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"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Thousands of sharp edges burst out from his body, and Shen Wanqiu attacked frantically in all directions like a madman.

Several people led by Yan Lin joined forces.

Stay as close to him as possible and stop his attack.

Listening to the sound of fighting in the distance.

Ximu and Qingcang clashed their swords, and endless fighting intent flashed in their eyes.

Don't want to get entangled any more.

Qingcang directly transformed into three bodies.

One of them held two swords to fend off the enemy, while the other two used their magical powers to attack, and for a moment, they completely suppressed the aggressive Ximu.

Holding the long sword in one hand, Ximu's eyes gradually showed the same madness as Shen Wanqiu.

"Hahaha……"

He looked at the three Qingcang figures opposite him, and a fiery red light burst out from his body, changing his twisted body again.

After a while.

A black figure with four wings appeared in front of Qingcang.

The protruding bloodshot eyes on his forehead glared at Qing Cang in the distance.

As if wanting to eat it alive.

Ximu was no longer rational at this moment.

The flesh wings behind him spread out angrily, directly shattering the sea of ​​clouds behind him.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Qingcang in the blink of an eye.

The long sword in his hand chopped down directly towards Qingcang's forehead with lightning speed.

"clang!"

Qing Cang reacted quickly, held up his two swords in front of him and blocked the attack.

There was a loud crash.

Instantly, the sound filled the area.

Feeling the force that is comparable to the pressure from mountains.

Qingcang looked at the two sword feathers in his hand in surprise, allowing Ximu to cut them directly.

Before he could pull away, Ximu flapped the four wings behind him, drew his sword and kicked Qingcang.

"Crack!"

The enormous force instantly destroyed Qingcang's body.

At the same time, he kicked his body directly away.

It smashed like a meteor at the demon cultivators who were unable to dodge, knocking several of them apart.

Enduring the heart-wrenching pain in the body.

Qing Cang simply took out a bottle of pills and swallowed them.

Before his body fell to the ground, he forced himself to steady himself.

The pair of golden wings behind him spread fully.

Under the reflection of the endless blood-red surroundings, it appears extremely sacred.

But he didn't wait for Qingcang to take the next step.

Ximu, who only had eyes for Qingcang at this moment, followed immediately.

His sturdy body appeared in front of Qingcang like a storm.

The demon cultivators and practitioners he passed by along the way.

He was torn to pieces by the strong wind he brought.

All of a sudden.

Whether they were demon cultivators or cultivators, they all tacitly gave up this area.

Leave it to the two of them to be their stage and dance together to their heart's content.

The pair of wings behind him flashed with light, directly lifting Qingcang's body into the sky.

Ximu was equally unwilling to be outdone. He flapped the twisted flesh wings behind him and caught up with Qingcang in an instant.

The two of them immediately increased their speed to the maximum, leaving two rays of light, one black and one yellow, in the clouds high in the sky.

Wherever it goes, it constantly brings out the color of fierce collision.

Even the space was torn apart in front of the two of them.

"Don't stop!"

I looked up and saw two endless streams of light above me.

Shao Qing ignored the pain of losing an arm.

With a wave of his hand, he commanded the less than half of the remaining ancient spirit army to continue to frantically resist the influx of demon cultivators.

He might not believe others.

But Qingcang, his trust in him is unquestionable.

Hongdie and others also looked up at the two streams of light above.

Like Shao Qing, no one had any doubts about him.

The flames after the collision kept flying before my eyes.

Looking at Ximu, who had a crazy expression on his face, Qingcang stepped back. In an instant, another figure took his place and started fighting with Ximu.

At the same time, another figure in the distance struck the sword feathers of the wings behind him.

The scorching fire waves, mixed with the force of burning wind, fell towards Ximu.

Ximu, who was fighting one against three, still seemed to be at ease at this time.

He used his sword forcefully to push away the two Qing Cangs in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and emitted an equally fiery red light, blocking all the falling sword feathers.

Having completely embraced chaos, his strength has reached its peak.

He easily neutralized all of Qingcang's attacks.

Facing such a Ximu, Qingcang's expression did not change at all.

There was also a strong desire to fight in his eyes.

The three figures merged into one again.

He dodged the knife swung by Ximu and slowly stood behind him.

The originally golden eyes now shone with a hint of red.

The giant Qilin beast, which had been bombarding the demon cultivators from a distance, suddenly let out a long roar towards the sky.

