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In front of me, there was a melee.

Treasure hunting? Fight for opportunity? The cultivator of the Immortal League fought with Su Hanjin's party, but Su Hanjin's group was still down. Taotie already had many wounds on his body. Ye Min-jun stood on his back, and there were also many wounds on his body. His face was pale, with one hand resting on the sword and the other barely drawing a talisman in the void. The fingers of his talisman were **** and bloody, as his fingers flew fast in the air. When the ground moves, there will be blood splashing.

"Open!" The spell exploded, welcoming the cultivator of the immortal alliance he was fighting against. The arm of the cultivator of the immortal alliance received the blow abruptly, and the whole arm exploded to pieces. However, his complexion remained unchanged, and he continued to move forward. The next moment, Su Hanjin was surprised to find that the spiritual energy in the cultivator's body was surging and broke. The arm of the body is regenerating at a terrifying speed.

Not only him, but Jiang Yunya has already merged with Jiang Jiang. Jiang Yunya, who has recovered into Raksha's body, has a mid-Mahayana cultivation base, which is comparable to his opponent's cultivation base, but the Raksha clan is physically strong. Tall, it has obvious advantages in itself, and it is reasonable to say that it is not difficult to kill that immortal alliance cultivator, but at this time, Jiang Yunya was struggling to fight. Their battles consume aura, and the aura pill is decreasing sharply. However, it seems that the cultivators of the immortal alliance do not need to replenish the aura. They did not take the pill, but the aura in the body is endless, and the vitality is unlimited. No matter how many injuries they have, they are all Can recover quickly.

Zhan Hongfei and Mu Sang were fighting at the same place, two with a long knife and one with a long spear. In an instant, the gun and the knife fought hundreds of times in the air. The golden sparks bloomed in the friction, and the sharp blade and the spear point , She would also bleed from time to time. Mu Sang, the elder on the sixth floor of the Immortal League Mahayana, was able to draw a tie with Zhan Hongfei on the eighth floor of the Mahayana. If it kept on going, she would have the upper hand.

The number of monks on both sides is similar, and Confucianism has three spiritual practitioners who are not strong in combat effectiveness. At this time, they were guarded in the middle and tried their best to heal the injuries for everyone. However, the effect of the Wood Healing Technique was far from comparable to that of the cultivators of the Immortal League, and because they had been consuming, there was not much Reiki Pill left.

Linglong's real person faced Yun Youran, her strength was originally weaker than Yun Youran, if it hadn't been for the fairy magic weapon she had just obtained to protect her, she would have already fallen by this time. In her hand is a small oval shield, the shield is pitch black, and there are countless twinkling stars engraved on it. After stimulating the aura, the stars flickered, firmly guarding her. It made Yun Youran unable to break through her defenses, but the aura needed to support this kind of immortal weapon was extremely large, and the high-level aura pills could replenish the speed far less than the consumption. At this time, her aura was exhausted. The light on the star shield was dim, and at this moment, the glazed lamp in Yun Youran's hand suddenly rotated. She was holding the lamp, but now she turned the glazed lamp at the real Linglong. Countless silver needles shot out from the glazed lamp, the light shining extremely fast, like a meteor shower, hitting the Linglong real person.

"Look at the light of your stars. It's still mine!" Yun Youran said with a sneer.

"Watch out!" Xia Yuechuan's long sword flew out, turned and flew in the direction of the real Linglong. Just as he turned, his opponent pierced with a sword, the sword aura was like a rainbow. After piercing his aura barrier, he cast his momentum unabated, and the flying sword was inserted into his vest and then pulled out. Suddenly the blood was flowing. He did not pause, and stood in front of Real Linglong. Real Linglong's eyes widened, and then he shouted angrily, "Go away!"

He hugged her, as if exhausted all his energy for this hug. Real Linglong subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched his hand full of blood on his back.

With a bang, the thrown flying sword collided with the densely packed silver needles, but it only slightly weakened the silver needle's castration, but his sword that exhausted the last aura was broken. The barrier formed by the sword qi also disappeared. Xia Yuechuan spouted a mouthful of blood, and a drop of blood splashed on the exquisite white face, like a red plum in the ice and snow.

Xia Yuechuan is a sword repairer. His flying sword is his natal magic weapon. He has been hit hard. Now that the natal magic weapon is destroyed, his soul is extremely weak. The dense silver needles got close, and the real Linglong held Xia Yuechuan. Although he could not avoid it, he was not as scared as he imagined. She has a free and easy nature, and has never been afraid of death, but she did not expect that before she died, she would hold a person who was usually annoying.

She used to make a wish with the Yuechuan immortal religiously. Before every gambling, she would burn three incense sticks for him. As a result, she would lose every gambling. She naturally sneered at the Yuechuan immortal. Later, she became a true immortal and was introduced into the realm of true immortals. The result was I got on the thief ship and ran around, so busy. Later, he also deprived her of her hobby, and liked to tie her back from the casino with ties. Such an annoying person, they would die together.

