Xu Qing was right, he was indeed good at fighting in groups.
Once his Third Heavenly Palace poison breaks out, its lethality is astonishing, but Xu Qing has never completely dispersed it since he obtained the Poison Forbidden Pill.
Even now he has some restraint.
After all, if the poison of the Third Heavenly Palace really takes full effect, regardless of the enemy or the enemy, except for himself, it is estimated that both the shadow and the ancestor of the King Kong Sect will collapse.
Although he was restrained, it was enough to shock the minds of the black-clad guards of the Shenglan tribe.
Almost instantly, three guards in black from the Fifth Palace let out horrified shouts. Their bodies were rotting rapidly, the flesh on their faces was falling off, and blood was dripping from their bodies. Some people's eye sockets could no longer cover their eyes, and their eyeballs had fallen off.
But they didn't feel the pain at first.
This is what makes Xu Qing's poison even more terrifying. It can corrode everything silently, and by the time the pain is felt, the poison has already entered the bone marrow.
In the echo of the exclamations of deep fear, Xu Qing's figure appeared in front of a black-clothed guard of the Sixth Palace Shenglan Clan like the wind of death. He instantly raised the dagger in his hand and slashed across his neck.
There was a stabbing sound and blood spurted out.
The head rolled down and was kicked up by Xu Qing. With a whistling sound, it turned into an afterimage and went straight to another black-clothed guard of the Shenglan tribe. It exploded in front of him, causing poisonous blood to splash everywhere.
The Shenglan monk's expression changed and his body receded, but he could not escape the fate of death.
Xu Qing's face was expressionless, and he took a step forward. At this moment, the power of his Seventh Palace body exploded, setting off a storm that rumbled in all directions. From a distance, it looked like a terrifying hurricane rising out of thin air.
The speed was so fast that Xu Qing's body became a weapon and he hit the black-clad guard hard.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
At this moment, among the poisoned people around, three more black-clothed guards were poisoned. A shrill sound came from the rotting bodies, and the bodies quickly melted into blood and sprinkled on the ground.
Seeing this scene, all the monks around were frightened and horrified.
"This poison is too strong!"
"Everyone disperse!"
Not only did the black-clothed guards who were confronting Xu Qing disperse, but the expressions of Kong Xianglong, Shan Hezi and others not far away also changed, and they quickly moved away from the area with the people they were fighting.
Stay away from Xu Qing.
Xu Qing looked as usual. The more he was in the drug ban, the more he felt that everything was under control. At this moment, in a flash, he appeared like a ghost in front of the black-clothed guard of the seventh palace of the ninth Shenglan tribe.
At the moment when he was approaching, he waved the dagger in his hand vigorously. The black-clothed guard was also good at it. He actually burst out with physical strength at this moment, grabbed the dagger and tried to stop it.
But the moment the opponent grabbed the dagger, the piercing power from the shroud exploded rapidly. The black-clothed guard's expression changed, and he felt an extremely stinging pain in his palm, and his mind and soul were also pierced by thousands of needles.
When he instinctively let go, Xu Qing's dagger was unstoppable and pierced directly into his throat, causing a severe blow.
This is the last move Xu Qing prepared for his dagger, and it is also the power contained in the shroud itself.
The price is that every time he holds the dagger, he will suffer the heartbreaking sting, and his whole body seems to be penetrated by countless sharp thorns.
But Xu Qing has long been accustomed to all this and doesn't care.
He pulled out the dagger and was about to continue, but his expression moved slightly and he suddenly took a step to the side, avoiding a whizzing flying sword.
When Xu Qing turned his head, he saw another Seventh Palace guard in black behind him unfolding an imperial level skill to form a huge black handprint, coming towards him to kill him.
But this time Xu Qing didn't need to take action. The two black-clothed guards of the Sixth Palace Shenglan clan next to them suddenly showed weird smiles on their lips. They turned around and rushed straight to the Seventh Palace companion and began to self-destruct.
