The sneer of the descendants of Jin Jiao roared and trembled, not a sound attack, but it was all stirring and resounding within a radius of dozens of miles.

Mountains and rocks and trees were shattered.

Yang Qing didn't care about the ridicule of Jin Jiao's descendants, and galloped away at full speed.

Qiu Yan and Qi Long were pleasantly surprised in their hearts, and their flying speed increased slightly, sensing that the descendants of Jin Jiao wanted to kill them before Yang Qing arrived to prevent them from slipping away, and immediately activated the secret technique of increasing their strength, and the speed of their flight increased again.

The two of them knew that the strength of this descendant of Jin Jiao was above that of the mid-stage cultivator who had already become a subordinate body, and Yang Qing would be defeated.

Unable to rely on the opponent's nine iron green wood needles and ruler yellow balls to properly rescue them, the two could only rush to Yang Qing's front with all their might.

Life and death are in the blink of an eye, how dare you not use the last resort.

"Winged things are disgusting, huh!"

The descendant of Jin Jiao sneered again, obviously not taking Yang Qing's 'small point' in his eyes, the speed was still the same, and between the swings of his thick arms, the six-zhang Xu Jin Gong held by the palm and claw flung out.

"Whoosh!"

The golden light streaked across and the air exploded.

The surging golden mace is not only fierce, but also sharp that cannot be seen directly, and it goes straight to Qiu Yan who is holding a saffron umbrella.

Qiu Yan and Jin Jiao's descendants are less than ten miles apart, Jin Jiao is even more of a Qi refining cultivator, and he can manipulate Jin Jiao's volley attack, although the lack of divine sense has not yet enveloped Qiu Yan, but such an attack can still endanger her.

Qiu Yan's expression changed suddenly, and he didn't dare to slow down his galloping speed, and hurriedly manipulated the golden mace that had turned red to resist the wheel.

"Peng!"

The waves of true vitality are full of excitement.

Even though Jin Gong is no longer within the scope of the divine consciousness of Jin Jiao's descendants. But its power is still strong, and the cloaked silk and the golden mace are so struck that they are suddenly shaken endlessly, and they fall into the disadvantage.

Qiu Yan's delicate cheeks tightened slightly, and the speed of galloping with the impact of the golden mace rose again.

She knew that she had to do everything possible to gallop to Yang Qing's side in order to be thorough, and she would rather be injured than slow down, or even faster.

It must not go too far into the divine consciousness of the descendants of Jin Jiao.

Although, such a pursuit. It will surely be enveloped in its consciousness. But he could only do his best to save his life.

He also understood the purpose of Jin Jiao's descendants' actions, and he had provoked the two of them in front of Yang Qing, and the other was to kill her, a monk in the middle stage of transformation, to prevent her from becoming Yang Qing's help. became an obstacle for the descendants of Jin Jiao to kill Yang Qing.

Regardless of whether the descendants of Jin Jiao are contemptuous or not. Mock Yang Qing. It all knows the strength of its courage and qualifications, and in order to be safe, it must first kill its help.

And after Qilong saw that Jin Gong was thrown out by Jin Jiao's descendants. He turned around and galloped away from Jin Gong, he was only in the early stage of transformation, it was difficult to resist the blow of Jin Jiao's descendants, his speed was slow, his attack was weak, and he couldn't help Qiu Yan, so he could only protect himself with all his might, so as not to distract Qiu Yan from taking care of him.

The descendants of Jin Jiao didn't pay attention to Qilong and fled elsewhere.

As long as you kill these two mid-stage Avatar monks, you don't need to worry about this pre-Avatar monk escaping its attack.

After a blow, the golden mace floated in the air, and the golden rays were surging and incomparably sharp, waiting for the divine sense of the descendants of Jin Jiao to come.

Even if it is highly cultivated and strong, after a blow, it needs to be manipulated by the divine sense, and only by being manipulated by the divine consciousness can it exert its power.

"Boom!"

The scales broke through the air, Yang Qing looked very murderous with a strange face, and galloped at full speed.

His heart was solemn, his killing intent was surging, and he couldn't intercept Jin Gong's attack at such a distance, so he could only gallop as fast as he could, with a clear sound of slaughter lingering around his body, and his courage and strength were fused, and he had already used all his strength.

The place where he passed was torn out of the gray horse, and it was more than ten zhang long, this is where the body passed, and it had already cut off the aura of heaven and earth.

This time I came to rescue Qiu Yan, it is almost impossible to kill this descendant of Jin Jiao, maybe only Qiu Yan regardless of the danger of his life and him to attack Jin Jiao is a little possible, but in order to calm the soul tears, the descendant of Jin Jiao wants to kill him even more, Yang Qing will try his best to kill it, it is impossible to do it at this time, and the killing intent is not a little concealed.

The breath of the body has a clear sound of killing, and the tyrannical meaning is less than three points.

The descendant of Jin Jiao is more than ten zhang long, extremely fierce and hideous, this is the first descendant of the demon beast that Yang Qing has seen, Dan Ye is the descendant of the divine beast Qingluan, compared to it, he is very petite, but he is fearless in his heart.

The body is large and strong, because of the strength of the body.

However, only relatively speaking, if there is no powerful soul to control the body, it is difficult to control the body of the body, and it is difficult to exert the power of the body.

Just like Yang Qing's body, he can control part of the power of his whole body, if he replaces his soul with a mortal soul, he probably can't use his one-arm strength.

The strength of the body requires enough soul to control!

The sheer size of the Jin Jiao descendant is its talent, but it is not necessarily well controlled.

With this insight and speculation, Yang Qing is not afraid.

"Woohoo!"

The scales vibrated in rage, and the air was violently squeezed and vibrating.