Real Linglong felt a little dazed, they would die together, and he was still dead in her arms. From birth to death, it was only a moment of time for her to close her eyes. At the moment when she closed her eyes, Real Linglong felt a sharp sword aura, as if it was passing by his back, biyingying's sword light. It was like a green lake, swallowing those silver flying needles in an instant. Without the turbulent coercion, Linglong Zhenren reacted extremely quickly. She raised her brows and pointed her toes, hugged Xia Yuechuan and flashed to the side, then took out the pill bottle and stuffed the pill into his mouth.

Asking Xinjian came out, cutting off all the dense silver needles, Yun Youran's face changed, and when she saw the person who came, she suddenly angered, "It's you again!" Her expression was hideous, and her beautiful face was now distorted by anger. , The eyebrows are even more sharp and evil.

Yun Youran is the elder of the Immortal League, who cares about her image the most, and will definitely not make such an ugly attitude. Unless, she has lost her mind. What happened to this group of immortal cultivators? Such a crazy situation would appear. What kind of power is supporting them, giving them a steady flow of aura, so that they can recover quickly no matter how badly they are injured?

"Die!" Yun Youran shouted angrily, and then the glazed lanterns suddenly turned into ten and hovered around her. At the same time, she stepped on a glazed lantern under her feet, and Yun Youran stepped on the glazed lanterns fiercely. The ground burst out dazzlingly smooth, and while she was spinning around, her hands became imprinted, and a large number of silver needles flew out again, because Su Hanjin was a little farther away from her, and the densely packed silver needles were no match for us. , Rushed to Su Hanjin like a broken bamboo. In the middle, a monk from the immortal alliance and a monk from the Confucian sect were hit and fell to the ground.

The Confucian monk fell on the ground and twitched. Her back was full of blood holes. The dense silver needles stabbed her into a hornet's nest. She felt very painful, and her whole body hurt, even if the breeze of wood healing was blown by. Her body can't moisturize the dead leaves. With a snap, the dead leaf was stomped on by someone, and it immediately shattered into dust.

The cultivator of the Immortal League who was also attacked had staggered to his feet. His injuries were recovering quickly. He slowly walked to the female Confucian cultivator and stepped heavily on her to the bottom.

"Master celadon!" Zhanyan's childish voice was crying, and her celadon master fell.

The silver needle in front of him smashed the protective barrier of the two of them. After severe damage to the two of them, the momentum was unabated, and the rain of needles was inevitable. Across the rain of needles, Su Hanjin clearly saw Yun Youran’s extremely frantic face smiling. In his eyes, he was like a dead person. Su Hanjin also sneered back at her, and then disappeared in place. The next moment, she appeared behind Yun Youran, with the Wenxin sword in her hand spurred to the extreme. One sword smashed three glazed lamps, broke her body barrier, and pierced her vest at the same time, and Su Hanjin's soul sword at the same time She shot, but her soul was wrapped in the power of faith, although it hurt her soul a little, it didn't hurt the root at all.

Yun Youran's body shook slightly, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding, making her red lips look extremely strange. She turned her head and watched Su Hanjin laugh, then stretched out her jade fingers like green onions, gently curled a strand of black hair between her temples, and blinked seductively at her. She recovered from her injuries in an instant. After smiling, she did not continue fighting with Su Hanjin, but flicked her long hair. Her long hair, like a black waterfall, rushed towards Su Hanjin like a sea wave. After Su Hanjin pierced the black waves. , She found that Yun Youran had already flown behind Jiang Yunya.

"I will kill him first, and then come to play with you!" Yun Youran's red lips lightly opened, her black hair scattered behind her, barefoot stepping on the glazed lamp, standing in the air with her bare feet, she had no longer left her beauty when she first saw her, and she looked extremely seductive.

Su Hanjin's heart shuddered, and they must find the key to their fast recovery without fear of death, otherwise, they have no chance of winning!

Yun Youran flipped his wrist and the glazed lamp was combined into another. There was no fire in the lamp. This time, the wick suddenly ignited, and the fire swayed, with a sense of holiness. Rakshasa and the Heavenly Demon belong to the same clan, originally belonged to the same demon clan, and the glazed lamp has the power to purify and drive away obstacles.

With a sigh of relief, two wings appeared behind Jiang Yunya, and the two wings spread out and the wind howled, directly fanning the glazed lamp. Yun Youran thought that the sneak attack would be successful, but she didn't expect the glazed lamp to be slapped directly. She was shocked and then released the vast coercion, and then her long hair turned into a sharp sword, and pierced towards Jiang Yunya. Jiang Yunya was attacked by the enemy. After he let out an angry shout, his whole body was shocked, his skin cracked and blood splashed.

After being splashed by the blood, Yun Youran screamed, and found that his skin splashed on by the blood seemed to be burned by flames, and most importantly, his recovery was extremely slow. She immediately touched her cheek in some panic, and then her breath became more violent.

"I want to break your body into pieces!"

Jiang Yunya fought two late Mahayana monks at the same time, and was immediately at a disadvantage. However, compared with his barely support, the others were in a more dangerous situation.