Dust roots [comprehension]

When Yunzhi fell, Song Huaichen had already jumped into the air.Yunzhi was only a foot away from him, Song Huaichen raised his hand and threw spiritual power to pick her up.

After practicing in Pingyang City, the spiritual power he threw out was not a single strand, but a net.

The mirror holder on the other side threw a wave of spiritual power, trying to snatch Yunzhi away before she landed on the net.

Song Huaichen immediately changed his tactics, sprouting slender lines of spiritual power like sprouts on the spiritual light net, and raised them upwards very quickly to catch Yunzhi.

The mirror holder's control over spiritual power is far less refined than Song Huaichen's. His spiritual light can't keep up with Song Huaichen's speed, but his reaction is extremely fast. When the mirror turns, it shines on Song Huaichen——

The dazzling reflection made Song Huaichen close his eyes, but after closing his eyes, it was still dazzlingly bright. The light could even penetrate the consciousness. Control it intuitively.

From the perspective of Lu Tingyun behind him, Song Huaichen who was illuminated by the mirror light, just like Yunzhi before, suddenly froze.

Jianxiu, who was still on the shore here, retreated with one leg, stabilized his foot, and then swung his sword.

Twenty feet away with a sword!

The mirror-bearer hurriedly dodged, Song Huaichen was able to open his eyes, the bright sword light passed under his feet, he actually tapped on the sharp sword light, leaped forward, grabbed the immobile Yunzhi, and floated Fall to the other side.

The sword light fell on the shore, knocking up countless gravel, smoke and dust obscured the vision, and the sound of shattering came from behind, as if a landslide was imminent.

Song Huaichen didn't dodge or dodge, he rushed straight into the smoke and dust, let go of his spiritual consciousness, and the pressure far surpassing Yuanying came down, and the air suddenly became heavy.

He found the trace of the mirror holder in the smoke and dust, stretched out his spiritual power to bind him, and then waved his sleeves to blow away all the smoke and dust.

Everything happened in an instant, until now, Lu Tingyun's "Song Huaichen" just came.

Song Huaichen turned his head and glanced at Lu Tingyun, not only to signal that he was fine, but also to confirm that Lu Tingyun was fine.

His glance was just a general gesture, but because he just moved his hand, there was a hidden sharpness, so it was extraordinarily bright.

After one glance, Song Huaichen turned around and asked the person tied up at his feet: "Where's the mirror?"

The person under his feet was as thin as dying, his face and hands were covered with layers of wrinkles, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was an ominous circle of blood red around the eyeballs.

This man is a demon cultivator, but his aura has already decayed very much. The wound on his body cut open by Jian Guangbo in time is bleeding. The evil spirit of blood contained in the blood is very weak, and has little effect on the righteous monks.

It was precisely because of this that Song Huaichen had only just now discovered that he was a demon cultivator.

"Magic repair?"

When these two words came out, Lu Tingyun also came from the opposite side.

"Devil cultivator?" Lu Tingyun frowned and looked at the people on the ground, "Why is there a demon cultivator here?"

Lu Tingyun would inevitably wonder whether any of the 49 people who came in this time were murdered and let the demon cultivator in front of him sneak in, but looking at his appearance, he really didn't look like he had the ability to kill the elites of the eight sects and sneaked in .

That Moxiu gritted his teeth, his red and bloodshot eyes stared at Yunzhi in Song Huaichen's hand.

Yunzhi, who was illuminated by the mirror light, fainted.

Song Huaichen took her into his sleeve.

Moxiu's eyes turned stiffly, and slowly fixed on Song Huaichen's face, his voice was like grit rubbing: "Give me... big tonic... big tonic..."

"Ganoderma lucidum is great tonic!" He yelled these words, his stiff and cold spiritual power suddenly boiled, and a raging bloody aura gushed out of him!

Different from the ignorance when he was parasitic on the puppet, this time Song Huaichen also felt the poison hidden in the evil blood of the demon cultivator, his skin was burning, and the spiritual power cord that bound the demon cultivator was also corroded.

The skinny Moxiu was submerged in the red blood mist that rose suddenly. Song Huaichen laid a barrier to prevent the blood mist from spreading.

A beast-like roar came from the barrier, and a three-foot-high shadow appeared in the blood mist. It was a huge human figure with a hunched back and distinct limbs.

After the roar of the beast, the human figure uttered a clear and deafening cry: "Song Huaichen!"

Lu Tingyun: "He knows you?"

Song Huaichen: "But I don't know him." He confirmed to Lu Tingyun, "You don't intend to save his life, do you?"

Lu Tingyun smiled and replied: "No." He said to Song Huaichen, "Don't you want to see my sword? I'll let you see it."

Lu Tingyun held the sword in his hand: "Open the barrier."

Song Huaichen did as he wished, with a variant of the formula in his hand: "Be careful——"

The enchantment suddenly lit up, and then turned into a shattered aura and disappeared. Blood mist gushed out, and a huge human-shaped shadow also rushed out. It was indeed a person, and the face could still see the appearance of the skinny demon cultivator just now. Stretched, the muscles knotted, and the veins popped out, which was very ominous.

"Lu Tingyun," Song Huaichen backed away, leaving room for Lu Tingyun, and the sound transmission said to him, "Keep your hands on the last blow, I want to search for his soul."

