Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 89 Defeat (Calling readers to read this chapter!)

Yue Muzhou gritted his teeth and swung his sword with all his might, "Heaven and earth are all of the same force" is still there, and Xianjun's broken body is cut off again and sent flying.

Then he swayed, leaned against the tree and sat down slowly, panting with the remaining true energy in his body.

The Immortal Lord also hit the tree, and his hollow, skeleton-like body slid down. His bones and flesh adjusted his center of gravity and support, and spliced ​​himself into a shape that could stand.

The body after the sword air flow passed through seemed to have been scorched by hot molten iron. His head was ugly and mutilated, almost only a skeleton remained, only a pair of golden pupils were still aloof.

On the arm holding the pearl, flesh and blood seemed to melt and drip, black scales, faint blue, and blood red were smeared into a mosaic, and the sharp bones pinched on the pearl, like a ghost.

Just as Yue Muzhou was defeated with a single punch just now, Xianjun's powerful body is now truly on the line of life and death.

But Yue Muzhou was no longer able to strike any more swords.

Yue Muzhou undoubtedly won the fight, but he lost to his 18-year-old body.

Although Xianjun was defeated in this battle, his purpose was not to defeat or kill the person in front of him, but to destroy the thorn in his sense of fate.

Now it is held in the claws.

This bead is clear and translucent, stained with bright red, and carries warmth.

There is faint coral-like brilliant light and shadow inside, which is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but when viewed with the dragon pupil, the coral appears soft and fragile, just like the tender pistil in a flower bud.

Because it had just been taken out of the belly of its previous owner, the surrounding energy had not yet dissipated, but it had immediately entered a dormant state.

In this state, it is immortal and can be stored for thousands of years, waiting to be opened by its next owner.

A layer of hard and translucent matter wraps it, like a piece of glazed amber, which is the protective shell formed by all the energy it can control at the moment of danger.

Xianjun stretched out his other hand first, and made a move towards Fenghuai City.

At the same time, the bone claw holding the bead slowly tightened, and the scene when it was infecting the Heart-Chopping Glass reappeared. The dragon's blood formed sharp frost flowers and slowly climbed onto the bright bead.

The defense condensed on the outermost layer suddenly let out a quenching roar, and the frost and zhenqi clashed again.

But this time the Dragon Blood Frost Flower was much weaker than that of Heart-Chopping Glass, and it no longer had the momentum of attacking like thousands of poisonous flood dragons.

But the dragon's blood was still pushing forward firmly and slowly. Gradually, the frost blue was all wrapped up, and the sound of "sizzling" disappeared. After a moment of silence, the wrapped bead made a soft "click" sound, and the frost flowers and The shell formed by the infuriating energy shattered into pieces and fell off like an eggshell.

Exposing the clear and clean body.

Next, not only the sharp dragon's blood, but also the frost and fire wrapped around it. After hundreds of repetitions of high temperature and freezing, the bead finally broke through a tiny crack.

For the first time, something that could be called "emotion" appeared in Xianjun's eyes.

It is the satisfaction of having a purpose finally achieved.

He tightened his finger claws and focused all his power on this crack - his body was suddenly completely uninstructed!

Including the dragon's blood and frost fire, they also slowly receded.

In the woods, a black cat came out stepping on dead leaves, its blue eyes raised, staring at him calmly and coldly.

Xianjun lowered his head, and a chi head formed from the flesh and blood around his neck, grabbed the pearl, and threw it in front of the black cat.

Hei Chi, who also has a [quail head], has been carefully buried in Qiongqi's flesh and blood until now, and finally revealed his existence undisguisedly at this time, like an undercover agent who only strikes at the most deadly places.

The moment this soul was revealed, the Immortal Lord's consciousness violently suppressed it. Even if only half of it was wiped away by the Heart-Zhancing Glaze, and the resting place was broken by Yue Muzhou, the remaining consciousness would only take a few breaths to crush it.

And Hei Chi clings to the control of his body, never allowing him to move freely.

A white shadow is like a frightened bird!

Zhan Xin Liuli killed the Immortal Lord with one strike of his sword.

But before the head hit the ground, it turned into liquid and flowed back to the body.

The real damage was to the mind. Hei Chi immediately felt that his consciousness was obviously weakened by the bite.

"Not enough!" Black Cat closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Zhan Xin Liuli was already trembling in pain, Ming Qitian quickly swung the second sword and penetrated into the chest of the Immortal Lord.

This time, a wisp of fire rushed toward her. Ming Qitian did not dodge or dodge, relying on her true energy to endure the burning, and swung her sword again.

Hei Chi had told her earlier that it had very limited restraint on Xianjun, and the most precious thing was time.

"Again!" A large part of the power attacking him was cut off again, and Hei Chi's own consciousness would also collapse.

Ming Qitian pierced through that god-seed with another sword, and the effect of this sword is outstanding!
Black Chi felt that the pressure on his body was almost reduced, and it used its last strength to launch a counterattack.

"Stab here again!"

Black Chi's soul was completely shattered, but in its last glance, Gao Mo's consciousness was like a candle in the wind.

"Just the last sword!" it shouted at the last moment.

Ming Qitian calmly raised her sword and stabbed.

But the sword failed to penetrate.

It was as if an iron curtain suddenly descended from the sky.

The forest was dark for a moment, and something flew overhead, as if a flock of birds blocked the light.

The black cat, which had lost control of Xianjun, opened its eyes and looked up at the sky. The cat's body suddenly became cold.

Not a flock of birds.

It's a blue liquid, or more accurately, dragon's blood.

A large amount of dragon blood, a huge amount of dragon blood, fell like a waterfall, submerging Xianjun's broken body.

Ming Qitian's body was already injured. Although she tried her best to thrust out the sword, it still failed to break through the torrent. She gritted her teeth and pressed against the end of the sword hilt, pushing forward hard, and the white zhenqi exploded like a lotus flower.

However, the sword did not advance even an inch, but something surged in the waterfall. In an instant, the boiling dragon's blood blew her whole body away.

Ming Qitian staggered to a stop beside the black cat, raised her head, and looked at this heart-breaking scene with it.

They are the creatures in the city that have been eroded by the rain of ambergris saliva.

Cats, dogs, pigs, cows, donkeys, horses... and of course, people.

a feast.

Xianjun's broken body was like a bottomless pit, and all the falling dragon blood poured into it. At the same time, his weak aura was rising steadily. Although he was far from returning to its peak, it was no longer something Ming Qitian could deal with.

Just one last blow to cut the heart.

No matter how strong his body is, if the god-seed is broken, there is no way to restore his consciousness.

In this reshaped body, that ray of consciousness must still be as thin as a candle.

Just one sword!
However, in front of the dragon body that has returned to strength, who can make up for this last sword?

"I come."

said an old voice.

Ming Qitian turned around, and a shrunken hand put her shoulder.

It's not a support, but a support, and the whole body seems to be weak.

Just walking over has exhausted all his true energy.

"Give me the sword and the true energy." Yue Muzhou gasped weakly, his lungs like a broken bellows, "I told you to teach you the sword in the morning. Be careful."

　It will be on the shelves tomorrow, I will post my comments later.

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