Then, under the gazes of countless people, the giant Qilin beast, with its towering figure, lowered its head towards the direction of Qingcang.

At the same time, countless bright red particles on his body poured into Qingcang like a torrent.

With the integration of countless particles, Qingcang's body began to undergo tremendous changes.

A long horn grew from its head, and its body was covered with blood-red scales.

The two wings behind him originally grew four more wings, two more wings than Ximu on the opposite side.

Countless blood-red particles were constantly entangled in front of him.

Even his eyes were bright red.

This is the true form of the life son of the ancient spirit world.

Feeling Qingcang's aura surging, Ximu showed no fear at all.

Instead, I became more excited.

When Qingcang changed like this, he deliberately stood still and did not take the opportunity to attack him.

Seeing that Qingcang had transformed into a living being, he immediately swung his sword to attack Qingcang's vital points.

I want to kill it with one blow.

But before Ximu's sword fell, Qingcang's figure had already appeared behind him.

The sword feathers in his hand were instantly wrapped in countless particles, allowing Qingcang to swing the sword fiercely at Ximu's back.

As the sword feather was swung, a red light curtain burst out.

Ximu blocked the sword with his backhand, but was still left with a horrible wound by the extremely penetrating particle light curtain.

He did not recover from his injuries immediately like before.

From the place where the light curtain was damaged, evil black gas continued to emanate.

It seemed to be constantly corroding his body.

Just like those miasma will corrode the body of the cultivator.

When Qing Cang saw this scene, his eyes lit up.

The two swords in his hands continuously emitted countless red rays.

Ximu, who was originally superior to Qingcang, fell into a disadvantage in an instant.

Those particles kept entering his body, causing corrosion to him.

His reaction didn't seem to be affected at all.

But the bloodshot eyes between Ximu's eyebrows kept rolling, as if enduring great pain.

Qingcang noticed this scene after Ximu dodged his sharp sword.

He seized the opportunity, threw down his sword, stepped forward, and grabbed the opponent tightly.

A clone was also created in an instant.

He raised his finger and a curtain of light emerged from it, shooting towards Qingcang and Ximu at the same time.

It directly pierced through the blood-red eye between Ximu’s eyebrows.

At the same time, Qingcang was also injured.

Ximu, whose head was shot through, regained his consciousness briefly.

"You are amazing, Qingcang..."

Looking up at this blood-red world with difficulty.

Ximu had no attachment to him and wanted to turn around and take one last look at Qingcang.

Before he could finish his words, the two men's bodies instantly fell from the sky.

The clone that Qing Cang had separated from earlier also dissipated in a moment.

"People will always grow..."

Looking at Ximu's body slowly turning into flowing light in front of him.

Qingcang closed his eyes and responded softly.

Before he could finish his words, he completely lost consciousness.

"boom!"

The body, whose light had faded, fell onto the pile of corpses below.

Life and death do not know.

A figure caught him and looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Good catch, Fifth Sister."

The two disciples of the mountain gate saw Ali catch Qingcang.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The latter did not say anything, but handed Qingcang to the two of them, turned around and continued to rush towards Song Siming.

When Qingcang and Ximu decided the winner.

Song Siming was still fighting with You Jing on equal terms.

"Junior brother, are you holding on?"

With one sword, Song Siming was knocked back repeatedly.

You Jing struck his opponent with another sword strike, nearly causing him to fall from the sea of ​​clouds.

Looking at the other party's struggling appearance, You Jing asked with a sneer.

Judging from the aura of Song Siming, he couldn't hold on for long.

After all, the other party is just a mortal.

There is no way I can reach his level.

"Well! If you don't hold on now, you won't have a chance later."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and directly acknowledged what You Jing said.

The facts are indeed as the other party said.

Compared with Qingcang and the others, his physique can hardly sustain such high-intensity combat.

The previous battle with You Jing had already overdrawn his body.

Now he is burning his life to fight You Jing head-on.

Just as he said.

If you don’t hold on now, will there be another chance in the future?

Right here, beyond the boundaries!

"Then I'll show you how powerless everything you've done is."

He was obviously not satisfied with Song Siming's answer.

You Jing placed the sword in his hand in front of him.

Raise your hand and wave.

In an instant, countless sharp swords split out and quickly surrounded the area between the two people.

Pointing at Song Siming, all the sharp swords immediately fell towards Song Siming.

