Retrograde fairy way

"cut!"

He was answered with an awe-inspiring shout. Wang Mo was holding the Cangming Halberd, and the blue-golden brilliance flashed all over his body. He was as awe-inspiring as a god of war, with an astonishing momentum coming out.

That is not the aura brought by the cultivation base, but the natural longevity of the spirit.

It was a fearless, courageous momentum.

That was Wang Mo's inner cry, he wanted to find a way home in this lonely world.

Even if the road is full of ups and downs, just use your feet to smooth it out!

Even if this road is full of thorns, cut it into pieces with the halberd in your hand!

Even if this road is illusory, use an indomitable heart to see through the illusion!

As if feeling his heart, the Cang Ming Halberd buzzed and clanked, as if responding to its owner, an unparalleled sharpness suddenly burst out.

Amidst the explosion of anger, Yuan Jinqiao's eyes seemed to lose his focus, but he quickly reacted, looking at Wang Mo who was killing him quickly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was actually overwhelmed by a mid-stage alchemy cultivator.

With horror in his heart, even more resentment surged up. The Nascent Soul Saint has the pride of a saint, even if it is a little bit, he will not allow the weak to trample on it.

"die!"

There was a loud roar, and Yuan Jinqiao's mind moved, and the light on the mace shone brightly, splitting into countless brilliance and covering Wang Mo.

But no matter how far those brilliance shot, countless cross blood blades roared out, stopping them all with a clang.

With a loud bang, Yuan Jinqiao was instantly knocked into the air, and with a bang, the heavy blow slid down on the light curtain.

Xue Yi took the opportunity to attack successfully, and took advantage of the situation to pounce on him again, shooting out countless Limang while dancing with his claws, striking away like a gust of wind and rain.

"puff!"

A mouthful of fresh blood mixed with strong devilish energy sprayed out. It was a panacea that had not had time to be refined. At this time, Yuan Jinqiao was hit hard one after another. The strong vitality contained in the panacea had already blocked his meridians, making his body faint. There was a pain.

If you don't spit it out, even if you dodge the blow, the subsequent attacks will definitely be more ferocious. The longer the time drags on, the heavier the pressure on the meridians in the body will become.

At the moment when he spit out the elixir, Wang Mo was already approaching with the Cangming Halberd in his hand.

"Humph!"

There was a look of coldness in Yue Jinqiao's eyes, and he clenched his right hand and slammed it down. No matter how powerful you are, without the backing of advanced cultivation, everything is vain.

But he was wrong in an instant. It can be said that his condition at this time is only relying on the strength of his body, and there is not much magic energy that can be mobilized.

But Wang Mo is full of vigor, under the double rest of the body, he has the unparalleled sharpness of the Cangming Halberd, and his combat power is already very close to that of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

There was a chirping sound, and when Yue Jinqiao felt the pain on the front of the fist, he quickly withdrew his fist to the side.

But he is a Nascent Soul cultivator after all, and even though his jade bones are not as strong as Wang Mo, a body-refining master, he is not far behind.

The sharp halberd blade clanged across the front of his fist, bringing a smoky flame, but he spread his phalanx halfway, and was taken aside by his deflected fist.

The corners of Yuan Jinqiao's eyes twitched slightly. At this moment, he realized how terrible the crisis in the depths was.

When he wanted to control the treasure to attack Wang Mo, he was entangled tightly by the blood soul puppet and the blood clothes.

Faced with this scene, Yuan Jinqiao had no choice but to confront Wang Mo head-on, and thrust forward with his left hand, thrusting towards Wang Mo's chest.

But he obviously underestimated Wang Mo's melee combat ability. Wang Mo, who had never cultivated in this area before, squinted his eyes slightly, and swung the Cangming Halberd with one hand, which instantly turned into a huge cyan halo.

There was a clanging sound, and his left hand, which was as big as a cattail fan, was directly agitated.

But the Nascent Soul Saint is the Nascent Soul Saint. While his left hand was swung away, his right hand quickly clenched his fist and punched straight to the center of the light circle.

With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that only the middle part of this move was its flaw.

There was a loud bang, and a fist the size of a human head, surrounded by a terrifying black light, instantly hit the center of the light circle.

babble!

Wang Mo only felt a strong attack, his nose couldn't help but let out a groan, and his body couldn't stop flying upside down amidst the surge of energy and blood.

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, Wang Mo held the Cangming Halberd in his hand, and the sharp tail of the halberd drew a large number of sparks on the ground. With the clanging sound, he retreated a full ten feet before Wang Mo stopped his figure.

The real energy in his body swelled, flowing through some painful meridians, and Wang Mo felt better in his body.

"As expected of the Nascent Soul Saint!" Wang Mo squinted his eyes, bent his knees, and rubbed his body again.

Now that he has made up his mind to kill the saint, there is no reason to give up halfway.

"Wang Mo, it's not good for you or me to fight any longer, why don't you just let it go?" Seeing him coming up with a relentless assassin, the corners of Yuan Jinqiao's eyes twitched slightly, but he still wanted to dodge and shouted sharply.

Wang Mo, however, had no intention of responding. If he chooses to let go under such circumstances, then he is very likely to be entangled by that demon for the rest of his life, and the road to entry will be extremely difficult in the future.

With a slight movement in his mind, he stared at Yuan Jinqiao with condensed eyes, and suddenly reached forward with his left hand, and with a sound of stabbing sound from the red gold sword, it turned into a ten-foot sword light and slashed down.

"Humph!"

