A cold, tingling sensation appeared on the skin above the sea of air, and the Fire Master knew that he was on the last line of death before the sword was in place.

In view of his previous experience, he forcibly imprisoned all the true elements, closing them in the sea of qi and not letting them out.

He snorted, and strange reverberations even resounded in the bones of his body, and this intuitive reaction of forcibly imprisoning his body was as uncomfortable for a cultivator as pressing a slap on his own body.

However, with a pop, the cold and tingling sensation continued to penetrate deep into his flesh and blood, and this sword did not even close it at a glance as before, but continued to go deeper, truly piercing his flesh and blood, piercing into his sea of qi!

"Prince Yugou!"

The Fire Master howled like a wounded beast.

His sea of qi broke through a hole, and the precious true yuan overflowed from the hole but was not under his control. If he encounters the stabbing attack of other low-level cultivators, even if Qi Hai Zhenyuan can't use it, he can still rely on the sword move itself to deal with it and block the opponent's next killing move, but he is facing the figure who can break the sword moves of all sects in the world in a single hand, and he knows that at this time, only Prince Yugou can save his life.

When the tip of Ding Ning's sword pierced into the sea of Qi of the Fire Master, and before the howl of the Fire Master sounded, the old monk of Donghu, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, sensed the danger and suddenly opened his eyes.

His injuries had already brought his body to the brink of collapse, and he couldn't use any strength at all, but after all, he was the second true Eight Realms in this world, and his thoughts still pulled a trace of heaven and earth vitality, although it didn't have real power, but it made a cultivator who was hiding in this magic circle and preparing to make a move feel a strange qi.

This cultivator hidden in the magic circle was naturally Prince Yugou.

The hair on his body was slightly fried like a frightened wild cat, and the breath that was completely closed in his body was slightly revealed, and a layer of cold wind blew around his body.

Thousand Tombs let out a low cry, and he also felt this familiar vitality.

This was followed by the Dawn Moan.

When he was alert, his gaze and perception were completely detached from Zheng An, Jiaodong County, in the sky.

The next moment, when the frenzied howl of the Flame Master like a wounded beast reached everyone's ears, his figure had already disappeared in place, appearing on the left behind Ding Ning.

There was a pop, just like the sound of the sea of qi of the people on the fire being pierced.

He stood reflexively with his back to Ding Ning, and a black short sword appeared in his left hand, stabbing into the air in front of him.

A light followed the light of his sword and appeared in the void air.

The figure of the Jade Hook Prince, who was covered in white helmets and looked like a skeleton god general, appeared there.

Prince Yugou's indifferent eyes rippled with a strange emotion, some like admiration, more like sympathy and pity.

A little blue light bloomed from the place where the short sword in Qing Yaoyin's hand was pointing, it was a small skeleton light and shadow, but it carried a kind of cold power that did not belong to this human world.

Qing Yaoyin's sword seemed to have pierced into an unknown space, and the runes on the sword body were bound and impacted by the vitality of countless Yin gods and ghosts, as if there were thousands of unjust ghosts rushing into the runes on the sword's body.

There was no aura blooming on Prince Yugou's body.

That little skeletal light was now like a stand-in for him, attracting the attention of all sentient beings.

At the moment when Qing Yaoyin's sword was bound, his palm also slapped on Qing Yaoyin's body.

Countless piercing crackles rang out from Qing Yao's body.

Even if the true yuan in his sea of qi erupted out, quickly condensing the massive amount of vitality that had been moved from heaven and earth like a mountain to his chest, his body bones still seemed to be crushed by several major mountains, and he couldn't bear it.

His sternum shattered, and then his spine couldn't withstand the force and cracked.

A cloud of blood mist erupted from Qing Yao's mouth.

His whole body flew like a kite with a broken string into the mountains of dust behind him.

Naturally, the battle at this moment did not escape Ding Ning's perception, his body was close to the edge of the collision of the two forces, and his body was shaken by the wind, but his steps and sword were not chaotic at all, and even his state of mind still maintained absolute calm.

Qing Yao Yin has put his time and effort on the ghost dragon for more than ten years, and Prince Jade Gou is naturally one of the few strong people in this world, and even a strong man who is difficult to predict, but even so, Ding Ning didn't think that Qing Yao Yin would be so easily knocked away by Prince Jade Hook with a palm, or killed directly.

The Great Torture Sword in his hand was contaminated with the fire in the sea of anger on the fire, so at this moment he unusually easily let go of the hilt of the sword and grabbed the other sword at his waist.

A dazzling white flower splashed in front of the face of the Fire Master, these white flowers seemed soft but stung the Fire Master's eyes, and even hindered his perception, making him unable to see Ding Ning's position clearly, and not seeing Ding Ning's sword.

The tiny white flowers bloomed wildly in the air, striking each other and splattering more flowers.

Looking at the shadows of Ding Ning and the Flame Master moving rapidly in the dust shadows, and looking at the countless fine white flowers splashed out in front of the Fire Master, Fu Su suddenly reacted to something, and his body became stiff.

At the same time, the body became stiff and Prince Yugou was also the prince.

He slapped Qing Yao Yin with one palm, and a white bone staff in his hand was raised, about to volley at Ding Ning's back.

At this moment, however, half of his body lost consciousness.

He didn't even feel anything unusual, he didn't even feel any qi that made him feel uncomfortable, half of his body no longer belonged to him, and even the true yuan flowing inside seemed to have gone to another place that didn't belong to him.

He was extremely shocked, and in the afterglow of his eyes, he saw that the palm he slapped on Qing Yaoyin's body had turned a miserable green, and there were dots of dark green light, constantly seeping out of his skin, like countless strange fireflies breeding in his body.

His breathing came to a halt.

Lose both!

At this moment, he completely woke up, Qing Yao Yin deliberately used a lose-lose play!

With a bang, Qing Yao groaned to the ground at this time, and a lot of blood was splashed on his body again, looking extremely miserable.

However, looking at such a miserable body, Prince Yugou's eyes no longer had color and pity, only deep fear.

His vision was blurred for a moment.

The world before him turned a miserable green.

What kind of poison is this, even his true yuan can't stop the spread!

At this moment, the Fire Master let out another terrible cry.

The remnant sword in Ding Ning's hand pierced into his body again.

This time it's his back, the back of the sea of qi.