After Qin Qing ordered the two Qin family ministers to take action, he turned to look at Zhao Jiuge. Naturally, he did not treat Zhao Jiuge with such coldness. He pointedly pointed at Zhao Jiuge with a charming face with a smile.
"Brother, Liu Jing'an will be handed over to you later. After killing him, everything on him will be given to you."
After Qin Qing finished speaking, a pair of beautiful eyes blinked at Zhao Jiuge with a sly smile, as if to say that Zhao Jiuge's little thoughts could not escape her eyes.
When Zhao Jiuge heard this, he was shocked. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and he suddenly felt hot in his heart. It seemed that he was about to get the cold flame flower. He, Pei Susu, couldn't handle Liu Jing'an.
While my heart was burning, I couldn't help but feel a little grateful to Qin Qing. With the support of Qin Qing and the two Linghai realms, with this kind of lineup, let alone Liu Jing'an, even if all four elders were killed, it wouldn't be a problem. Next, Qin Qing clearly did this to let himself snatch the Cold Flame Flower. At the auction and by following Liu Jing'an, he knew that he really wanted to get the Cold Flame Flower. Now Qin Qing's doing this is nothing more than giving himself a reason to step up. Just get the Cold Fire Flower.
Zhao Jiuge nodded gratefully to Qin Qing, smiled back, and silently wrote this down in his heart.
"Brother, what should we do?"
The ugly burly man tightened his grip on the long bloody knife in his hand, swallowed unconsciously, and asked in a low voice to the blue-robed, silver-haired old man.
"What else can we do? Either way, we are going to die. The worst thing is that we have to fight hard. As for the final result, it is up to each of us to accept our destiny."
The clay figurines were all a bit angry. After all, they were monks in the realm of gods. They kept groveling down again and again. In the end, this ending was inevitable. Naturally, they all had anger in their hearts. Then the blue-robed and silver-haired old man showed a fierce look in his eyes. His own spiritual power has reached its peak. Although it is far inferior to the two Qin family worshipers, it is still quite good.
The blue-robed and silver-haired old man knew that when he started fighting with the two spiritual sea realm monks later, he would be as quick as thunder, so at this moment he not only gave up on his younger brother, but also gave up on the young sect master Liu Jing'an, even that ugly man and voluptuous women, all regarded as abandoned by him, just used to attract firepower.
He has decided to remain anonymous after escaping, so naturally he doesn't care about Liu Jing'an's death. He can even give up his younger brother. What's more, Liu Jing'an, after all, people have selfish motives. Of course, the first consideration in life and death situations is Own.
"Do it!"
Seeing the figure of Yang Chongfeng in green shirt flashing, the blue-robed silver-haired old man's eyelids trembled, and then his heart tightened and he drank loudly.
When Elder Wu's Nascent Soul saw this appearance, the first reaction was to run away. The armor on his body was gleaming. His white and tender hands were holding a delicate emerald green Ruyi on one side and a gilt mirror on the other. Even if he lost his body, , his cultivation level plummeted, but his escape speed remained undiminished.
The remaining one, Liu Jing'an, had long been frightened and turned pale. She stood there helpless and unnoticed. Under the pressure of this violent spiritual power, she was like a lonely boat, swaying and heaving.
After the blue-robed and silver-haired old man finished shouting, he took the lead in taking action, sweeping out the jet-black cane and releasing a roll of black light directly at the green-shirted Yang Chongfeng who had already rushed over.
The bloody sword in the hand of the ugly, burly man had already bloomed with brilliance. The bloody light was like blood, with a bit of blood. The burly, ugly man smiled ferociously, as if he was risking his life. He swung one hand with one hand and swung it violently. Daodao Gang.
The charming woman in red clothes and green skirt turned her body flexibly, and at some point, a whip with white light appeared in her hand. It was a high-grade spiritual weapon.
However, this charming woman was not in a hurry to take action, but was secretly on guard. She knew that the other party had a woman in a white dress worshiping her, but she had not taken action, let alone Yuan Jing and Qin Qing, who were eyeing her.
"Leave that elder Wu to me."
Seeing both sides starting to fight, Yuan Qing, who had been suppressing his anger, could no longer hold back his anger and roared loudly.
At the same time, the white and tender hand threw the 'Ye Yin', and the whole black flying sword was like an arrow from a bow, shooting towards the fleeing elder Wu, and shot away from the back of the vest.
After 'Ye Yin' escaped from her right hand, it was not over yet. Then Yuan Jing's hands kept shaking and pinching. After just a few breaths, several spiritual lights flashed in front of her, and they were seven identical flying swords. , but they are just low-grade spiritual weapons.
With Yuan Jing's control, these seven flying swords of the same style followed 'Ye Yin' and flew towards Elder Wu. Several flying swords galloped like the wind, with flowing light, constantly flashing, and in the blink of an eye they were Wrap Elder Wu's Nascent Soul.
Feeling the sharp sword energy, Elder Wu's Nascent Soul suddenly changed its panic expression. Without thinking, he waved the delicate emerald green sword in his hand, and a soft emerald light was like Elder Wu was covered by a coat, and at the same time, the armor he wore on his Nascent Soul also erupted with a burst of fierce spiritual light.
Eight flying swords, including the 'Ye Yin', surrounded Elder Wu's Nascent Soul, crisscrossed each other, and emitted a fierce aura, as if they were going to shatter Elder Wu's entire Nascent Soul.
There was a continuous banging sound, and the eight flying swords kept circling back and forth, stirring and splitting Elder Wu's Nascent Soul. Both sides continued to instill their own spiritual power.
Perhaps before, the blue-robed, silver-haired old man and the ugly, burly man had already stepped forward to help, but at this moment, both of them were too busy taking care of themselves to care about Elder Wu.
Not long after, the emerald green light suddenly dimmed. After all, Elder Wu had just lost his physical body, his cultivation level had plummeted, and his spiritual power was not as abundant as Yuan Jing's.
"Click..."
There was a slight cracking sound, and the emerald green light suddenly shattered and then disappeared. Elder Wu's Nascent Soul showed a look of horror. At this moment, he felt that he was so close to death.
"Brother, save me!"
Elder Wu's Nascent Soul raised his head and shouted hysterically. He lost the emerald green heat of Ruyi's defense. Now he could only rely on his own clothes to resist.
As several sharp flying swords kept crossing back and forth, he did not dare to distract himself from using the gilded mirror, for fear that he would die under those flying swords if he relaxed even a little bit.
But in the face of Elder Wu's shouting, the blue-robed and silver-haired old man seemed not to hear him. Not to mention that he had completely given up on his younger brother in his heart. Even if he hadn't, he didn't have time to take out his hands when facing two worshipers of the Qin family. save him.
Finally, the loss of the physical body caused a gap in strength, and the sword cultivator's offensive was already overbearing, not to mention the eight body flying swords at the same time. Therefore, Elder Wu did not last long before he lost his defense. When the eight flying swords staggered back and forth again, Elder Wu The Yuanying of Elder Wu suddenly turned into a piece of flesh and blood, and the breath of life completely disappeared. This time, Elder Wu’s Yuanying was killed. The dead ones could no longer be killed. Even the Yuanshen could not escape. In the future, this world will never be seen again. There is no one like Elder Wu. He can't even reincarnate.
The three magic weapons on Elder Wu's body fell to the ground and lay quietly, losing the nourishment of spiritual power. The three magic weapons became dim and dull, while Elder Wu's entire physical body and Nascent Soul had turned into a Spreading blood and foam, it was as if it had never appeared before.