Song Siming, who saw this scene, was already prepared.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly closed his eyes and tightly grasped the heavy Qinglian Sword in his hand.

Without waiting for the flying swords to fall, the Green Lotus Sword in his hand continuously blocked them according to his will.

And those flying swords seem as fast as lightning.

At this moment, it seemed to him no different from a turtle crawling.

Finally, a breath of energy suddenly emanated from his body.

All the countless flying swords around were shaken away.

But it is the righteous spirit contained in the Green Lotus Sword.

"That sword of yours is an eyesore!"

You can tell at a glance why Song Siming can still hold on.

It was purely the effect of the Green Lotus Sword.

You Jing immediately wanted to destroy it completely.

But at this moment, he was stunned when he felt Ximu's breath disappear.

It was at this moment of shock that Song Siming, who was originally in front of him, suddenly withdrew and flew away.

"It's so ugly."

Seeing Song Siming running away with his back to him, You Jing snorted coldly.

His figure flashed and appeared behind Song Siming in the blink of an eye.

Without waiting for Song Siming to react, he immediately raised his foot and kicked Song Siming in the back.

"Pfft!"

A large amount of blood mixed with broken internal organs spit out from Song Siming's mouth.

The whole person slid rapidly downwards like a kite with a broken string.

You Jing's figure flashed again, and he came to the place where Song Siming fell. He punched out with all his strength, hitting Song Siming in the chest who was falling in front of him.

"Crack!"

This blow broke all of Song Siming's bones.

But even so, he still held the Qinglian Sword tightly in his hand.

Looking at the expressionless face below, he gave a difficult, mocking smile.

Song Siming's reckless behavior seemed to have completely angered You Jing.

"boom!"

The space under his feet was directly blasted apart by You Jing's kick.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand and held it behind his back.

He was about to swing his sword and cut off Song Siming's head.

Seeing this scene, Song Siming closed his eyes helplessly.

At this critical moment.

A purple figure suddenly appeared in front of Song Siming.

He blocked You Jing's fatal sword.

"Who?"

Looking at the huge figure surrounded by purple clouds in front of him.

You Jing stepped back slightly, put away his sword, looked at the person who came and asked.

Song Siming looked at the figure in front of him and couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

I remember the time in the cave in Dahei Mountain.

She also protected it in front of her eyes.

"Yunning Prefecture, Huaqing Palace, Lingmei!"

Ali narrowed his eyes slightly and revealed his identity.

Hearing this, You Jing immediately thought of who Ali was.

Looking at the nine-tailed fox in front of him, You Jing just sneered.

"It's really true that anyone dares to come before me."

"Okay, I'll send you two off right away!"

I was too lazy to take another look at Ahri who had transformed into a nine-tailed fox.

You Jing was very dissatisfied with her for coming out to disrupt the situation.

He immediately swung his sword, bringing out a shocking sword rainbow.

He wanted to kill him and Song Siming together with his sword.

Facing You Jing's sword, Ahri looked solemn.

Her realm is not high, and even if she eats the fruit, she does not have the incredible fighting power like Xiaoqing.

It is because I know the extent of my own strength.

From the very beginning, her intention was not to confront the other party head-on.

She let the sword cut her entire body and Song Siming into two halves.

Watch as the illusion she created was completely shattered.

Without any hesitation, Ali grabbed Song Siming with his tail and turned away.

"Fifth Senior Sister..."

He really didn't expect that Ahri would appear in front of him.

Song Siming looked at the ethereal Ali with surprise.

I didn't know what to say to her.

"This is not just your business. There's no need to go and fight with the other person alone."

"You're not that fool."

The man who originally grabbed Song Siming's tail turned into a human form in a moment, held Song Siming in his arms and said.

Under Song Siming's surprised look, Ali took out a bottle of pills.

But after taking a look at Song Siming's injuries, he took out two more bottles.

Like pouring beans, he poured it into Song Siming's mouth.

After doing all this, the human figure turned back into a tail.

Watching the phantoms of Ali and Song Siming disappear before my eyes.

You Jing's expression became somewhat distorted.

In the blink of an eye.

His figure appeared in front of the two men, blocking them in front of him.

"I didn't expect that you are not that strong, but you are so good at illusion!"

Having said that, You Jing wanted to kill the two men with one sword.

"boom!"

But the next moment, his whole body was knocked away.