"Haha, it turns out that you are the chief disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, so go and die. I didn't expect that I would be able to meet a disciple of the Holy Land, kill you and then devour your blood essence. Just thinking about it makes me excited."
Facing Zhao Jiuge's scolding, the red-haired old demon didn't care at all. On the contrary, he smiled faintly, because why should he be angry when facing a person who was about to die
After the red-haired old demon finished speaking, he started to take action. Although he had been writing for a long time, it did not mean that he was willing to endlessly talk nonsense with these two juniors.
The blood-red aura suddenly lit up, then rose into the sky, like a giant net, and was about to cover Zhao Jiuge. The rich smell of blood made Zhao Jiuge feel slightly nauseous. Even though he was so far away, Zhao Jiuge could smell it clearly. That smell.
Seeing the red-haired old demon's attack coming in the blink of an eye, Zhao Jiuge's eyes shrank, and his own spiritual power also swept out. The golden aura was surrounded by a blue-white light, which was the unique attribute of the Ice Sword's spiritual veins.
Facing such an old monster in the spirit transformation realm, how could Zhao Jiuge dare to hide his clumsiness at all? If it weren't for the fact that his own strength was far beyond the ordinary spiritual elixir realm, and he had no way to escape, maybe Zhao Jiuge wouldn't be the same as the old man with red hair. The courage to take action.
Holding the 'Han Ming' tightly in his right hand and pointing the sword at an angle, Zhao Jiuge had secretly prepared the sword energy mark given to him by Elder Zangyue, ready to release it at any time when he found an opportunity. After all, this red-haired old demon in the God Transformation Realm was far away. It was not as good as the evil cultivator who had just broken through to the realm of divine transformation last time. It was difficult for him and Pei Susu to escape with the help of him and Pei Susu.
With the golden spiritual power of ice, when he touched the bloody aura, it was like ice and snow melting. Zhao Jiuge was surprised to find that his spiritual power was corroded by the bloody aura, unlike other people's spiritual power. It was consumed due to collision.
The spiritual power released by Zhao Jiuge lost control in the blink of an eye. He secretly murmured in his heart, is this the strength of the realm of gods? It can completely crush him. You must know that even a monk in the Nascent Soul realm can have the strength. He had to resist for a long time.
There was some panic in the dark eyes, and then he heard bursts of dragon roars erupting in the void at some point, and the rich and bright golden light rippled directly, shining on the surrounding heaven and earth.
Four lifelike golden-patterned dragons appeared directly in the void in front of Zhao Jiuge. They opened their teeth and clawed at them, as if they were going to tear the red-haired old demon alive.
When the golden-patterned dragon appeared, a different pressure spread. Even the red-haired old demon who was confident and confident was a little surprised when he saw the sudden golden-patterned dragon. Although the four golden dragons in front of him were Wen Youkong did not bring him any danger, but the aura made him very uncomfortable. If Zhao Jiuge's cultivation level was at the same level as his, then this method would be enough to give him a sense of threat.
The red-haired old demon was only slightly interested. After a few glances at the golden-patterned dragon, he lost interest. The spiritual power in his body suddenly stagnated, and the bloody aura became even more intense.
When the golden light with ice attributes was fragmented, four majestic and lifelike golden dragons rose into the sky, entangled with each other, and went directly towards the bloody aura.
Zhao Jiuge's face was solemn, and he was a little worried. He couldn't deal with this monk in the Transformation of God Realm. He didn't use any means from the beginning to the end. He only relied on the overbearing spiritual power of the Transformation of God Realm to make him complain endlessly. , I almost forced myself to use my trump card. In normal competitions with monks of the same level, these methods are the best.
When Zhao Jiuge attacked the red-haired old demon, Pei Susu was not idle at the side. The green flying sword in his hand suddenly became bright, and the blade of the sword was faintly filled with illusory waves.
Until now, Pei Susu can only take one step at a time. Different from Zhao Jiuge's risk-taking feeling, Pei Susu has been thinking about how this matter will end well. Even until now, Pei Susu has not reached that desperate situation. She As long as she was willing to pay the price, she had at least three ways to deal with the red-haired old demon.
The sharp sword edge was freely released from the flying sword in her hand. Since she chose to take action, Pei Susu did not hold back at all. The spiritual power of the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm was roaring in her body.
From childhood to adulthood, Pei Susu has always been held in the palm of the hand in the Demon Sect. No matter who she is, she is always obedient to her. Therefore, she has never been clear about the extent of her current strength. The people in those sects naturally She didn't know how to spar with her, and even if she did, she would only deliberately lose to her, so she just wanted to take this opportunity today to see how far her own strength can be exerted. It's not like she has no experience with monks in the realm of gods. He had fought before, but he had never fought in such a desperate situation like this. They said that one can only tap into his potential between life and death, and Pei Susu wanted to see what level he could reach.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen green sword energy criss-crossed towards the red-haired old demon. She did not immediately take action for Zhao Jiuge to resist the blood-red aura that was filled with the strong smell of blood. Instead, she directly bombarded the red-haired old demon's body. In order to distract the red-haired old demon.