They were still yelling when they rushed out.
"My master says hello to you!"
Seeing this strange scene, the expressions of all the black-clothed guards of the Shenglan clan changed drastically.
The next moment, the two black-clad guards of the Sixth Palace exploded in the roar that filled the night, and they all collapsed, and the resulting impact swept towards the Shenglan clan of the Seventh Palace.
After the roar, the Seventh Palace Shenglan clan spurted out blood, with a shocked and angry look on their face, and raised their right hand suddenly to grab the black iron stick that had sneaked in.
But he couldn't restrain the red lightning that jumped up from the iron sign. At this moment, it went straight to his head and engulfed him instantly, making the black-clad guard of the Shenglan tribe tremble all over.
Xu Qing's dagger also arrived quickly at this moment, piercing the man's heart with one dagger, and quickly pulled out another dagger, seven times in a row, piercing through, extremely cruel.
When the screams came out, Xu Qing noticed that his poison had almost spread. Most of the black-clothed guards around him were rotting. Every one of them was frightened, and their cultivation levels continued to weaken beyond control.
"It's almost done." Xu Qing murmured in his heart, and the shadow between his brows and eyes spread directly into a black coffin. As the lid opened, Xu Qing's body rushed out.
Of course, during this process, he did not forget to shout out a specious spell to end his own secret of shadow fusion.
The moment he appeared, Xu Qing's Weiyou Dao Seizing Technique unfolded, his right hand was instantly translucent, and his body swung violently into the chest of a black-clad guard from the Sixth Palace of the Shenglan Clan.
It was useless to let the other party struggle and resist. He went deep into the Heavenly Palace, grabbed the golden elixir, and pulled it out fiercely.
Take the elixir alive, connected by blood.
As the miserable and painful sounds echoed, the golden crow behind Xu Qing transformed, and forty-two long feather flames spread in all directions, making the darkness of the dawn brighter at this moment.
The golden crow's eyes revealed a strong light, and at the moment Xu Qing took out the golden elixir, it directly engulfed the black hand transformed by the imperial-level skills of the black-clothed guard.
Not to be outdone, the shadow spread rapidly.
Three parties sucked at the same time.
The next moment, the Shenglan Clan's black-clothed imperial-level skills collapsed, itself shriveled up, and the heavenly palace was shattered.
Anyone who sees all this will be horrified. Xu Qing's actions are really extremely vicious.
However, Shanhezi and the other three were not much different. Ye Ling turned into a Cyclops with green fur all over his body. It was a one-eyed celestial monster unique to the Taixu Hua Demon Sect, with the light of a dark soul exuding from its eyes.
The upper body was even more monstrous, with four balls of flesh and blood growing out, forming four huge fingers, and ferocious faces appeared on the tips of the fingers, which engulfed and bit the enemy. Even if it collapsed, it grew out again in the next moment.
Shanhezi's whole body was filled with blood and mist, and he was seriously injured. He mainly resisted injuries for his partners, but his skills and blood were obviously special. The more serious the injury, the stronger he became.
Regardless of his injuries, he has gone completely crazy and violent, with only killing in his eyes and nothing else.
The dwarf Wang Chen also tried his best. His whole body was filled with thunder, and the canopy above his head formed a thunder lamp. His speed was astonishing.
Even his body is changing rapidly, gradually no longer a dwarf, but growing taller and taking on the appearance of a young man.
But its whole body is covered with black totems, like seals, which are gradually being unraveled to form even more terrifying auras and fluctuations.
Every time a totem seal is opened, a foreign figure appears next to him.
The Light Clan, the Stone Demon Clan, the Bufa Clan... dozens of them.
There was also the help of Yanmiao's clone, who cooperated with them to fight to the death with the two black-clothed guards of the Eighth Palace Shenglan tribe.
