I have a devouring system for spiritual energy recovery

The thin snow swept away and melted into water droplets.

The power of the flames gathered together and turned into a flaming sword.

The flaming sword was a hundred feet in size, hanging high in the air, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the sword cultivator in white.

Whoosh-!

The next moment, the flaming sword slashed down.

When the flaming sword fell, the climate in the entire mountain stream changed accordingly. The mountain stream that had been changed by the sword intention of the swordsman in white became extremely hot.

From the bone-chilling winter, it turned into a dry and hot barren desert.

Zheng Nengcheng felt the drastic changes in the climate, and big beads of sweat could not help but flow from his forehead.

He quickly picked up the unconscious Qiu Rou and stayed away from this dangerous place.

On the ground of the mountain stream, flames rose, turning into a mountain of flames for a while.

Compared to the cold sword intent of the swordsman in white, Yu Baimiao's flaming sword was obviously better at this moment!

The flaming sword fell, and the cold sword of the swordsman in white also lost the blessing of death aura and chill, and its power was suddenly reduced.

boom--!

The flaming sword collided with the sword of the sword cultivator in white.

In an instant, the terrifying shock wave made the ground of the entire mountain stream tremble.

Streams splashed everywhere and the earth cracked.

Smoke and dust billowed, and the surrounding trees fell and broke instantly.

Those slightly closer to the center of the battle had been completely torn apart, and were reduced to powder by the aftermath of the impact.

rumbling...

The aftermath spread towards the distance and lasted for several breaths.

The aftermath gradually subsided and I took a closer look.

I saw that the mountain stream at this moment had been destroyed long ago.

The ground was covered with gravel and smoke, streams were pouring in, and there were cracks in the ground.

Destroyed and horrific.

Feng Linglan and Su Xiaohan were also knocked away by the aftermath of the collision, flying hundreds of meters backwards.

It's not that the aftermath is so strong, it's just that the two women don't want to resist.

Anyway, they were just watching a show. They would find opportunities to pick up the pieces when the time came. There was no need to go up and fight with Yu Baifeng and the others.

even if...

They also need to kill the indigenous people to enter the next level of the tower space.

Because Su Xiaohan and Feng Linglan could not completely trust Yu Baifeng and his team, if they were injured in the battle and Yu Baifeng and his team spied on the many treasures on the two women, it would be more of a loss than the gain.

Yu Baimiao and Yu Baifeng stood frozen in mid-air, their figures not moving at all.

The figure of the sword cultivator in white clothes was already embedded in the ground. His clothes were torn, and there were black burn marks all over his body. From time to time, there was a smell of meat.

Ok……

If a connoisseur is nearby, he will be able to smell it as soon as he smells it. This is still a medium-rare aroma~~

And the four bald friends who were with the sword cultivator in white were in much better condition than the sword cultivator in white.

The four of them immediately launched a defense, bursting out with energy and blood, withstanding the shock wave of the explosion.

So now the four of them were standing on the ground, looking at Yu Baimiao solemnly.

This woman in the white dress... is so powerful!

And he is more than a little bit stronger than Yu Baifeng.

"Ahem!" The sword cultivator in white coughed with difficulty, blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Brother Xiu!" The bald beauty ran towards the swordsman in white in a panic and pulled him out of the ground.

"Are you okay? Is there nothing wrong?" The bald beauty hugged the sword cultivator in white and asked hurriedly.

"My special meow..." The white-clothed swordsman couldn't help but speak, his eyes rolled, and he fainted completely.

"Brother Xiu! Don't die, Brother Xiu!" The bald beauty shook the body of the sword cultivator in white, and her tears fell on the sword cultivator in white's face like broken pearls.

So strong!

At this moment, everyone present looked at the elegant figure in a white dress with a cool temperament in the air, and there was only one thought left in their minds.

Of course, except for the swordsman in white and the bald beauty.

One thought: "If you continue to dangle like this, you stupid woman, I might really die. Your physical strength is so amazing that it makes my head fall off."

The other one was thinking: "Brother Xiu, please don't die. Brother Xiu, even if you die, I won't be able to live anymore, wuwuwu..."

Yu Baifeng looked at Yu Baimiao standing beside him, couldn't help but take a deep breath and said:

"Sister Clan, why are you so powerful in using the Patriarch's Seal?"

"Is there a possibility that it's not that I am strong, but that you are too weak?" Yu Baimiao's tone was light, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Yu Baimiao held the Patriarch's Seal in his left hand, his clear and beautiful eyes fell on the four bald aboriginals, and whispered: "You four guys from Liwu Village, why don't you leave with the sword cultivator from Sword God Village? If it were later, he would really be dead."

Hearing this, the bald beauty raised her head in surprise, with tears still on her face, and asked in disbelief:

"My brother Xiu is not dead yet?"

The bald man came closer and put his fingers under the white-clothed swordsman's nose.

Although it is very weak...but it is indeed energetic.

"He's really not dead," the bald man said.

When the bald beauty heard this, her heart that was originally in her throat was completely relieved.

She could no longer care about anything else, and rushed out of the mountain stream with the sword cultivator in white in her arms.

The other three bald aborigines looked at each other and retreated decisively.

Although I don't know why, Yu Baimiao doesn't seem to have the idea of ​​killing them. They definitely can't defeat Yu Baimiao and his group now, so they don't want to change their strategy and wait until they have rested before they come back to find a place.

Seeing that these five aborigines were beaten away, Yu Baifeng was stunned for a moment and asked: "Sister, don't we need the souls of these aborigines to enter the fourth level? What are you doing?"

"It's just that you need it, and I don't need it." Yu Baimiao glanced at Yu Baifeng and said lightly.

Hearing this, Yu Baifeng glanced at Yu Baimiao's right hand.

Uh……

Also ha.

Yu Baimiao was forced to stay in the Kuxian Mansion. For her, there was no need to kill these aborigines.

The main reason is that it is much more difficult to kill an aboriginal than to seriously injure an aboriginal.

"What's more... I still need to deal with those two women." Yu Baimiao's eyes fell on Su Xiaohan and Feng Linglan.

Su Xiaohan was completely fearless, raised his head and looked at Yu Baimiao.

"You are not a human being, you are definitely a pure-blood monster!" Su Xiaohan said confidently.