After being sick and scum, welcome to the Shura field

Chapter 91

The inside and outside of Yao Miasma do not observe the internal situation, and the field of vision is blocked by layers, only the crisp "clank" sound of gold objects being impacted can be heard continuously.

At the beginning, he could barely distinguish the two figures like dragons and snakes racing across the land, flitting up and down, faintly visible, but later he became blind, watching the fire from the other side, but couldn't see anything clearly.

"This is a demon miasma caused by the bad luck in Fei Zong's body. Its poison can confuse people's minds. Everyone, please hold your breath and back away!" Elder Jiuli brushed his sleeves, fanned his screen and retreated, shouting hastily.

The disciples of the Dayan Sect seemed to understand but half understood, but affected by the tense tone of the elder Jiuli, their hearts were worried, and their feet were chaotic and they all kept away from the range of the demon.

Tan Yaben was standing with Gu Yi, but for a moment, she was attracted by the miasma that was flying stiff and spitting out Weisteam. When she was distracted accidentally, she found that Gu Yi had disappeared.

"Aichi?"

He couldn't help but take a few steps forward, penetrated into the demon miasma, and said in a deep voice, "Gu Yi——"

He suddenly thought that she was a mortal with poor resistance to poison, could it be that she was lured in by this evil miasma?

He yelled a few times, but there was no response. Anxiety and a kind of suffocating discomfort flashed through his heart.

Regardless of her?
He hesitated for a moment, but his footsteps violated the rational resistance, and he was still pale with a sick face, and instead of retreating, he closed his breath with spiritual power, and entered the edge of the demon miasma...

"The Straightforward Strategies—Six Scrolls One, Shadow Corpse Transformation."

In a short period of time, Gu Er used two cunning tricks, obviously intending to make a quick decision.

There are seven volumes in "Strategy of Stiffness", and the content is from seven to one volume from shallow to deep. Like the first, second, and third volumes of advanced techniques, he can't read them at all. At present, he has only studied six or seven volumes. The three spells of "Chinian Butcher", "Ghost Crying Demon Miasma" and "Shadow Corpse".

In fact, the combination of "Ghost Crying Demon Miasma" in volume seven and "Shadow Corpse Transformation" in volume six can double the power.

After activating the technique of "Shadow Corpse Transformation", Gu Er's hair color faded to silvery white again, and the paper white skin on his body gradually darkened, as if someone had dipped a pen dipped in light golden paint on his body. The dragon snake, the lines left by the iron and silver hooks falling horizontally.

He didn't know that if other people practiced the "Shadow Corpse Transformation" with this stupid strategy, the Shura pattern on the corpse would be an ominous bloody red color, but he would turn into a ghost due to the merit value of Mr. Gu. pale gold.

Liu Jiang Fusheng first saw the change of Fei Zhan's ghost, his eyes were constricted, but his expression was still calm.

He knew that he didn't have much experience in battles, but he won every step steadily. Moreover, when he was retreating, in the dark, in order to break the nightmare state of mind, he practiced an excellent sensitive reaction, and his body I have long memorized the stress changes that have been tempered for a long time.

Flying stiff mutant body, slender and thin body full of muscles, strength flowing through every inch of muscle, as strong as diamond steel and hard stone, and after the corpse transformation, his strength and speed both increased dramatically.

The black shadow shot upwards, flying like lightning, and the figure that was still moving one second, shifted from its original position in the next second.

bang——

Fei Zang's five fingers were put together, and the mist shattered and exploded, piercing towards Liu Jiang Fusheng's spine.

He spun his flexible waist to avoid it, kicked Feizhi's elbow away, and a Yan Zhan was already slashing away with a sword-cut streamer.

However, Fei Zang didn't evade, he grabbed the sword with his palm, and scoffed——his black skin was eroded on the sword to form a black smoke, but it was stuck in the bone of his hand, and he couldn't enter anymore. Cut a point.

"Only with this ability?" Gu Erhe couldn't see his flesh was burning, he stared at Liu Jiang Fusheng's eyes.

In this regard, Liu Jiang Fusheng Qingmei's lips pursed into a straight line, without saying a word, he swung the sword sideways, and quickly hit the handle with his fingers, the fairy sword was also enraged, and its spiritual power exploded rapidly.

"Eight Desolation and Liuhe Jue-Xuan Xing Jian Yu!"

In the secret path of Mount Lai, Liu Jiang Fusheng's cultivation base improved, and he realized the upgraded version of the previous move of Jian Yu - Xuan Xing Jian Yu.

In the next second, more than a dozen sword arrays of light circles appeared around Fei Zong in an instant. It was not like the large-scale sword array group attack before, but this move was clenched like a giant palm and aimed at strangling one person.

Liu Jiang Fusheng quickly made a formula in his hands, his robes flew away, and his expression was solemn.

The swarms of spiritual power concentrated on their side, and the light from the sword array reflected silver light, dazzling people's eyes, and at the same time, the powerful murderous aura condensed into substance——

Gu Er's pupils dilated.

He didn't have a heartbeat, but there was a popping sound in his head, warning him of danger.

So, he immediately let go of his hand, and kicked his legs back quickly, but those sword arrays locked on him like a sniper, and they followed him no matter whether he went up or down.

Liu Jiang Fusheng looked at it coldly, and said one word lightly: "Put!"

The killing intent finally took shape, and countless frosty lightsabers in the sword array stabbed at Gu Er in all directions, making him unable to hide, impossible to avoid——

No matter how solid Gu Er's iron-copper black skin was, it couldn't withstand the repeated slashing by the sword, and the bloody aura wafted away for a while, his skin was ripped apart, and his whole body was covered with dark green "blood".

Flying Zombie is not, it is actually called "blood" is not accurate, it is just a kind of corpse fluid.

As soon as Liu Jiang Fusheng, whose spiritual power was taken away by more than half of his big move, stopped, he panted slightly and focused on the front.

However, even though the flying zombie was scratched by thousands of knives, there was no good skin all over his body, but he still didn't fall down. The zombie's pain sense has always been numb, and he is not afraid of bleeding, and he doesn't care about the loss of the corpse. Reborn again.

Gu Erxin said.

so close.

Fortunately, he listened to his sister's words and didn't deliberately reserve his strength. He used "Ghost Crying Demon Miasma" and "Shadow Corpse Transformation" at once, otherwise, he really didn't know if he would be able to withstand the move just now.

While absorbing Yin Qi to fill up the tattered corpse, the green liquid flowing out of his body "ticked" and fell to the ground, corroding small holes, and his injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Even the monks in the Nascent Soul Stage couldn't do me any harm, but you did."

A word of praise or sarcasm came out of his mouth, but Liu Jiang Fusheng felt the fighting spirit of the other party, as if he would launch a violent attack in the next second.

Sure enough, an afterimage suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, Liu Jiang Fusheng opened his eyes slightly, and staggered to block his sword, but his body was pushed back more than ten meters by bowing.

His attack speed was several times faster than before.

But before he stopped, the black shadow approached again, his speed was too fast, even the surrounding mist was a beat behind before he retreated as if fleeing for his life, Liu Jiang Fusheng had no time to swing his sword, and a heavy blow hit him —Crack!
Thoracic fracture.

Strength is also multiplied.

Severe pain spread throughout his body like a sharp knife, making him almost breathless.

His whole body was icy cold, with cold sweat breaking out, he endured the surge of blood, and with a twist of his wrist, the long sword approached, but the black shadow had dissipated like a poisonous miasma.

After he swung a blow in the air, he slumped down weakly, and finally supported the ground with a sword, and he vomited out a mouthful of thick blood when he opened his mouth.

(End of this chapter)