The corner of Xiang Que's mouth couldn't help but twitch. It's different to have a good father. Zi Youran's sky-piercing arrow and Ling Xia Yuanjun's nine-story pagoda are both powerful weapons that can reach the sky.
A single strike can intimidate a saint.
"The Sky-Breaking Arrow thought I could only use my strength once. If I use it any more, I won't be able to bear it. You can only do the rest..."
Zi Youran sent a message to Xiang Que, and she was obviously pale now, as if all her strength had been exhausted. Indeed, the arrow that had just burst out had almost taken away all the immortal aura from her body.
The skinny old man was now at the end of his strength. The wounds on his chest that were pierced by an arrow were actually transparent, and the internal organs in the opponent's body could even be seen clearly through the wounds.
The skinny old man looked down at the wound on his chest in disbelief. This absolutely fatal blow was enough to kill him in an instant.
At the same time, Ling Xia Yuanjun's hands suddenly condensed hand seals quickly, and then a string of seals fell on the nine-story pagoda. A "boom" was heard, and the pagoda that was originally holding the opponent's head suddenly smashed.
He came down and directly gathered the skinny old man in the tower.
The Saint in Tsing Yi's head exploded with a "buzz". After his companion died, he was left to fight alone. Moreover, these three Daluo Jinxian were all unreasonably strong, and all of them had powerful weapons in their hands.
How else to fight?
Ling Xia Yuanjun's body floated over with a "swish" and joined Xiang Que. The two looked at each other without any communication, and then two powerful spiritual consciousnesses jumped out from their respective bodies.
Then they gathered together and swept towards the green-robed saint in an instant.
The saint in green clothes immediately felt that his soul had been greatly impacted, and his body was shaking and he shouted in shock: "Why is your consciousness so weird?"
The two of them didn't talk to each other at all, and they continuously sent their spiritual consciousness to them.
Both Ling Xia Yuanjun and Xiang Que knew that given the opponent's cultivation level, it would be difficult for them to defeat him with a normal attack posture. If they wanted to win a big fight with a small attack, they could only attack with their spiritual consciousness. After all, they both
When a person's spiritual consciousness is combined into one, he is far superior to ordinary saints.
When most of the opponent's consciousness has been strangled by them, his strength will have reached rock bottom.
The two strands of consciousness came together like a long dragon of consciousness, constantly attacking each other and strangling their consciousness quickly.
The green-robed saint suddenly felt that he could hardly bear it anymore. If he continued like this, he would probably run out of gas as soon as his spiritual consciousness was almost strangled.
"Boom!" The opponent suddenly lifted up the spear in his hand, and then sent almost all the immortal aura left in his body into the body of the gun. Seeing the light shining brightly on the spear, he swung the spear fiercely and aimed towards Xiang Que.
The edge was chopped over.
"You continue!" Xiang Queqiang ordered Ling Xia Yuanjun in one breath, and he suddenly flew forward, blocking his body in front of him without dodging, facing the opponent's pole.
Spear.
The huge body of the ape-like Taishan completely blocked the front of Ling Xia Yuanjun, and blocked the spear.
"Puff!" The gun head penetrated Xiang Que's lower abdomen, and half of the gun body was exposed.
The other party was suddenly shocked, as if he didn't expect Xiang Que to do such a thing. What's the difference between this and committing suicide?
Xiang Que naturally sent this shot to the opponent on purpose. He wanted to use his strong physical ability to restrain the opponent, and then create greater opportunities for Ling Xia Yuanjun, otherwise it would be difficult for the two of them to suppress the opponent.
, let alone killing him.
Therefore, with both sides injured, Xiang Que fought for half his life and tightly imprisoned the spear in his body with his hands. At the same time, a powerful spiritual consciousness also fell on the spear, looking for this item.
The runes built into the magic weapon would definitely be unbearable to others if this guy's runes were shattered.
At the same time, Lingxia Yuanjun was also surprised by Xiang Que's decisiveness and desperate posture, but she reacted very quickly. While she was surprised, she also continued to strangle her with her consciousness. This woman was very decisive and able to kill.
Assessing the situation, if I delay any longer at this moment, Xiang Que's lose-lose posture will be in vain.
After Xiang Que's spiritual consciousness entered the spear, he began to destroy the runes structured within it. He worked with Ling Xia Yuanjun to see the saint in green suddenly open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaking.
"No……"
The Tsing Yi Saint roared unwillingly. He clearly felt that the connection between himself and the magic weapon was quietly broken at this moment, and he also received a strong backlash.
And Ling Xia Yuanjun's spiritual consciousness destroyed him to the point where he was exhausted. With the two-pronged approach, the Qing Yi Saint's cultivation was directly pushed to the lowest point.
"Here comes the sword!" Xiang Que stretched out his hand with difficulty, and four Zhuxian swords flew out at the same time. Then in an instant, a Zhuxian sword formation formed. The sword net intertwined around the saint in green, and then they all fell on him.
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"Shua"
"Swish, swish..." The opponent's body was suddenly covered with countless sword wounds. The wounds were crisscrossed and densely packed. The most shocking thing was that between his eyebrows, there was a deep bone.
"Poof" Xiang Que pulled out the spear inserted in his lower abdomen, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword to the ground.
He lowered his head and glanced at the bloody wound on his abdomen, and his blood was flowing away rapidly.
Xiang Que felt that his vision went dark, and he suddenly fell out of the air uncontrollably. At this moment, he fell into a coma, and even the soul in the Taoist world fell to the ground, unconscious.
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Xu Qing and Xiao Longren were both stunned and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with him?"
"I was hit hard and almost lost my life!" Qiao Yue'e said with a frown, as if she didn't expect that Xiang Queneng would be threatened like this in the Nine Heavens Hell.
Ling Xia Yuanjun gritted his teeth, reached out and pulled out a hairpin from the back of his head, then flicked his fingers and flew towards the saint in green who was also on the verge of falling.
Ling Xia Yuanjun stopped looking at the other party and quickly flew towards Xiang Que. When he was about to land, he caught him in his arms. At the same time, he stretched out his hand towards Zi Youran and said:
"Let's go!"
"Poof", the hosta hit the opponent's eyebrows, and after penetrating, the hosta dissipated with a "pop" in mid-air and turned into nothing.
The green-robed saint's eyes slowly closed, and his body was lifeless.
At the same time, blood rain started falling from the sky and fell to the ground.
When a saint falls, heaven and earth share the sorrow.