He looked at the dense forest covered in coercion and air currents, and he couldn't help muttering in deep thought, "Feng Jiu, who is it?" The sleeves of his shirt fluttered, his white clothes fluttered, and he went inside...
And in the depths of the dense forest, the more the four Nascent Soul experts fought against Feng Jiu, the more frightened they became!Different from the consumption of their vietnam spiritual power aura, she is more courageous as she fought, her spiritual power aura is not weak but rises, as if there is something that does not lose to her to convey spiritual power and profound power to her. The faster the speed, the more amazing the combat power.
Especially, all the ancient coercion released from her body slowed down their speed, even if they are the strong naive infants, they still can't help but fear the ancient coercion.
After the battle, they were injured in many places. The wounds injured by the Qingfeng Sword in her hand did not bleed, because the Qingfeng Sword carried flames across their bodies, and the blood had not leaked out. The flame and the extremely high temperature burned, giving off a burning smell.
The four Nascent Soul powerhouses, one by one with wounds on their bodies, and their disheveled in embarrassment. If this were not personal experience, no one would believe that a little monk at the level of the Great Spiritist actually forced them into this way and fought with her. Once again, they clearly knew the horror of the profound spirit body. If the four of them were not all male, they would definitely take her away and use her body for cultivation.
If people from the outside know that she is actually a body of profound spirits, those who rob her will rush forward and backward. Such a body is the existence of a supreme immortal cultivator, a huge one that cannot be rejected. Temptation, a pity, a pity...
"Shoo! Boom!"
The Qingfeng sword flashed across the air with a fierce bloodthirsty murderous intent. When the powerful airflow flew down, Shengsheng splashed the airflow to both sides, and the air of Jiangang carried the ancient coercion. It slashed fiercely and hit one of the Yuan Ying monks with a bang.
The Yuan Ying monk was terrified. He blocked it with the sword in his hand and injected the strong spiritual power into his body to block the overwhelming murderous intent. However, with the power of his Yuan Ying, he was actually in the powerful sword. He was pushed back step by step under the pressure of Qi and the ancient coercion, and the oncoming powerful airflow blew his facial features almost deformed, like a sharp blade was scratching his skin, even his eyes could not be opened.
"Chang! Bang!"
The sharp sword that stood in front of him was broken under the strong sword-gang breath, and with a clanging clang, he was thrown high in the air and inserted into the ground. At this moment, his whole person was The powerful ancient might shocked him, and only felt that at the moment when he was caught off guard, a loud bang hit him in the chest, and he slammed him out. After a few meters, he couldn't stop, but fell on the ground. Pull out a long trace.
No one heard. At the moment that Yuanying monk was knocked out by the ancient might and fell to the ground, there was a popping sound from his body, as if a sharp blade pierced into his body. It was exactly the broken sword half inserted into the ground. , Dust and smoke flew on the ground, air currents whizzed, no one noticed, under the long trace pulled out by the cultivator Yuan Ying, a little blood oozes, and the figure is also stiff without making a sound, but the eyes are dead. Staring at Feng Jiu, who was in a broken red dress flying in the airflow, couldn't catch his eyes until he died...