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But with a "dang" sound, the arm was slashed forward as if it were slashing on gold and stone. It only cut two or three points in and it was difficult to get any closer.
Liu Qinghuan was horrified, this person's body was actually made harder than a magic weapon?!
Seeing this situation, the wild-haired monk couldn't help laughing proudly, and with one big palm, he grabbed the Jingwei sword that was tightly clamped by his muscles.
How could Liu Qinghuan let him succeed? Jingwei Sword shook its head and tail under his palm. The slender sword shrank into a short dagger as thin as a cicada's wing and crystal clear. Slight ripples rippled and escaped when he closed his palms.
Entered the void.
The wild-haired monk screamed in surprise, but felt a chill in the back of his head. He stumbled forward in shock, narrowly dodging the blue-purple sword light that was about to escape.
"Fellow Taoist, can you help me?" said the monk from another world who came over. He grabbed his hand into the air, and a silver-white object like running water appeared in his hand, as if he had caught a handful of moonlight.
Liu Qinghuan retreated defensively and did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him.
"Go away!" The wild-haired monk seemed to feel that he had lost face and his face was not very good. He roared angrily: "This man is mine, and the things on him are also mine. Even if you help me, I will not share it with you."
One and a half stars!”
These words made the monk who was about to step forward shudder, and said: "I don't know what is good or bad, I'm afraid you will be beaten or killed!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Liu Qinghuan's eyes flickered slightly and he glanced at the dark forest below him. If he continued to struggle here, there was no guarantee that no one from the other world would come.
The wild-haired monk sneered at the man's back and punched his chest. Black ink-like demonic energy instantly surged out of his body. He twisted his body and pounced like that evil tiger, punching one after another.
He punched Liu Qinghuan.
The offensives of both sides immediately changed. Liu Qinghuan would not put her body in a head-to-head confrontation with his powerful fists and kicks. In the bursting wind, her body fell like a fallen leaf. At the same time, Jingwei sword slashed out repeatedly, blocking the waves.
The incoming offensive.
The two of them were going back and forth, and they had been fighting for several rounds in a short time. Liu Qinghuan fell faster, and after a while, he fell into the jungle below one after another.
This jungle was also messed up by thunder before. The charred trees were half-tilted and fell together, and smoke was still rising in some places. The ground was covered with a thick layer of ash, which was swept everywhere by the slightest wind.
Liu Qinghuan opened a spiritual shield close to his body to isolate the ashes. The offensive behind him was still continuous, but he was not too lazy to contend with it anymore. His powerful consciousness condensed into an invisible whip, which was completely invisible.
It was thrown out with such force that the void seemed to crackle with a loud bang!
The wild-haired monk suddenly let out a scream and rolled his body uncontrollably into a tangled web of vines.
Liu Qinghuan raised his sword and dropped it, and the screams turned into the last breath of gasping before death, and then returned to silence.
Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand, used his spiritual power to capture the other person's storage bag, and touched a black leaf from his chest.
"This is...?" He picked up the leaf and looked at it, only to see that both sides were covered with needle-sized yinyue inscriptions, but it was a physical training method.
Liu Qinghuan quickly scanned a section and found out that this was probably the exercise that that person practiced. It seemed to draw the power of the moonlight to refine the body.
But this was not the time to take a closer look. He threw the leaves into Najie, leaned back, and disappeared into a big tree.
Recalling the terrain he had memorized from the air, Liu Qinghuan pointed to the south, called Chu Yi and entered the black and white field of vision, and quickly escaped out of the mountain.
Soon, he arrived at the foot of the mountain, and in front of him was the battlefield where low-level monks were fighting.
Yunmengze's side entered the Yin-Moon Blood Realm immediately after Grand Master Dayan ascended, so they were able to successfully occupy the mountain and at the same time push the battle line ten miles below the mountain.
There was a big river there. The river was only a few dozen feet wide, but it was extremely fast. The sound of the river was like thousands of troops marching.
The two worlds started fighting fiercely along this river.