Song Huaichen uttered the word "hunting soul" so lightly and delicately. Lu Tingyun drew the sword close to his waist and squatted down. It was a gesture of gaining momentum. He heard Song Huaichen's words without any hesitation: "Okay."

The word "good" was spit out neatly, and Lu Tingyun rushed out like an arrow off the string. There was a layer of silver light all over his body. Full of sharp sword intent, Lu Tingyun rushed over, tearing a gap in the blood mist.

Lu Tingyun brushed past Moxiu, Song Huaichen saw him make a sword, that sword was very fast and inconspicuous, almost as if he was practicing with a sword in Yingshan Lake after being poisoned by the fragrance of bone erosion, even the fluctuation of spiritual power No.

A Jindan stage monk could not control the air without a magic weapon. Lu Tingyun brushed Moxiu's side and slashed his sword before falling to the ground.

Then he turned his feet and stabbed with his sword again.

Moxiu turned around, a dense blood mist formed in his huge palm, and he waved to hit Lu Tingyun.

As soon as he moved, the wound from the first sword split open. The pain, the torn flesh, and the blood splattered together distorted his movement facing Lu Tingyun.

Lu Tingyun stabbed the second sword into the huge demon cultivator.

The sound of muscle tearing could be heard clearly, and the sword saw blood immediately.

Lu Tingyun landed for the second time, stabilized his body and turned to face the demon cultivator. No matter what method he practiced, he would never leave his back to the enemy.

Mo Xiu clutched a wound and turned to Lu Tingyun. When he turned his body, his heavy footsteps made the ground vibrate.

Lu Tingyun didn't jump up for the third time, he put the sword back into its sheath, squeezed the sword formula with one hand, and made a drawing with the other hand——

The two wounds on Moxiu's body suddenly exploded, bright sword light burst out from the blood mist, and the two sword qi buried in Moxiu's body intersected with each other, weaving a sword formation with the word "kill"!

The sharp sword of Zhengdao Jianxiu collided with Moxiu's blood mist, making the sound of frying oil in a hot pan, and a pungent burnt smell filled the air. The pain lessened, and was replaced by a coldness that made one's hair stand on end -- that was the sword intent of a swordsman.

Song Huaichen rubbed his arms, thinking that Lu Tingyun is very gentle, but his sword moves are icy and snowy.

Although the avatar is huge, this demon cultivator can only be beaten when facing Lu Tingyun. As soon as the sword array came out, he immediately collapsed to the ground. Song Huaichen guessed that he couldn't do any tricks, so he spread his palms down and flush with the ground, so The palm of the hand condensed the soul-searching formula.

Moxiu was injured, his blood flowed like a river, and the evil spirit of blood that was swept away by the sword light in the air became thicker again. Lu Tingyun drew his sword and slashed in the air, drawing a shining sword array, the sharp sword intent contained in it pierced people Eyes hurt.Song Huaichen concentrated his spiritual power in his eyes and refused to look away.

Lu Tingyun said that if he was asked to watch the sword, he had to watch it carefully.

While Song Huaichen was watching, Lu Tingyun reminded him: "Brother Song, now is the time!"

The next attack will be a killer.

The more Moxiu kills, the thicker his bloody aura becomes. This one in front of him is obviously heinous.

Song Huaichen responded with "OK", flew forward, and pressed the soul-searching formula on the top of Moxiu's head.

As soon as he touched it, the smell of scorched flesh rushed out, Moxiu let out an inhuman howl of pain, and the place on his head that was pressed by Song Huaichen sank like wet mud that had been stressed, with sticky Pus and blood flowed out.

Obviously Song Huaichen felt dirty, Lu Tingyun saw him tug up his sleeves.

Jianxiu, who was waiting in battle, couldn't help laughing, Song Huaichen and Wu Busheng probably had a common language on the point of loving cleanliness.I remember when we first met, Song Huaichen came to help him who was covered in blood, and handed over the relatively clean and tidy Bai Jian to Wu Busheng to take care of... Maybe Song Huaichen could see it at that time.

Song Huaichen pressed the formula on the top of Moxiu's head, and then pulled away to leave. The soul-searching white light in his palm drew out a dirty reddish shadow, which was Moxiu's muddy primordial spirit.

Others search for souls by searching the sea of ​​knowledge, Song Huaichen searched for souls and directly searched for souls.

The soulless physical body collapsed, and without Lu Tingyun's action, it turned into a pool of black blood.

Lu Tingyun withdrew the sword array: "How is it? Did you see anything?"

Song Huaichen had a strange expression. In the white light of the soul-searching formula, Moxiu's soul looked like blood-stained torn cotton wool: "He has been searched for soul."

Because the soul has been searched and the roots have been injured, this demon cultivator who has swallowed a lot of life's essence and blood is so vulnerable.Also because of being soul-searched, when Song Huaichen searched again, the picture he saw was broken and incoherent.

Song Huaichen saw the scene in his memory that the top of the stone cracked and the broken stones fell.

A clear sky appeared in the crack, which was illuminated by lightning, and there was a person under the lightning, that was himself, Song Huaichen.

"He's the demon cultivator of Hu Shecheng." Song Huaichen said to Lu Tingyun, "Ah Wan was almost eaten by him."