The sword light and sword shadow, murderous aura, the coercive aura of the foundation-building cultivator surged with the battle, forming a low pressure in the air, the sharp sword aura and the sharp sword gang refraction in the collision, making a thump The crash sound.
The surrounding trees were cut by sword energy, and liquid dripped and splashed to the ground. As their fighting became more intense, the smell of blood spread in the air.
"Boom! Boom!"
A San Xiu in the late stage of foundation building swung a fierce sword, and the blade with strong spiritual power was filled with air currents visible to the naked eye, and the biting sword aura struck out at an unpredictable speed. Split to Song Ming.
Feeling that the crisis came with killing intent, Song Ming looked in that direction. At this look, he had no time to resist, he could only rush to one side quickly to avoid it. However, the opponent's speed was extremely fast. He avoided the fatal blow, and was still knocked out by the powerful air current, throwing him several meters away.
"hiss!"
He took a breath, and his body rolled over on the ground, and the pain in his body made him look down.
I saw that there were countless deep or shallow cuts in his body by that sword qi, blood oozing from the wound, and slightly tugged, so painful that he grinned and gritted his teeth and stared at the man who was looking at him contemptuously. Loose repair.
"Bah!" He vomited the blood in his mouth, wiped the corner of his mouth and walked forward again with the sword in his hand: "Fortunately, I avoid it quickly, otherwise I would really be split in half."
Holding the sword, he walked from slow to fast, with one hand moving slightly, as if there was something on his arm, the evil spirit on his body was aroused: "Look at your grandfather, I'm a bully, right? When I kill you, You know your grandfather is not a bully!"
"Boy! Looking for death!"
Another monk waved his sword forward. However, before he got close to Song Ming, he saw his left hand raising his hand. With a scream, a cold light struck out coldly. It was a sleeve arrow that shot directly through the monk. His heart stabbed another person behind.
"Ok!"
The monk and the person behind did not expect to suddenly hit the arrow, the whole body stiffened, and the whole person fell backwards. At this moment, the sleeve arrow that shot the back monk in the chest seemed to have spiritual power. Usually flew back with a squeak, and automatically stuck it back into Song Ming's sleeve arrows.
"Damn! Why don't you use this baby earlier? You have to wait for someone to kill you before you use it, right?" Ning Lang turned his head and stared, his strength is not as strong as that of many people, but he has a lot of treasure on his body. Killing people while evading, and because of this, he was the least injured.
"boom!"
When Luo Fei attacked a person, he was kicked out by another San Xiu. After staggering back a few steps to stabilize, he clutched his kicked belly and rubbed him, staring angrily.
I cursed in my heart: too many people bully us, right?it is good!Then don't blame me for being overcast.
He quickly retreated to Ning Lang, shook out a strange mask from the space and handed it to him: "Put it on!"
Ning Lang took a glance and asked, "What can this do? Can you prevent people from being beaten in the face?"
"Let you wear it, don't ask so much nonsense, it won't hurt you anyway." Luo Fei said irritably, took out a few more and threw it to Song Ming and Duan Ye, and finally wore one of his own. Then he took something out of the space.
Not far away, Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly when he saw this scene...