Each of them still had magic weapon fragments taken out. Although they were still no match for the two Eighth Palace Black-clothed Guards, the three of them fought hard at all costs and were seriously injured, and finally held back the two Eighth Palace Shenglan Clan.
Kong Xianglong attracted even more attention. The golden dragon roared behind him, and he looked like a god descending from heaven. There were blood-clothed clothes appearing around him, covering all directions. Just as the three half-step Nascent Souls struck, it was earth-shattering.
It was obviously just a golden elixir, but under the siege of those three half-step Nascent Souls, instead of being weak, he felt extremely powerful.
"This is the evil team of the Sword Holding Palace generation!"
Some of the guards in black exclaimed, becoming frightened and began to scatter, wanting to escape from here.
But before they could escape far, black blood spurted out one by one, and their bodies quickly rotted and turned into blood.
Xu Qing's attacks continued, the Golden Crow let out a cheerful sound, and continued to devour, while Xu Qing's mysterious hands continued to enter one heavenly palace after another.
But unfortunately, the speed of his own attacks could not match his own poison.
When he killed nineteen black-clothed guards, there were only seven black-clothed guards left here.
Three are fighting Kong Xianglong, and two are fighting Shanhezi and the others.
There are two more... At this moment, most of their bodies have rotted away. They are walking towards Xu Qing step by step, and kneel down with a bang. There is despair and panic in their eyes, but there is a voice of fanaticism in their mouths.
"Master, please accept the gift from our black guards to the great sword holder!"
Saying that, they opened the heavenly palace on their own, took out the golden elixir, and offered it with both hands.
Xu Qing waved his hand, and after absorbing it, the two black-clothed guards each raised their hands in infinite horror, pressed their own heads neatly, and shook them off with all their strength.
The sound of clicking echoed, and their heads all turned in the opposite direction, and they were screwed off directly, and died.
Until death, the smiles on the corners of their mouths still remained strange.
Killing is not terrible, everyone here has killed countless people, but whether they die of decomposition and despair, or are frightened and accused of committing suicide, it is far more terrifying and weird than simple killing.
So this scene immediately shocked all the living enemies and looked at Xu Qing.
At this moment, Xu Qing was standing on the black blood mud. There were not many corpses around him, most of them were blood.
The golden crow behind him shone brightly, making a loud sound, and the phoenix feathers drifted piece by piece with the light of fire. It was so beautiful that at the same time, the wind blew up Xu Qing's hair, revealing those calm eyes without any waves.
Stepping on the bloody mud, Xu Qing walked towards the two black-clothed guards of the Eighth Palace who were delayed by Shanhezi and the others.
His speed is getting faster and faster, and the third heavenly palace in his body vibrates rapidly, emitting suction force, causing all the scattered drug bans here to quickly gather around him.
His surroundings turned black to the naked eye, shrouded in countless black mist, which contained countless small black insects.
Amid the changes in the expressions of the three Shanhezi people, and the horror of the two guards in black from the Eighth Palace, Xu Qing suddenly arrived with a billowing black mist.
His figure was also shrouded in black mist. In an instant, he was approaching the divided battlefield, shrouded in the body of a black-clothed guard from the eighth palace, and fell into the black mist together with himself.
Everything inside the mist is invisible to outsiders, and their senses cannot penetrate. They can only hear roars and roars coming from inside, and the fluctuations are astonishing.
In this way, the opponents of Shan Hezi and others were no longer two Eight Palaces, but one person, and the situation was instantly reversed.
After a stick of incense, when Kong Xianglong fiercely tore a half-step Yuanying into pieces, the three of Shanhezi also completed the kill.
As monsters, although they are not as good as Kong Xianglong, they still have the peak combat power of the Seven Palaces.
The three of them joined forces and used all their trump cards to kill the black-clothed guard of the Eighth Palace Shenglan tribe despite being severely injured.
Following the death of this person, a shrill sound came from the black fog where Xu Qing was, and then the sound of footsteps came, and Xu Qing's figure walked out step by step.
