"Jing Jiuxiao, can you beat the poor Taoist?" The little Taoist stood there and sneered.
On the opposite side, Jing Jiuxiao was constantly pestered by the twelve gods Liu Ding and Liu Jia, so he had to allocate part of his energy to deal with Liu Ding and Liu Jia. You must know that when fighting against others, you must not be distracted. You must go all out to fight.
OK. Otherwise, it will definitely give others an opportunity to take advantage of it. This was the case for Jing Jiuxiao at this time.
The little Taoist priest's mind moved, and the golden fire bell suspended above his head shook violently. Suddenly, another bolt of thunder struck out of the air and fell towards the besieged Jing Jiuxiao.
Jing Jiuxiao was waving the green steel sword in his hand wildly at this moment, and when he struck out with the sword, it would be earth-shattering. It seemed that he was having a fierce battle with the little Taoist priest, but in fact he felt very aggrieved. Now, he has been surrounded by Liu Ding and Liu Jia, and every day
When he found an opportunity and wanted to break out, a bolt of lightning struck him. At this moment, he felt more like he was fighting a trapped beast.
The figure of the little Taoist priest was hidden in the thunder and lightning. He stood silently, his face turned a little pale because he had been using the Liquid Gold Fire Bell. He made seals with his hands and murmured in his mouth. In front of him, there was a wisp of deep hair as thin as an ox hair.
Purple thunder and lightning slowly condensed. He raised his head and glanced at Jing Jiuxiao on the opposite side, and couldn't help but laugh, which was a bit obscene.
"Jing Jiuxiao, let you taste my Jiguang Qingsi Lei!"
"One night of light thunder, thousands of threads fell!" The little Taoist priest opened his hands and pushed forward. Suddenly, the light thunder flew out silently like a wisp of smoke.
At this moment, Jing Jiuxiao was dealing with the five thunders falling from the sky, and at the same time he had to guard against Liu Ding and Liu Jia around him. He was suffering terribly. Suddenly, his whole body felt cold, as if he was being targeted by some evil spirit. Xiang Xiao
The Taoist priest took a look over there, but didn't find anything unusual. But he understood that it must have been the little Taoist priest who made the move, and if he didn't follow through with this move, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Jing Jiuxiao's face instantly became heavy, and he no longer paid attention to the attacks coming from around him, and closed his eyes slightly. He couldn't see the real moves of the little Taoist Gongyang, so he could only rely on his feelings to judge and lock on.
Suddenly, Jing Jiuxiao's body moved, his feet spread out one after the other, holding a green steel sword in his hands, raising it above his head, shouting loudly, and slashed straight down with the long sword in his hand!
"I want to kill the dragon with my sword, and open the Milky Way with a single leaf!"
The green steel sword burst out with a dazzling green light, and when the sword fell, the tip of the sword collided with the light lightning.
Tsk! A soft sound!
The light lightning did not explode as expected. The moment it touched the tip of the sword, it suddenly spread out like a goddess scattering flowers, turning into a little purple flash, falling leisurely in all directions around Jing Jiuxiao.
When Jing Jiuxiao saw this, his expression became more solemn, his eyes widened, his body turned in an instant, and the blue light formed a light curtain, surrounding Jing Jiuxiao.
Dots of purple thunder fell on the green screen and exploded. Thousands of purple thunder exploded non-stop. The roar resounded, and after several breaths, it slowly weakened, revealing the
Jing Jiuxiao at the center of the explosion.
The green curtain surrounding him had long since disappeared, and a deep pit with a radius of three feet was revealed. Jing Jiuxiao stood inside, his body crumbling, his clothes in tatters, dripping with blood, and his breath was weak. You know, at that moment, he
At the same time, he withstood the attacks of Jiguang Qingsi Lei and Flowing Gold Fire Bell Five Thunders, and he is still standing at this moment, which is already very good!
The little Taoist priest looked at Jing Jiuxiao with a cold face and a murderous intent in his eyes. He made seals with his hands and shouted, "Liu Ding, Liu Jia, kill the evil spirits!"
Twelve gods jumped out one after another, holding swords and making angry noises, and fell towards Jing Jiuxiao.
