Wulian Xianzun

Chapter 137
The sharp and powerful sword energy raged, roaring towards the woman.

The woman didn't seem to have thought that Xiao Yuan's sword was so fast and cunning that she was not given any time to react. All she could do now was quietly wait for the sword energy to pierce her body.

But there was no fear in her eyes, as if she was not afraid of death at all, or those cloudy eyes were already 'dead'.

Seeing that Xiao Yuan's sword energy was about to penetrate the woman, at this moment, a powerful piercing sound resounded above the void, and then a powerful wave of spiritual power suddenly blasted down, knocking down several of Xiao Yuan's sword qi. The air was blown away.

Suddenly, an icy chill enveloped Xiao Yuan, which made Xiao Yuan frown tightly. If he continued to attack, although he could kill the woman in front of him, he might not escape death!
So Xiao Yuan naturally wouldn't do such a stupid thing. As soon as Qing Hong closed it, he suddenly changed his offensive to defensive, and he also stood quietly within a foot away from the woman.

But at this time, a sharp blade shining with cold light pierced through the poisonous gas and stabbed towards Xiao Yuan's left.

Xiao Yuan had no choice but to use the body of the Qinghong sword to resist, and the big knife slammed into the Qinghong sword fiercely. The huge force knocked Xiao Yuan several feet away, but there was no danger
It's just that the previous woman in black gauze took this opportunity to distance herself from Xiao Yuan, and hid in the poisonous gas again.

And that sharp blade also disappeared, and the whole surrounding became quiet again.

Xiao Yuan sneered, and holding the Qinghong sword, he ran towards the direction where the screams were still being made, where the Long Army must have encountered some powerful enemy.

It's just that during the plundering, a big hand made of invisible spiritual power suddenly stretched out from the ground and grabbed Xiao Yuan's calf. This move made Xiao Yuan hard to guard against, and he didn't even notice any signs at all, indicating that this was the opponent's hand. The killer feature.

And Xiao Yuan's body also leaned forward due to inertia, it was too late and then it was too fast, just for a moment, that sharp big knife pierced through the poisonous gas again, facing Xiao Yuan's body that was leaning forward fiercely. hack away.

This time, Xiao Yuan was extremely dangerous, if he just hit the sword like this, he would definitely die!
But in the face of such a dangerous scene, Xiao Yuan quickly calmed down, lightly waved his other hand, and a short black spear pierced through the air, pulling out afterimages.

"Huh?" It seemed that he had sensed the soul-intimidating coercion emanating from the soul-destroying gun, and there was a startled sound from the poisonous gas.

The broadsword that was originally slashing at Xiao Yuan was also withdrawn abruptly, and then there were muffled sounds in front of him, and Xiao Yuan could feel a powerful aura fighting against the soul-destroying gun.

Xiao Yuan knew that it was not that the power of the Dementor Gun was not strong enough, but that his own strength was not strong enough to exert the power of the Dementor Gun, which made the opponent resist. Of course, the person who can block the Dementor Gun, at least It also takes Wu Zong's peak strength to do it.

"Pfft!" The sound of vomiting blood came from the darkness, and Xiao Yuan took the opportunity to swipe to the place where the soul-destroying gun was, and saw a pool of blood on the ground, which was obviously caused by the injury of the person fighting against the soul-destroying gun earlier, but There is no one around.

"Huh, pretending to be a ghost, I thought it was some kind of monster, so it would also be injured!" Xiao Yuan sneered, but he was extremely surprised in his heart. The soul-destroying gun is so mysterious that ordinary people can't catch its trace, let alone resist it. , but the opponent resisted it!Its strength is self-evident.

Thinking of the opponent's strength, Xiao Yuan couldn't help but become serious. It would be fine if the opponent was a Martial Ancestor, but there were at least two opponents. Xiao Yuan couldn't afford to fight a war of attrition. At least the opponent could resist the soul-destroying gun. It would be very dangerous for Xiao Yuan to run out of mental power. With his peak strength as a Martial King, he couldn't fight against two people who were at least Wu Zong or even Wu Zong's peak...
And Xiao Yuan is not someone who just sits and waits to die. Right now, his life is not in danger. What he is worried about is other people. The screams from Long Jun earlier proved that they were killed. Now that the screams have disappeared, it is very likely that Long Jun has died. destruction.

Xiao Yuan's sneering voice still echoed in the valley, and a series of echoes sounded, and the person in the dark seemed to have been greatly traumatized and never appeared again.

It's just that Xiao Yuan is clear that the other party has never left, but is hiding around, waiting for him to show his flaws, and then give himself a fatal blow.

Holding Qinghong tightly, Xiao Yuan walked slowly in one direction, constantly thinking about how to deal with the enemies hidden in the dark, and how to find other lost people as soon as possible.

How did I get separated from other people, why there is no sign at all, is all this an illusion or real?
Kaka Xiao Yuan's feet stepped on the white bones and walked forward. There were some people and some monsters. Obviously, there have been many fierce battles here.
Just after walking a few feet away, Xiao Yuan saw a short figure a foot away in front of him.

"Little senior!" Xiao Yuan's expression brightened, and he hurriedly dodged forward, but at this moment, he suddenly saw the short figure turn his head and smiled at Xiao Yuan strangely.

It was indeed Long Ling'er's face, but it looked as if it had been deformed, and even at this moment his seven orifices began to ooze blood
This made Xiao Yuan stunned for a moment, and saw the opponent's small mouth suddenly opened and spit out a hidden weapon with extremely strong fluctuations, which made Xiao Yuan, who was stunned, terrified, and almost didn't dodge it.

But just as Xiao Yuan dodged, a short figure had already flashed out, his hands turned into sharp palm knives, stabbing at Xiao Yuan with a bloodthirsty face.

The speed was so fast that even Xiao Yuan couldn't react at all!
"Chi!" This was the sound of a sword entering his body, and a burst of severe pain came from Xiao Yuan's shoulder!
Xiao Yuan snorted coldly, and with a flash of Qinghong sword light, he chopped off the opponent's head, because he already knew that this was not the real Long Ling'er at all!

The figure whose head was cut off, however, drilled out countless tiny poisonous snakes from inside, and shot up one after another, biting towards Xiao Yuan!
Looking at the densely packed poisonous snakes, Xiao Yuan's face showed disgust. Although he has supernatural power in his body and is said to be invulnerable to all poisons, he doesn't want to be touched by such disgusting things!
"Huh!" Xiao Yuan opened his mouth wide, and suddenly snorted loudly, a powerful wave emanated from his brain, and the powerful thought power spread out in a circular shape, completely shaking the snakes that were attacking densely into powder.

But at this moment, the big knife that had been hidden in the dark suddenly reappeared, without giving Xiao Yuan any chance to breathe, it directly slashed at Xiao Yuan's head.

Xiao Yuan was injured just now, and he used a soul skill that was extremely mentally consuming. Facing this sudden knife, no matter whether he was a peak martial king or a puppet master, he couldn't resist it.

(End of this chapter)