There was a strange light in his eyes, as if he was thinking.
At this moment, his whole body was covered in injuries.
The chest and heart were covered in blood and flesh, there was a hole in the abdomen, one leg was twisted, and a large piece of flesh and blood was missing from the neck, as if it had been bitten off.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and the arm holding the dagger drooped unnaturally.
At this moment, he was vomiting blood as he walked, and at the same time, he crushed the eyeballs in his hands and threw them on the ground.
The poisonous mist behind him was billowing at this moment, rushing towards him in an instant, and all of it penetrated into his body.
As the poisonous mist dissipated visible to the naked eye, the place where the previous battle was fought behind Xu Qing was finally revealed, where a figure now stood.
It was the black-clothed guard of the Eighth Palace of the Shenglan Clan who was sucked into the mist by Xu Qing.
Most of his body rotted, his belly was opened, all the golden elixirs were taken out, and the heavenly palace collapsed.
The disbelief before death remained in the only remaining eye.
Shanhezi and others looked at Xu Qing one after another, with bright lights in their eyes.
Xu Qing also looked at them, spit out another mouthful of blood, and spoke softly.
"It's a bit difficult to kill him after waiting for a long time."
As Xu Qing's words came out, the body of the Eighth Palace Guard in black behind him fell to the ground.
With Xu Qing's current combat power, it would be difficult for him to kill an Eighth Palace black-clothed guard.
In a life-and-death battle, all kinds of methods were needed, and the flesh on his neck was torn off by the opponent's ferocious bites.
However, the gains from this battle were also huge.
In addition, Xu Qing once again felt the breath of the red moon on the other party's body, which was also the source of the strangeness in his eyes when he walked out.
However, this was not the time to think about this matter. Almost as soon as Xu Qing walked out, a shrill sound was heard in the sky.
In the second half step of Nascent Soul, Kong Xianglong's neck was twisted off.
The last half-step Nascent Soul had extremely frightened eyes.
He was frightened not only by Kong Xianglong, but also by the ferocity of the sword-holders below. Without any hesitation at this moment, he started to run away at full speed.
Kong Xianglong smiled evilly and chased after him. Xu Qing raised his hand with a calm expression and punched his twisted leg. With a click, he straightened the bones and chased after him.
This scene also made Shanhezi and the three of them recognize each other more. They were all seriously injured, but now no one paid attention to them. They rushed out at the same time, with the murderous intention even stronger than before.
Since he was repaying the gift to the black-clothed guards, naturally he had to kill them all to comply with the etiquette.
This place was not far from the border, so soon after the half-step Nascent Soul had seen the border, he was overtaken by Xu Qing and his party.
Five people took action at the same time, and Kong Xianglong suppressed them, so there was no suspense...
In a shocking roar, the half-step Nascent Soul's body collapsed, split into pieces, and turned into a rain of blood, which fell on the border.
And at the moment of his death, a violent aura came from the Shenglan tribe area outside the border, a figure quickly approached, and a roar echoed.
"The sword bearer!"
Seeing this, Kong Xianglong roared suddenly.
"I'm calling you daddy."
"This is the boundary of our human race's Fenghai County. If any foreign Nascent Soul in the Shenglan area takes even half a step, Fenghai County's forbidden magic weapon will be killed on the spot!"
"It's your grandma's, come here!"
After saying that, Kong Xianglong turned around and ran away. As for Shanhezi and the other three, they had already ran dozens of feet away while he was speaking.
But Xu Qing moved a little faster than them and was already a hundred feet away...
The crowd ran quickly.
Outside the border, the approaching figure suddenly stopped and turned into a middle-aged monk from the Shenglan tribe wearing a black guard robe.
His face was extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth and stared coldly at the backs of Kong Xianglong, Xu Qing and others, with strong murderous intent in his eyes.
But after all, I still dare not step into the frontier!
This chapter has been completed!