"Xuanzhenzi, no!" Shang Baizang, who was watching not far away, was shocked when he saw that the little Taoist priest actually wanted to kill Jing Jiuxiao.
He has a pretty good relationship with those two people. If Jing Jiuxiao dies, then Jing Fenghua will definitely not let the little Taoist go. You know, Jing Fenghua likes this grandson the most. Moreover, if Jing Jiuxiao dies, he will
If they are involved, it will inevitably cause a great turmoil. Jing Fenghua is not a good man. If he really gets angry, many people will die!
"Yellow Turban Warrior!" Shang Baizang shouted with anger.
I saw a vague gap behind him, and two tall golden-armored warriors stepped through it. Their faces were like ruby and their beards were like soap velvet. They seemed to have a body of ten feet and a strength of thousands of kilograms vertically and horizontally. On the side of the yellow scarf,
The sun shines brightly in the golden ring; in the middle of the embroidered jacket, the frost covered with iron armor swallows the shadow of the moon.
The two yellow scarf warriors roared loudly, and with steps that shook the earth, they attacked directly towards the twelve gods Liu Ding and Liu Jia.
At the same time, Lan Ke from the Longde Palace took action almost at the same time as Shang Baizang. With a flick of his sleeve, an "iron rod" only a foot long flew out of his sleeve and quickly grew in size in the air. It reached a length of
It was nearly ten feet high. It was surrounded by three or four people before it stopped, and then it fell to the ground with a 'bang'.
"Eight-pillar dragon!"
Eight six-foot-long jet-black dragons with bodies covered in scales, horns on their heads, and four claws on their abdomens snaked out from the pillars. Their limbs and claws were strong, and their bones and armor were rugged. They let out a long groan from their mouths and pounced on Liu Ding.
Liujia God.
Jing Yunxiao, on the other hand, just raised his head and cursed loudly, and then symbolically struck out with his sword. For him, it would be better if Jing Jiuxiao died. If Jing Jiuxiao died, he would definitely be taken more seriously, and the collateral would gain.
There will also be more resources. Of course, it would be even better if both of them suffer losses, or even die together.
…
Lu Yu watched Yin Huaitu's Yanling Saber approaching inch by inch, and was so oppressed that he could hardly breathe. He took a step back, holding the sword in both hands, and his body suddenly turned sideways, with his arms almost touching the sword. He suddenly raised it, and the sword glowed brightly.
, the sword chanted coldly, so fast that it was almost invisible!
It is the Big Dipper Sword Technique, the fourth form, Curved Chi Xuanwu Wanli Feng!
In an instant, Yan Ling's sword fell and struck the 'Wangzhi' sword in Lu Yu's hand.
Chi!
Suddenly, sparks flew everywhere, and the Yanling Saber made a harsh sound as it slowly slid down the blade. Lu Yu's body shook, and the long sword in his hand sank into Lu Yu's arm bit by bit. Blood slowly overflowed, flowing smoothly.
The sword dropped to the ground.
Lu Yu's steps were retreating bit by bit.
Suddenly, Lu Yu took a big step back, and at the same time his body suddenly leaned back. The tip of the Yanling knife in Yin Huaitu's hand went along Lu Yu's body, from his shoulder to his ribs. A deep wound appeared instantly,
Blood came out, soaking Lu Yu's clothes silently.
Lu Yu's face immediately turned pale, but he didn't seem to feel it. He raised his long sword, turned his wrist, and stabbed forward with the 'Wangzhi' sword. At the same time, he raised his right foot and stepped heavily on the Yanling Saber.
On the spine of the knife.
Yin Huaitu felt the handle of the knife suddenly sink in his hand, and his body suddenly leaned forward, while Lu Yu's sword on the opposite side had already stabbed him. In desperation, he had no choice but to let go of the Yanling knife, stepped down, and stepped back. At the same time, his arms
Lift it up and slap the 'Wangzhi' sword sideways with one palm.
Although she retreated quickly enough, Lu Yu's sword was faster, and the tip of the sword instantly pierced Yin Huaitu's shoulder. At this moment, she reached out to clap her hand. With one palm strike, the long sword crossed her shoulder, and the sword tip smoothly
It flew out against her shoulder blades.
