The ground began to shake violently, as if something huge was about to burst out of the ground.
Jian Xiuyun instinctively sensed a hint of danger, and clenched his sword tightly with a solemn expression.
The two in the fight were also forced to stop.
The shaking became more and more intense, and finally, as if the ground couldn't bear it, a huge gap opened in the middle, and then, a black shadow quickly jumped out of it.
Jian Xiuyun took a closer look, but couldn't tell what the black shadow was for a while.
It was very tall upright, about two meters long, with jet-black hair growing all over its body, it looked no different from a beast, but it also had human limbs. A half-human, half-animal face, although it still has human features, but the eyes are extraordinarily large, accounting for half of the entire face, and the entire pupils are dark and deep, which is particularly terrifying.
This neither human nor beast seemed to be in great pain, and opened its mouth to scream, but there was no sound. It turned out that it had no tongue, and when it opened its mouth, it could only see a dark hole.
Jian Xiuyun has seen quite a few monsters, and he can basically tell the type they belong to at a glance, but this is the first time he has encountered such a strange one.
The demonic aura on his body was extremely strong, but mixed with a faint, human aura.
The thing roared silently for a while, and then gradually became irritable. It angrily raised its hand and slapped a tree in the middle, and then rushed towards Kan Wenxiao.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun pulled out the Qinghan sword, but he didn't show up immediately to help.
Kan Wenxiao must have experienced this kind of situation in his previous life.
He was able to come out in his previous life, so he should be fine in this life.
Then he saw that You Zhinian jumped onto a branch without knowing when, and laughed out loud watching this scene.
"Big black man, teach this human boy a lesson, don't let him think that we are demons..."
Before he finished speaking, that thing suddenly turned around for some reason, and slapped You Zhinian with a slap.
You Zhinian obviously didn't expect that thing to attack her, she was totally unprepared, she was slapped on her chest, fell heavily on the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
That thing didn't intend to let You Zhinian go, it raised its right foot and stepped on her body.
You Zhinian screamed and closed her eyes.
But the imagined pain did not subside. She opened her eyes and found that Kan Wenxiao had stood in front of her at some point, blocking the thing with her sword.
Kan Wenxiao was obviously not the opponent of that thing either, just by resisting, the spiritual power was passing away rapidly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Let's go!" Kan Wenxiao said to You Zhinian through gritted teeth without looking back.
You can see how difficult it is for him to resist.
You Zhinian stood up, ran a few steps outside, then ran back holding her wound, and said, "I'll help you."
Kan Wenxiao glared at her, "We are not its opponents, go to the exit of Nether Abyss to find the disciples of Xuyujian, and ask them to bring reinforcements."
"Okay." You Zhinian also knew that this was the best way now, but just as she was about to leave, the monster's spiritual power suddenly soared, and Kan Wenxiao was sent flying, falling heavily to the ground.
Jian Xiuyun at the side: "..."
He watched it for a while, and felt that the original intention of this plot should be to make Kan Wenxiao rescue Youzhi once and take it into the harem.
The plot did develop in this way, so he felt that he didn't need to appear at all, and let the hero show his charm to his heart's content.
But now, how did he feel that the monster could really kill them.
Isn't Kan Wenxiao the hero? Why are you in such a mess.
When Jian Xiuyun was hesitating whether to make a move, Kan Wenxiao and You Zhinian were already cornered.
There is a boulder behind you, and there is no way to retreat.
Jian Xiuyun sighed, it seemed that it would be impossible if he didn't make a move.
At this time, the state of the monster was even more wrong, and it launched an attack frantically. Kan Wenxiao was covered in blood, and it was obviously at the end of his battle.
His spiritual power was almost exhausted, his whole body hurt so badly, it became difficult to even lift the sword, and the signal flare that was about to be set off just now was also knocked down by the monster.
Kan Wenxiao gasped for breath with difficulty, did he want to die here
The monster's thick hand fell down again, and Kan Wenxiao bit it tightly and began to mobilize the aura in his body, a thick rusty air in his throat.
