Retrograde fairy way

There was a loud clang, and the fists and claws of the two collided, making a piercing sound of gold and iron clashing. Sparks splashed, Yuan Jinqiao let out a muffled grunt, and slammed to the side.

The blood soul puppet's huge body also trembled for a while, and it couldn't stop striding backwards.

Under this blow, the two were evenly matched in chess.

Yue Jinqiao's complexion suddenly changed, his cheeks covered with black hair became even more ferocious, his eyes revealed seriousness for the first time, and there was also a faint trace of regret in his heart, he shouldn't be so careless and let the other party trap him with a formation Own.

But looking at the fierce fighting techniques of several people, none of them broke the formation, which shows the strength of the formation.

Unless one of the two sides perishes, or Wang Mo opens the formation, it means being defeated by him, but if he has the ability to defeat the opponent, he will not be in such a dilemma.

But this trace of regret just appeared, and then dissipated without a trace. He is a magic ape saint, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, how could he lose to several alchemy masters.

His pride, his cultivation, and everything about him did not allow himself to fail.

"Roar!" As if to cheer himself up, Yuan Jinqiao uttered an angry roar, and the black and yellow devilish energy around him suddenly condensed, no longer caring about the rest of the people, he twisted his body and rushed towards the blood soul puppet.

"Roar!"

Not to be outdone, the blood soul puppet let out a loud roar, its huge body drove a roaring explosion, and rushed towards Yuan Jinqiao amidst howling ghosts and wolves.

The two inhuman monsters collided with each other in an instant. Amidst the loud noise, a majestic coercion was generated, and the squeezed surroundings retreated involuntarily.

But that Xiang Jiantong, while backing away, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained a piece of dark red flesh, which was obviously his tongue.

The eyes that were a little unconscious at first suddenly became bloody, and he stomped the ground fiercely under his feet, and his figure quickly rushed towards Yuan Jinqiao, intending to fight him hand-to-hand.

Xin Qihu, who was a little sluggish, opened his mouth slightly, but no words came out, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he also rushed forward.

"Humph!"

Sensing the movement of the two, Yuan Jinqiao snorted coldly with a little disdain. While dancing his claws, the golden hammer and black iron claws above fell instantly, bringing out a sharp howl.

"burst!"

Feeling the strong spirit, Xiang Jiantong spit out a yellow-orange sword light from his mouth, and then burst into a drink.

There was a muffled rumbling sound, and the ferocious aura of the golden hammer froze under the violent critical blow, and then it was thrown away.

This Xiang Jiantong blew himself up at this moment, the talisman of his mind and spirit sacrifice.

At the same time, he rubbed his body up again, and threw himself on his back without any hesitation.

Facing the extremely sharp black iron claws, Xin Qihu's eyes were fixed, and he swung his left hand one after another without thinking. Dozens of jade talismans shot out one after another, and burst open.Whether it is an attacking jade talisman or a defensive jade talisman, they are sacrificed at this moment, as long as they can block the attack of the black iron claw.

As for the figure that was rushing forward, there was a sudden pause, and he backed up in an instant, hoping to retreat to the side of the bloody clothes, and the two of them jointly resisted the attack of the black iron claw.

Yuan Jinqiao, who was going all out to deal with the blood soul puppet, changed his face, but he couldn't spare to deal with Xiang Jiantong behind him at this moment, so he could only rely on his strong cultivation to take the blow head-on.

But in an instant, Yuan Jinqiao's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, because he found that Xiang Jiantong's aura, which had been declining, seemed to be growing at this time, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Hey hey hey!"

Looking at Yuan Jinqiao's broad back, Xiang Jiantong lay down on his stomach without hesitation, hugged his neck with both hands, wrapped his legs around his waist, and his whole body swelled rapidly.

Obviously, at this moment, Xiang Jiantong already has the will to die.

At the moment when he blew himself up, Xiang Jiantong suddenly turned his head and opened his mouth and shouted: "Yuan..."

But then the majestic loud noise completely covered his voice, and the alchemy Dzogchen monk blew himself up. Its power was absolutely no less than that of a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

Looking at Xiang Jiantong who was annihilated in the self-explosion, Xin Qihu opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word, his face was full of complex expressions.

I have known Xiang Jiantong for hundreds of years, and I am very familiar with him. Although I didn't hear the last sentence.

But Xin Qihu was very clear in his heart, it was 'forgive me! '.

Thinking of his wife's unexplained demise, Xin Qihu has always had a knot in his heart that has not been solved, but now it suddenly becomes clear.

But what if it is untied?

Xin Qihu's left hand subconsciously wanted to grab the flying ashes that were blowing away, but he didn't hold back a trace. He closed his eyes fiercely, his cheeks were tense, and he would rather not have seen this scene.

And Yuan Jinqiao, who took the blow abruptly, could not remain indifferent to this blow even if he studied the physical training method.

"puff!"

His chest was like a ball of fire, and amidst the turbulence of Qi and blood, the huge force spread out at once, Yuan Jinqiao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood, and his body couldn't stop rushing forward.

But not far in front of him was the blood soul puppet rushing towards him. At this time, two large bone blades were already held on his claws, and they intersected with each other with a clanging sound. The cross blood blade rushed forward with endless ferocity.