Yin Huaitu staggered, then stepped back nearly a foot, then stabilized his body and glanced over his shoulder.
At the wound, Bai Sensen's bones could be vaguely seen, and her arm was hanging down uncontrollably. Blood slowly fell down her arm from her fingertips, leaving a blood line. Her arm was basically useless for the time being.
Lu Yu looked at the injury on his chest. The bones were also deep and visible. In comparison, his injury was much more serious than Yin Huaitu's. But Lu Yu didn't seem to care at all.
He looked up at Yin Huaitu and grinned.
"In terms of strength, you are indeed much stronger than me. Unfortunately, you cherish your life more than me. If we really fight, even if you can kill me, you will lose half of your life. Do you believe it?"
As he spoke, he lowered his body and picked up the Yan Ling knife from the ground. After the Yan Ling knife was stained with blood, the color of the blade became brighter and even a little strange.
"I can also get a precious sword by the way, which is not a loss, don't you think?"
Yin Huaitu just looked at him quietly, her eyes deep and cold, as if the Yanling knife did not belong to her.
Clear footsteps sounded. Next to him, the little Taoist priest walked towards Lu Yu step by step. Because Shang Baizang and Lan Ke suddenly intervened, the little Taoist priest failed to kill Jing Jiuxiao after all.
Opposite, Shang Baizang supported the seriously injured Jing Jiuxiao and slowly walked to Yin Huaitu. He looked at her in surprise and then at Lu Yu. His eyes flickered, but he said nothing.
The little Taoist priest glanced at Lu Yu and threw him a pill to heal his wounds.
"Jing Jiuxiao, I haven't had enough fun yet, how about another fight?" The little Taoist priest looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of ridicule.
Jing Jiuxiao stared at the little Taoist priest fiercely, said nothing, and gently closed his eyes, his body full of breath.
And Jing Yunxiao, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly stood up and turned his gaze to Lu Yu. He cupped his hands with a smile on his face, looking quite humble.
"Don't you know the name of this brother?"
"Lu Yu." Lu Yu glanced at him, wondering why he suddenly stood up.
"Brother Lu, there is actually no hatred between us. We fought before just because we were competing for the opportunity here." As he said that, the topic suddenly changed.
"Brother Lu fought against Huai Tu before and got Huai Tu's Yan Ling Saber. However, Brother Lu, since you have a sword that is not weaker than the Yan Ling Saber, I wonder if you can return the Yan Ling Saber to Huai Tu. Of course,
I definitely don’t want Brother Lu to give it to me for free. If Brother Lu has any conditions, you can put them forward. As long as they are not too excessive, we will definitely agree. How about it?"
"Huh?" Lu Yu finally understood what he meant. He looked at him with interest, then turned to Jing Jiuxiao and Yin Huaitu.
The little Taoist priest stood next to Lu Yu and rolled his eyes.
"Want to get back the Yan Ling Dao? It's easy to say, I won't make it difficult for you. Like Taiyi Jade Pink Pill, Taiyi Soul Summoning Pill, Rebirth Pill, Duer Pill, there are ten or eight jars of each." The little Taoist said with a big hand.
With a wave of his hand, he said very "magnanimously".
Hearing what the little Taoist said, the smile on Jing Yunxiao's face suddenly froze and he laughed dryly, "Fellow Taoist Xuanzhenzi, this joke is not funny at all!"
Yin Huaitu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he lowered his head slightly, and said calmly, "Since Taoist Fellow Taoist likes the Yanling Saber so much, so what if Huaitu gave it to Fellow Taoist Taoist, why bother saying these unrealistic and crazy things, just to make people laugh?
.”
The little Taoist priest glanced at her, half-smiling, and then sneered, "Give it to me? Taoist fellow Yin really knows how to joke! This knife was thrown away by you yourself when my brother fought with you. Since it is his trophy, then it is
How do you give it to me? Fellow Daoist Yin, don’t say such unrealistic and crazy things in the future, so as not to make people laugh!"
After hearing what the little Taoist said, Yin Huaitu stared at him. After a long time, he said, "That's what fellow Taoist Gongyang said."