Yang Qing and Qiu Yan galloped with all their might towards each other, the distance between the two was shortening at a rapid speed, and with their delusional eyes, Qiu Yan's anxious and begging for help could be seen clearly.

After a short time.

"A ladybug, dare to make waves?" Jin Jiao's descendant shouted contemptuously, Jin Jiao was shocked, and went straight to Qiu Yan, who had already entered the scope of divine consciousness.

At this time, Yang Qing also shrouded Qiu Yan with his divine sense, and had already sacrificed the blood to Qiu Yan's side.

"Whoosh!"

"Snort!"

The flame of the red shawl is sheng, light but extremely fast, lingering and protecting the graceful figure of Qiuyan.

The dense mist-like blood breath turned into a gray giant palm in a blink of an eye, and the five fingers pinched and exploded the air in the middle of the retraction, grabbed the six zhang Xu, and hugged the thick golden mace.

Yang Qing wanted to try her best to save Qiu Yandi's life, the two were so close, how could she want to see her killed by the descendants of Jin Jiao.

And Qilong can only look from afar, and cannot participate.

"Boom!"

The gray giant palm and the golden mace are the first to fight.

The surging golden mace trembled, and the momentum of the smash was greatly hindered.

And the gray giant palm was smashed and shattered. The return to the thick fog has not stopped, as if it was just a mist, and it was densely cut by a sword light and sword shadow, and there were visible scars, and the surging golden light strangled continuously, and the dense fog-like blood breath was difficult to bridge for a while, sticking to the golden mace and smashing towards the red shawl.

Yang Qing's heart sank, this golden mace turned out to be a very strange and powerful natal magic weapon, its material was strange, and it had the tearing power of the golden line.

Previously, Jin Jiao's divine consciousness failed to manipulate Jin Jiao. And at this moment, Jin Gong is under the manipulation of divine consciousness. Show the power to tear.

The attack that turned into a giant palm was not strong, and it was smashed and torn by such a magic weapon, although it was not seriously damaged, but the golden mace still smashed fiercely towards Qiu Yan. It was too late for him to do anything. There is nothing that can be done.

"Bang!"

The blood breath, the golden mace, and the red cloak collided in one place.

Qiu Yan was already trying his best to defend himself. However, the golden mace, which was weakened by the gray giant palm, was still very powerful to her.

The lingering shawl was smashed and dented when he danced, carrying a saffron umbrella. Hit Qiuyan's plump back.

If it weren't for the blood breath that had resisted the tearing power of the golden mace, the red shawl was certainly a medium-grade magic weapon, but it would also be damaged under the strong impact and tear of the golden mace.

Under the blow, she was already wounded.

Qiu's fiery red pupils flashed a frightened look, looked at Yang Qing with a strange face, suppressed the injury, and galloped as hard as he could.

The descendants of Jin Jiao were slightly surprised, a body cultivator who had not yet formed a body actually possessed a spiritual object, and this dense mist-like spiritual object was very strange, and it could withstand the tearing power of the golden gong, but it was only slightly surprised, the power of the spiritual object was only like this, how could the strength be strong? The crocodile-like mouth grinned, and suddenly sneered, "Which descendant of the tribe is so unbearable, and he dares to go out to do it?"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Jin Gong was already within the divine consciousness manipulation of Jin Jiao's descendants, and he couldn't strike a single blow, so he rose up and struck again.

The thick mist-like blood-soothing breath turned into a churning gray cloud, carrying the smash of the golden mace.

After a smash, Qiu Yan's fair cheeks were already flushed, and her beautiful eyes were full of pain, if it weren't for the blood breath as the first line of defense, she would have died under the golden gong, even if she didn't die, she was seriously injured.

Fortunately, the descendants of Jin Jiao manipulated the Jin Gong attack and slowed down the pursuit.

Yang Qing, who had a strange face and was full of ferocity, had already approached at full speed, and the gray horse practice flashed, and it had already appeared between Qiu Yan and Jin Gong, and the blood breath that was smashed and torn apart poured into Yang Qing's body like a swarm.

"No need to stop, go!"

Qiu Yan's expression relaxed slightly, even though she knew that Yang Qing's enemy was no match for this descendant of Jin Jiao, her heart was still very stable, and before she could slow down and fight against Yang Qing against the descendant of Jin Jiao, a low, hoarse voice sounded, Qiu Yan only felt a very soft force brushing by, and the speed of galloping soared.

Yang Qing said this, and with the power of slapping Qiu Yan with his scales, he had already pinned the blood-gray slaughter to his waist and rushed towards the six-zhang Xu Jingong that smashed again.

The soft power brushed over the shawl, transmitted to the graceful figure, the speed of the gallop increased, but the injury was not aggravated, Qiu Yan's expression was slightly aggravated, she was clear about Yang Qing's consideration, even if she joined forces with Yang Qing, she could not help this descendant of Jin Jiao, but both were restrained, her speed was slow and it was difficult to withdraw, if Yang Qing resisted alone for a while, Qiu Yan galloped out of a distance, Yang Qing could rely on a speed that exceeded the descendant of Jin Jiao to evacuate.

Provided, of course, that he can resist alone.

Qiu Yan did not hesitate, his expression was slightly worried, and he galloped non-stop.

"Huh!"

A narrow blood-gray sword light slashed out from the bottom to the top.

Yang Qing's galloping figure condensed slightly, leaving a phantom of wings soaring, and his figure had already appeared more than half a foot away.

"Ding!", the blood-gray sword light and the smashed gold hammer collided in one place.

The wingspan of the scales is nearly seven zhang, and it is only one circle larger than the golden mace, and compared with the golden mace, Pu Dao Crazy Slaughter is really thin and weak, just like a finger and the whole arm, and the confrontation between the two is very incongruous...... (To be continued......)