Drunken Immortal Gourd

　　The senior monk on the first level of the Golden Core said: "Unfortunately, there is no way. Our blood-clothed people must be killed in action. There can be no fish that slip through the net. If you blame it, you will intelligently blame him for his own death."

　　 "Don't talk nonsense, or hurry up to solve your opponents, the horse over there can't hold on. If you lose your hand, you won't be able to deal with it after you go back." The leader in blood clothes said humanely.

Twenty years ago he attacked Rampage Island and he missed once. Not only did he fail to win the Rampage Demon King, but he also lost a Golden Core monk. In the end, he had to flee, and when he later brought all the men and horses back to kill him, Rampage Demon King. Yaoyao had already escaped, leaving their people empty.

After he came back, he was punished and his prestige among the forces was greatly reduced. Originally, he was the most hopeful to take over the entire force. Now there are competitors. If this mission fails again, it is estimated that there will be none in the future. Any hope of coming out.

　　 The leading blood-clothed man was right. This mission must not be missed. As soon as his voice fell, the other blood-clothed people immediately stepped up their offensive, which greatly increased the pressure on the casual practitioners on the opposite side.

The most powerful attack was of course the blood-clothed man across from Qingyang. Others did not avoid him when they were talking. All the words were heard clearly, and the speaker was unintentional and the listener intended. He took these as ridicule. The dignified monk Jindan couldn't beat the foundation-building monk, wouldn't it make people laugh out of their teeth? The blood-clothed man only felt qi and blood surge, as if he had suffered a great humiliation, and tried his best to kill the three foundation-building cultivators on the opposite side, especially the Qingyang.

Invisibly, the blood-clothed man had committed the taboo of monks fighting. The more irritable, the easier it was to make mistakes. The more he wanted to express himself, the worse he would be. That is to say, the first few times he got back a little bit of decline, and then he was caught again. Qing Yang and others pressed back.

Qingyang’s four-element sword formation is extremely powerful. Every time he attacked, the blood-clothed man had to deal with it with all his strength. At this time, Xiao Yuhan would wait for an opportunity to sneak attack. When he wanted to deal with Xiao Yuhan, Xi Ying had already done it. In order to prepare for a joint defense, the attack of the blood-clothed man cannot be effective. Without waiting for him to vacate his hand, Qing Yang's second attack would come again, and he had to turn around to deal with Qing Yang.

　　 As time went on, the Qingyang trio became more and more proficient in cooperation, Xiying and Xiao Yuhan were also much more courageous, because they discovered for the first time that the Jindan monks were not invincible.

　　 Qingyang understands that they can't hold back this battle. As long as there are a few casualties here, the whole situation will collapse, and the remaining monks will be scattered, and they must fight quickly. So after trying it out with the four-element sword formation, and gradually becoming familiar with the fighting rhythm of the Golden Core cultivator, Qing Yang suddenly resorted to the Five Elements Sword Formation and took the initiative to attack the blood-clothed man.

Because of the cooperation of Xiying and Xiao Yuhan, Qingyang has no worries and no worries. It stimulates the whole body's true essence. The five spirit swords buzz at the same time, shuttle in the air, and bloom the sky full of sword shadows. A huge sword formation.

As soon as the sword formation came out, the heavens and the earth changed. This time, Qingyang exerted the true power of the five elements sword formation. The monks present were all moved, because the power of this trick was already comparable to the attacks of many Jindan monks, I'm afraid Shishi Master Han stood on the opposite side and didn't dare to underestimate it.

The blood-clothed man on the opposite side seemed to understand this, and hurriedly mobilized his whole body to sacrifice the magic weapon. The four-foot bronze mace quickly spun on top of his head, transforming a circle of bronze mace light and shadow, and then the bronze mace suddenly came up with a fire. Liaotian style, head straight to the center of the Five Elements Sword Formation.

　　 There was another thunderous bang, the five elements sword formation collapsed, and the five spirit swords flew back upside down. Qingyang's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out, obviously suffering from internal injuries. The blood-clothed man was not injured, but was driven by the force of the counter-shock.

After 　　's move, Qing Yang didn't stop in the slightest, and regardless of the severity of the internal injuries he received, the five spirit swords instantly formed a sword formation in the air, and once again killed the blood-clothed man.

　　 Qingyang's attack is too powerful, this kind of head-on attack, the blood-clothed man facing him did not dare to neglect at all, and before he could even take a breath, he inspired Tong Qiang to greet him.

　　 Seeing that the two attacks were about to collide again, the blood-clothed man suddenly changed his complexion, and while retreating sharply, he glared at Xiao Yuhan and said, "You are so mean..."

　　 It turned out that when Qing Yang and the blood-clothed man fought for the first time, Xiao Yuhan had secretly deducted it.

A needle-shaped spiritual weapon was secretly preparing, waiting for Qing Yang to attack for the second time, when the blood-clothed man was ready to deal with the Qingyang Five Elements Sword Formation, he secretly cast it out.

　　 Xiao Yuhan This needle is called the Golden Silk Shadow Needle. It is a kind of spirit weapon. It was originally placed in the talisman of the blood skull and was later distributed to Xiao Yuhan. The Golden Silk Shadow Needle is extremely small, and it can also block the detection of divine consciousness, and it will be tricked if you don't pay attention to it during the battle.

However, in ordinary battles, the enemy will increase his attention by twelve points, and there are many defensive methods. It is difficult for the opponent to find a chance to cast it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Besides, the blood-clothed man on the opposite side is the golden core monk, who is stronger than Xiaoyu. There are a lot of cold heights, and it's even more difficult to hide it from him.

Today, this is all special, especially because the blood-clothed man on the opposite side was crushed and beaten by three foundation-building cultivators. Under his impetuous heart, his vigilance was greatly reduced. Moreover, Xiao Yuhan chose a very special time. Qing Yang's first time. The attack had just ended, and the second attack was about to come. At this time, the blood-clothed man had distracted most of his attention to the Qingyang body, making it even harder to guard.

　　 The blood-clothed man sacrificed a four-foot bronze mace, was about to resist Qing Yang's full blow, but found a thin needle piercing the key acupuncture point behind his back, which greatly affected the movement of his qi. Although the blood-clothed man had a quick reaction ability, he immediately expelled the golden thread shadow needle.

But the qi was broken, and it was not easy to connect it again. The attack of the copper mace suddenly stagnated, and its power was at least reduced by a factor of 100. Not to mention resisting the five-element sword formation, I am afraid that even a spirit sword will not be able to stop it. The only thing the blood-clothed man can do is to dodge backwards to avoid being hit by the Five Elements Sword Formation.

It's a pity that it's too late to scold anything. Life-saving is the most important thing. The five-element sword formation is close at hand. As soon as the bronze mace touches the edge of the sword formation, it is knocked into the air, and the power of the sword formation is not diminished. As if he had eyes, he rushed towards him.

The closer the sword formation, the deeper the feeling, the face of the blood-clothed man has changed. If this is not dealt with, I am afraid that his life will not be saved. If he died in the hands of a foundation-building monk, not only himself, but also the whole The forces will become the laughing stock of the Central Sands.