The red gold aura in his body surged wildly, causing his skin to become hotter and higher, and his body was filled with blood.
"Die for me!!!"
He slapped it out with all his strength, and the sword shadow within a small range of his body was even shattered.
"Marcealed Qi, how is this possible? It was obviously still..."
Qingyu's eyes narrowed. He had tested Yuesheng a little in the restaurant. At that time, he definitely did not reach the level of marrow qi. He was sure of this!
The moment of surprise made the sword in his hand stutter slightly. Yue Sheng's eyes shone with fierce light. He grabbed the sword's body with one hand and twisted it hard, causing the sword to make it sound, but it did not break.
The palm of the other hand turned slightly black and red, and he used the poison to slap Qingyu's head.
Feeling the powerful twisting force suddenly coming from the sword body, Qingyu almost failed to remove the hilt of the sword, but his long-term training and combat experience allowed him to stop this instinctive movement.
He flipped his wrist and then used all the energy and strength in his body to pull it up suddenly, trying to cut off half of Yuesheng's palm directly.
However, he found that the sword in his hand could not move at all. The hand was steadily grasping the sword body like a rock, not caring about the hole cut by the sword blade and the continuous blood flowing down the sword body.
It's like...not feeling the pain.
Qingyu had no choice but to choose a sword cultivator, which was the best decision for the swordsman - to abandon the sword!
When Yuesheng's other hand was only three inches away from his head, Qingyu directly released the hilt of the sword, then pointed his toes behind, rubbed Yuesheng's fingertips on his scalp and avoided Yuesheng's palm.
Honey!
Qingyu suddenly felt a pain in his scalp, and an unbearable tingling and burning sensation rose from where Yuesheng had been rubbed.
That part of his hair instantly turned black and revealed his little scalp.
poisonous!
Qingyu quickly used his qi to seal the qi and blood in the area rubbed by Yuesheng to prevent the spread of the toxicity, and his eyes became more and more serious.
Yuesheng's martial arts, power and ** are really weird. This is the first time he has encountered such a difficult opponent since he walked around the world, which is even more difficult than those monsters!
laugh!
Suddenly, Qingyu's pupils shrank, and he felt a severe pain coming from his chest.
When I looked down, I saw a white hand inserted into my chest, and the blood was falling down between my fingers.
The thoughts in my mind suddenly disappeared.
He looked behind him incredibly, and looked at the dull eyes that were not fluctuating again, "Xue'er, why...?"
He didn't understand, really didn't understand. Did Fei Xueling say to him before all the fake ones? Or was she controlled?
But how is this possible? It is absolutely taboo to control a person's martial arts, secret skills, magical powers, and even weird tricks. Even if there is, no force dares to use it so blatantly.
"Little-faced, where are you looking, I am your opponent!"
Yuesheng's low voice appeared on his side, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw a hand with a faint black red slim gripping towards his right shoulder.
Yuesheng actually came again while his mind was lost.
"mean!"
Qingyu cursed angrily. He wanted to lift the sword, but remembered that his long sword had been lost. Where could there be a sword?
In the crisis, Qingyu used his finger as a sword, and could only stab Yuesheng's palm with his teeth.
He no longer cared about why Fei Xueling did this and was able to quietly pass his hand through his chest. This was the second time since he left the sect that he encountered such a fatal danger.
Buzz!!!
A creepy feeling suddenly rose from Yuesheng's back, causing the blood flow in his body to instantly accelerate, and his heart thumped.
From the corner of his eyes, he just glanced gently behind him, and saw that Ying Xuan was already holding a transparent small sword that was only one-seventh of the length and size of a normal long sword, and was swinging towards him at this time.
A strange and inexplicable, milky white, incomplete pattern flows like milky milk, gathering into a symbol that is both familiar and unfamiliar to the moon.
Just like the symbols he used the Spirit Seal Art to draw, this is a weird pattern!
His pupils gradually widen, and a heavy crisis spread in his heart.
"Cousin, help me block that sword!"
At the critical moment, he ignored anything else and suddenly gave an order to Fei Xueling.
At this time, Qingyu took advantage of Yuesheng's distraction and looked fierce, his fingers turned suddenly, and stabbed straight towards Yuesheng's chin, like a real sharp arrow.
Swish!!!
As soon as the transparent sword in Yingxuan fell, the whole room suddenly became quiet. Yuesheng felt that the surroundings were terrible quiet, without any sound or movement, and even the wind did not flow.
A figure of Feixue Ling suddenly blocked Yuesheng's front. The pink hair was windless, and a gray airflow was filled with the body, exactly the same as the airflow Yuesheng saw in the Xiao family before, but it was much richer.
At this time, Yuesheng's chin was also stabbed by Qingyu's finger sword, and his palm also grabbed Qingyu's right shoulder.
Scream! Bang!!!
"snort!"
"snort!"
Yuesheng and Qingyu both let out a painful groan.
Qingyu's shoulder was twisted and deformed by Yuesheng's claws, and became pitch black. The toxicity continued to erode into his body, emitting a foul smell and burnt smell.
Yuesheng's chin was also pierced with a small hole, and bright red blood kept flowing down, dyeing his ragged clothes brightly red.
Yue Sheng endured the pain and used all his strength to activate the Red Gold Fierce Flame. He covered the wound with one hand and stopped the blood. He punched Qingyu's face with the other hand, both fierce and fierce.
Before the fist was stopped, Qingyu felt a pain, and at this time he no longer had the strength to dodge.
Bang!
Suddenly, a white arm flew towards his head, instantly losing his balance and a punch fell to nothing.
"Senior brother, let's go!"
Yingxuan took out something and smashed it on the ground. A burst of colorful smoke rose, filling the entire room, blocking Yuesheng's vision.
Yuesheng felt his throat burning after taking in a breath. He quickly held his breath and waved a punch in front of him with his feelings, but it just hit the air. Qingyu and the others had no idea where they ran.
It's right.
After a long time, the colorful smoke in the lobby disappeared, and Yuesheng also returned to his sight.
As Yue's injury was added to the accumulation, he couldn't support him and half knelt on the ground.
When he looked towards Fei Xueling, he found that she was picking up her arms that had just been cut off by the small sword on the ground with expressionless face, and then closed her shoulders, and the flesh and blood were squirming, and then connected to her.
It was as if it was not injured.
Yuesheng saw the corners of his mouth twitching throughout the whole process. The spirit was indeed perverted. He dropped one arm and said he would connect it. No wonder the memory of the ancestor Huansheng always talked about the difficulty of Ling and Xie openly and secretly.
There is no way to fight this recovery power in the same level!