red smoke, and the second sound of killing will be followed by an indiscriminate attack, the key is that the first sound of killing will shock the people present, and the second sound of killing will make them wonder, why is there a second sound of killing?

The nine monks in the late stage of Soul Determination may not know about the Qi qualifications, the power of shock, and the victory of man, but will the two Reality Transformation Realm monks not know?

At that time, a 'treasure' that could exert a terrifying power would surely be coveted by almost any reality transformation monk, and the results can be imagined.

In this regard, when it was time to save his surname, Yang Qing chose to bear the coercion of Kun Soul, it is not difficult to crush the coercion of Kun Soul, but he will be on the cusp of the storm, Ming Zhe can only protect himself, and then look at the black and red smoke in his left arm, it is not affected by the coercion of Kun Soul.

The expressions of 'Brother Mo' and the others gradually returned to normal, and they didn't know if the coercion of Kun Soul only affected them, and the distance was fine, or the yellow-haired old man let go of a few people when he saw him retreating, and Yang Qing did not retreat or approach, and his sword-drawn figure did not shake at all.

"Hmph, this matter will spare your life, remember, arrogance will kill your surname, hmph!

The old man reprimanded coldly, looked up and down with his divine sense, and found no clues, waved his sleeves, turned around and walked to the place of burning first.

The angry-faced young man and the others had fire-breathing eyes and a look of unwillingness, but they didn't dare to go too far away from the yellow-haired old man.

"You have to be careful!"

"Brute, next time we meet, no one will protect you anymore, be careful!"

"Maniac, let's shrink in the tribe all your life, and when we meet again, I will take your head, and you will have no peace in this life......!"

The angry-faced youth, the heroic battle, and the dark red long-haired monk all shouted loudly!

Yang Qing's figure remained motionless, and his voice was low, hoarse, and indifferent, "Don't worry, this cultivator will remember!" (To be continued.) )