Yuan Jinqiao's face was gloomy, and his eyes were staring at Wang Mo like fire. With his dignity as the Nascent Soul Saint, he repeatedly lowered his posture and begged for peace with the other party, but he was ignored like this. How could he not be angry? .

With his right hand clenched into a fist, he swiftly slammed down on Jianmang, twisted his body and took the initiative to attack for the first time, and rushed towards Wang Mo.

"throat!"

But at this moment, Yuan Jinqiao, who was galloping out, paused suddenly, and let out a groan from his mouth and nose, before another mouthful of blood protruded.

When he looked up, he saw that the blood soul puppet had already tightly circled the mace within the attack range, spewing out a pungent blood flame from time to time to burn.

It is a rare blood flame poison, which is most likely to contaminate the spirituality and inner consciousness of treasures.

But at this time, Jin Hammer and Hei Tie Claw were stopped by Xue Yi and Xin Qihu desperately. The Blood Soul Puppet itself was not weaker than Yuan Jinqiao, and it was absolutely no problem to take away his true treasure.

Such an opportunity, how could Wang Mo let it go, Tingji stabbed at the bottom of his heart.

The swift and fierce Cangming Halberd was like a dragon in Wang Mo's hands, exuding endless killing intent.

Yuan Jinqiao's complexion was ugly for a while, but at this time, it was not only the throbbing pain in the meridians in his body, but also his natal treasure was injured, and he even felt a swelling pain in his mind, and even his eyes turned black.

The body was not quite in control, so he had to turn around to get past his vitals.

With a clang of gold and iron, Wang Mo cut out first-class flames on the golden scales on his chest, creating a deep groove, but only slightly hurt his skin.

Such an opportunity came back in vain.

But Wang Mo was not discouraged at all. If the Nascent Soul Saint was so easy to kill, then he wouldn't be the Nascent Soul Saint.

As soon as the halberd pierced the air, Wang Mo stepped on his feet, twisted his waist, and jumped up with a bang. The Cangming Halberd swiftly slid several times in his right hand, then clenched his hands tightly, and slashed down fiercely.

Sensing the strong wind above his head, Yuan Jinqiao felt his scalp go numb for a while, before he could think about it, he directly crossed his arms.

With a clang, the Cangming halberd blade fiercely slashed across his arm, bringing up large swaths of blood and sparks.

"what!"

Yuan Jinqiao suddenly let out a scream, and his body was hit by this force, and he couldn't stop going backwards.

The muscles on the arm are different from other places, and the split here is enough to affect the display of the overall strength. For the current Yuan Jinqiao, it is nothing more than worse.

Wang Mo's eyes narrowed, and he was in a position to not let anyone down. He flicked his right index finger swiftly, and a dark red blood light pierced Yuan Jinqiao in an instant.

In the flickering dark red blood light, a long blood-colored needle with a length of one foot can be vaguely seen, which is the soul-eating needle that was damaged back then.

It was also his bad luck, the blood soul puppet was burning the mace with blood flame poison, and the bone blade, which was so immortal, chopped down abruptly.

Amidst a loud clang, the mace let out a whine, and most of the black and red devilish energy was immediately suppressed, with a look of greatly damaged spirituality.

After being hit by this blow, Yuan Jinqiao, who was deeply implicated, let out a miserable howl again, and his body staggered back again uncontrollably, not noticing that the attack of the soul-eating needle was approaching.

With a soft bang, the Soul Eater needle pierced into his right eye accurately, without any blood seeping out.

"Ah!" Yuan Jinqiao howled again, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull it out.

"burst!"

Wang Mo made a tactic with one hand, and suddenly shouted, these movements were done in one go, obviously he had been prepared for a long time.

With a soft bang, the Soul-Eating Needle was not as violent as the self-explosion of the golden core, but simply turned into a cloud of dark red dust, which swelled outwards suddenly, but then shrank inwards in an instant.

"Wow!"

As if experiencing something extremely painful, Yuan Jinqiao uttered a terrifying howl, covered his head with his hands involuntarily, and suddenly rolled on the ground.

That is the strange poison in the soul-eating needle has been completely exploded. Even though the soul-eating needle was damaged before, but now it explodes with all its strength, and it is in its eyes. The soul-eating poison will melt into the body when it sees blood. The speed of transmission is extremely fast, and it is specifically aimed at divine consciousness.

Caught off guard, Yuan Jinqiao has already been tricked.

In this situation, the few real treasures that he still had the strength to control before made a few clangs and fell to the ground in an instant.

Wang Mo smiled coldly, and rubbed his body with the halberd again. If he doesn't make a move now, when will he wait?

Blood Soul Puppet, Blood Clothes, and Xin Qihu naturally discovered the situation at this time, and they all put aside the few real treasures, stretched their bodies and rushed towards Yuan Jinqiao.

"Roar!"

The one who rushed to the front was the ferocious monster Blood Soul Puppet. When he was approaching, he suddenly jumped into the air, raised the blood bone blade high, and with a clang, the cross blood blade shot out one after another .

The speed of the cross blood blade even surpassed the figure of Wang Mo who was rushing forward, and cut through the golden scales between Yuan Jinqiao's chest and abdomen with a clang, and then those cross blood blades radiated endless fierce light and came one after another, making a loud puffing sound Directly submerged into its chest and abdomen.

At this time, Wang Mo's war halberd was straight out, and it was piercing into the wound opened by the cross blood blade, and the halberd completely sank with a puff.

At this moment, Bloody's ten sharp nails made a whistling sound, and all of them sank into Yuan Jinqiao's vitals along the wound.