Compared to the Yin Yue Blood Realm side, which has a large number of people, Brother Yunmengze is obviously better at cooperating in combat. Each team may have a few people, or a dozen people, to attack and defend each other, and form a large team, and the large team can
Divided into several directions, there is a murderous monk in front of each team as a sharp knife. Under the command of the sound transmission crystal in the ear, they rush to the left or right, and fight with the monks from other worlds on the river.
Break out.
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but stop and watch for a while. He had known that Yan Jing was very good at commanding the details on the battlefield in addition to the overall situation, but this was the first time he was outside the situation, watching from a distance.
At the same time, he was also looking for an opening, thinking about how to get through this fierce battlefield.
There was a battlefield of high-level monks in the sky, and there were undercurrents even under the water. Looking to the right, there was a majestic waterfall hanging there, with abundant water rising halfway up the mountain, but not many people were around.
Liu Qinghuan patted Junior One on the head, pointed to that place and said: "Junior First, let's go there."
"Water!" came the dissatisfied muttering of the first grader in his mind. The little guy didn't like having his wings wet by water.
Although she was reluctant, she still turned around obediently and reached the vicinity of the waterfall in a few leaps.
One person and one animal clung to the waterfall, moving quickly through the mist and avoiding the occasional alien monks that flew by.
Fortunately, the river was not wide, so it didn't take long for them to sneak across the river.
The mountains and forests here also have traces of being affected by thunder, but they are not nearly completely destroyed like the other side. There are more monks from other worlds coming and going, and it is increasingly difficult to get through.
Liu Qinghuan thought for a moment and let Chu Yi fly a little higher.
In the black and white vision, everything containing spiritual energy shines brightly. The brighter the light, the greater the cultivation level.
On a mountain to the east of where he was currently, there were several lights like the sun gathered together. That place was also the place with the most people, and it was much brighter than other places.
That should be the camp of the alien monks. Liu Qinghuan thought about it and glanced around.
After the rough route was engraved in his mind, he asked Chu Yi to find a corner of the rocks. Within a moment, he had changed into a distinctive style of Yin Yue Blood Realm clothes. He was more than half a head taller, and his skin tone was darker than before.
The cheekbones on his face are even higher, giving him an odd look.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chuyi returned to the spirit beast bag, his body swayed, and he escaped into a small tree that was half a person tall next to him.
The two alien monks holding swords turned around the rocks and looked around with alert expressions.
"I said no." One of them said, his voice was low and vague as usual in the language of the Yin Yue Blood Realm: "You are too nervous, those people are blocked by us at the phalange peak, and there is no way they can get here through the battlefield.
Let's go quickly, I heard that the higher ups are angry, they are very angry that they haven't been able to fight back those outsiders for so long!"
The other man slashed at the small tree with a sword! Finding nothing unusual, he snorted and said: "Didn't you see that the blood over there has dyed the river red? Why don't they go there if they want to die?"
Let’s go, let’s find a place to stay, who cares!”
The two cursed and turned around to walk away, but Liu Qinghuan had already fled when this man appeared.
He locked all the aura around him within his body, completely integrating himself with the wood energy, and looked for an opportunity to escape to the west where there were the fewest people.
The night in the Yin Moon Blood Realm is extremely long, three times as long as the day. There are three moons in this realm, but only two appeared tonight. Because one of them is a crescent moon, the moonlight is only slightly brighter, and the mountains below are still
Shrouded in darkness.
The farther out you go, the quieter and denser the jungle in the mountains becomes, making it almost impossible to walk anywhere without being struck by lightning.
Tall trees hold up a vast space, but it is filled with vines all over the sky. They stretch out everywhere, twisting around big trees, grass and other places that can be entangled. The wide leaves even isolate the moonlight, forming a huge
A dark web, all those who enter the forest seem to be swallowed up by it.
However, this could not hinder Liu Qinghuan, but made his progress smoother. By the time the white fish belly appeared in the east, he was already far away from the battlefield between the two worlds.