Although the Demon Sect's skills are relatively complex and include all kinds of skills, Pei Susu studies several types of skills at the same time, and sword cultivation is one of them. Although the Demon Sect's Sword Jue is far less famous than the Xuantian Sword Jue, Pei Susu's skills are indeed somewhat Amazing, even much stronger than most disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect.
Facing Pei Susu's impressive offensive, the red-haired old demon didn't seem to notice it. Instead, he stared at the four golden-patterned dragons, as if the four golden-patterned dragons could arouse his interest.
"Chichichi...:"
Dense sounds suddenly sounded continuously, like light rain hitting the ground, and like the feeling of skin being burned.
As soon as the rich blood-red spiritual light touched the four golden-patterned dragons, it immediately began to corrode. However, the four golden-patterned dragons were much more powerful than the golden spiritual power just now. Even after this collision, they were still tenacious. Resisting.
However, as time went by, the auras on the four golden-patterned dragons became dim, and tattered scars appeared on them. They were stained with blood-red auras and exuded a faint halo. The bright golden bodies that were so lifelike just now suddenly disappeared. It became a little strange.
The sound of dragon roars kept erupting, like hysterical roars. Just a random burst of spiritual power from the red-haired old demon was so difficult to deal with. If the red-haired old demon really wanted to fight, he, a disciple in the late stage of the spiritual elixir realm, could not resist it. .
No matter how hard the golden-patterned dragons struggled, the bloody aura never showed any signs of weakening. The majestic appearance of the four golden-patterned dragons had long since disappeared, replaced by a shaky feeling.
Zhao Jiuge looked at the scene in front of him and felt extremely anxious. A crystal clear sword energy mark appeared on his left hand at some point. He had already planned to crush this sword with all his strength if he had no choice but to do so. The sword energy mark allowed it to be released completely. Even if he died, the worst he could do was drag the red-haired old demon with him to fight. At least that way, Pei Susu would still be alive.
The biggest reason why Zhao Jiuge was a little anxious about the crisis before him was simply because Pei Susu was on the side. If Zhao Jiuge faced this danger alone, he might not have much emotional fluctuations, but once it came to Pei Susu, Zhao Jiuge's heart would be in chaos. .
Pei Susu has always been the one to protect him from wind and rain, and he relies on Pei Susu to solve any problems, so he doesn't want to put the pressure on Pei Susu every time. This time he wants to prove to Pei Susu that even if he is not as strong as others, he can still do it. Like a man, stand in front of her and protect her from the wind and rain for once.
Zhao Jiuge's dark eyes stared closely at the situation in the field, and then he bit his dry lips. Now the strongest golden-patterned dragon in his hand didn't seem to be very effective. The one in 'Han Ming' Daohan Bingluanfeng's essence has not yet recovered after being used in the past few days, and his current method can only rely on the Sanskrit Holy Body.
However, the Holy Body of Sanskrit Sound may have excellent defensive effects, but it is somewhat lacking in terms of killing methods. Perhaps even relying on the Holy Palm of Sanskrit Sound cannot get close to the red-haired old demon. As for the top-quality spiritual weapon 'Han Ming' in his hand , Zhao Jiuge simply gave up using it. The gap in cultivation was too big, and the depth of spiritual power was too far apart. Even if it was used, it would be difficult to cause any harm to the red-haired old demon in the God Transformation Realm.
You will know how little you know when you use the book, and you will know how little you know when you compete with others. At this moment, Zhao Jiuge deeply understood that his own methods and cards were still too few. He usually thought that he was a little complacent based on a little bit of strength, although he rarely showed it on weekdays. , but under a subtle influence, Zhao Jiuge became the kind of person he hated the most, and he unconsciously had a kind of pride in his bones.
If he could break through to the Nascent Soul Realm earlier, or if he had more means or more treasures, he wouldn't be so passive at this moment.
Zhao Jiuge felt a little helpless. At this moment, all he could do was watch the unsuspicious battle in the air and do nothing.
"Snapped…"
There was a slight crisp sound. Perhaps as time went by, the four golden-patterned dragons could no longer withstand the corrosive power of the blood-red aura, and directly turned into little bits of aura, dissipating directly in the void.
The corner of Zhao Jiuge's mouth twitched, and he smiled bitterly in his heart. Hanbing Luanfeng had not yet recovered, and the golden-patterned dragon had to be conceived again, but if he couldn't survive today, then everything would be meaningless.
However, although the four golden-patterned dragons completely dissipated, it was not entirely in vain. The rich bloody red aura finally weakened in power after the impact of the four golden-patterned dragons.
The remaining blood-red spiritual light fell from the sky like a rain curtain and landed on Zhao Jiuge's head. Zhao Jiuge's face suddenly changed slightly as he looked at the blood-red spiritual power that was attacking him.
He had seen the corrosive power contained in this blood-red aura just now. If he really let this blood-red aura touch his body, he would probably have to shed a layer of skin even if he did not die. However, the offensive had already appeared in front of him. , disappeared in the blink of an eye, even if he wanted to use some means, he could not completely resist the falling blood-red aura.
The situation suddenly became critical. Even Zhao Jiuge did not expect that the crisis would come so quickly.