Yuan Jinqiao's pupils shrank suddenly, he clenched his claws suddenly, and spit out a black and yellow aura from his mouth, which instantly turned into a Zhang Xu long mace, and smashed towards the cross blood blade with a bang.

There was a loud bang, the mace flew out after being hit by the blood blade, and the blood soul puppet rubbed his body behind him, dancing towards him with the blood bone blade.

Feeling the ferocious evil spirit, Yuan Jinqiao's complexion changed, but it was too late for the real treasure in his hand to return to defense.

As a last resort, Yuan Jinqiao gritted his teeth fiercely, and punched out with his left hand, which was densely covered with devilish energy, intending to resist the blood bone blade with his body.

However, at this moment, the bloody eyes of the long-prepared bloody clothes flashed with blood, and his hands suddenly swung out, and ten sharp nails on them flew out in an instant, shooting directly at Yuan Jinqiao's back.

The hardness of the nails is not weaker than the top-level magic weapon, and it has the characteristics of the blood coat itself, it will be swallowed by blood, and the power carried on it can be imagined.

"Bastard!"

Under the attack from both sides, even Yuan Jinqiao, as the Nascent Soul Saint, also felt the crisis of life and death at this moment.

The left fist bombarded the blood bone blade, and his body slammed to the side, trying to avoid a few nail blades, but after the transformation, Yuan Jinqiao's chest was extremely broad, how could he dodge them all.

As a last resort, his right fist swung back violently, hitting the nails that were coming from him.

Boom, a loud noise passed by, the demon energy surged away, and the rapid fluctuation of vitality, the fluctuation caused by the collision of the three has already exceeded the initial attack power of the Nascent Soul.

The rumbling sound rolled across like thunder, and the turbulent surrounding light curtains crackled and sputtered countless ripples.

Wang Mo, who was watching the battle outside, suddenly changed his expression, and quickly entered into the formation with his hands, which stabilized the formation again.

No matter how strong this formation is, the spirit stones contained in it are consumed more and more by many attacks, and the power of the formation is weakening more and more.

"puff!"

In the surge of devilish energy, Yuan Jinqiao's cheeks turned purple, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out, and his figure couldn't help but staggered.

There are two obvious scars under his left arm, the bones can be seen deep, the flesh and blood are rolled up, and the black air gushes out, looking hideous and terrifying.

Although there were no such serious injuries on his right arm, there were still several wounds on it, and the strange thing was that there was no trace of blood flowing out.

The wound was wrinkled like dry bark, and there were several deep wounds under the right rib, which also solidified into a gray-brown color.

Obviously, that is the masterpiece of Bloody Nails.

"Damn it!" A panic flashed across Yuan Jinqiao's eyes, and an inexplicable coldness in his body, like a living thing, was devouring his flesh and blood. If it wasn't for his own advanced cultivation, he would only be suppressed for a long time. The flesh and blood of the whole body will be sucked up.

Turning his left hand, he took out a bottle of elixir and put it in his mouth without looking at it. With a crackling sound, his mouth full of fangs directly crushed the jade bottle, and swallowed the elixir mixed with it.

But without waiting for him to refine the elixir, the blood soul puppet had already killed him again with the blood bone blade in his hand, and the blood clothes also rubbed his body and threw himself on his back without fear of death.

"Hmph!" Yuan Jinqiao snorted, and waved his hands, playing the Daoist formula. The golden hammer and black iron claws smashed down quickly, and the mace swooped back to the top of his head to protect himself.

But one after another, the mental and spiritual cultivation was consumed enormously. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator could not withstand such a high-intensity long-term fight, let alone an opponent who was evenly matched with him.

Moreover, both Blood Soul Puppet and Blood Clothes are good at close combat, their bodies are extremely flexible, and they dodge before the real treasure comes.

At this moment, Yuan Jinqiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was another strong breath in the light curtain.

If he was in his prime, this aura was really nothing, but at this time he was already traumatized, although it was not fatal, but with such an extra opponent, facing the siege of the three, one can imagine what would happen.

I saw Wang Mo holding the Cangming Halberd, and with a movement of his body, the blue-gold brilliance flashed all over his body, and he appeared within the formation.

Looking at the mighty Wang Mo, Xin Qihu's eyes flashed bitterness and understanding. He didn't blame the other party for not making a move in the first place.

If it were him, he would do the same, and even make a move when everyone is hurting. That would be the safest way.

Back then, he and Xiang Jian had sympathy for the same siblings, didn't they also turn against each other because of a woman, and finally came to where they are today.

If there were no such things, the two could have worked together to make a fortune in silence, instead of trying to find foreign aid, which would eventually lead to death.

"Wang Mo, I know that you are a cultivator of immortals, so why don't you let this matter go, you don't want to fight with me to death, do you?" While defending against the attack of the blood soul puppet and blood clothes, Yuan Jinqiao shouted with a flash of eyes.

At this time, he still couldn't let go of his figure as the Nascent Soul Saint, and his words showed a hint of arrogance.

Hearing this, the corners of Wang Mo's mouth twitched slightly. Once upon a time, he was wanted to be made into a puppet by these high-ranking people, and then he was restrained by life and death. He was also called the "ditch rat".

But now, he finally wants to cut off the demon in his heart and become his true self.