However, at this moment, a white figure stood in front of him.
Master? !
Kan Wenxiao's eyes widened, and he looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief, why is he here
Although full of astonishment, his appearance made Kan Wenxiao inexplicably relieved, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.
"Master." Kan Wenxiao called him.
Jian Xiuyun ordered neatly: "You two leave here quickly, go out of the deep abyss, and spread the news here."
After speaking, he drew his sword and wrestled with the monster.
Kan Wen knew that Jian Xiuyun was in the late stage of Nascent Soul, so he should have no problem dealing with this monster, so he agreed without much hesitation.
"The disciple understands."
After finishing speaking, he dragged You Zhi Nian to the barrier of Mingyuan, leaving only Jian Xiuyun to fight the monster alone.
If it was in the past, this monster was really no match for him, but when he hit the distraction stage before, he lost his temper and injured the spiritual roots in his body. I can pray that Kan Wenxiao will call someone over soon.
Although the monster was full of magic power, it was too large and slow to move, which gave Jian Xiuyun an opportunity to take advantage of.
I saw that he filled the Qinghan sword with spiritual power, stabbed at its chest pretendingly, waited for the monster to reach out to block it, then dodged quickly, jumped behind it, and stabbed at its back.
The monster's skin was very thick, and the Qinghan sword didn't even penetrate half of it, so it didn't cause much damage to it.
But the pain still made it a little crazy.
It roared silently a few times, turned around angrily, raised its palm high and slapped Jian Xiuyun. This monster seems to have intelligence. After suffering a loss just now, it paid attention to Jian Xiuyun's movements again. After a few minutes, the war was stalemate for a while.
After a long time, Jian Xiuyun felt that the spiritual power in his body was gradually exhausted. His spiritual power was already damaged and had not been repaired. Now that he had barely used so much, he could hardly hold on.
The monster didn't fall well either, and several sword wounds were still bleeding from his body.
Quick fix.
Jian Xiuyun was thinking, and while the monster was breathing, he swung his sword and performed the eighth move of "Qing Ming", which was a myriad of illusions.
The Qinghan sword transformed into countless sword shadows behind him in an instant, and the sword pointed at the monster. With a movement of Jian Xiuyun's spiritual thoughts, thousands of sword shadows flew straight towards the monster.
The monster's knees softened in pain, and he stretched out his hands to support an ancient locust tree next to him. His originally dark eyes were stained a little bloody because of anger.
It gasped for breath, looked at Jian Xiuyun angrily, struggled to stand up, used all four limbs, and rushed towards Jian Xiuyun, looking like it would never die.
Because of its desperate fighting style, Jian Xiuyun retreated steadily, and was slapped on the heart, and his mouth was filled with blood, but Jian Xiuyun gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood back.
He was also a little red-eyed, he knew that if he didn't get rid of this monster quickly, he would be the one who died.
Jian Xiuyun clenched his trembling fingers due to exhaustion, and frantically circulated the spiritual power in his body.
The chill emanating from the Qinghan Sword became more and more intense, and a layer of frost quickly formed on the surrounding vegetation.
Jian Xiuyun's eyes were as cold as his sword.
"Should die." After Jian Xiuyun finished speaking, he raised his sword and stabbed at the monster.
There is no fancy sword style, only a simple movement, but this movement is wrapped in all the spiritual power in Jian Xiuyun's body.
This sword is the last stance of "Qing Ming", everything is silent, it hurts one thousand enemies, and self-damages eight hundred, it cannot be used lightly unless it is between death and life, but he has no time to hesitate.
When the Qinghan sword entered the monster's body, Jian Xiuyun felt that the surroundings seemed to be quiet for a moment. He seemed to hear a pained and relieved smile, and then saw the monster's movements became slower and slower, and finally fell down heavily.
Bursts of black air overflowed from the monster's body, and Jian Xiuyun frowned and stepped back.
As the black air flowed away, the monster's body shrank little by little, as if something was appearing, but the surrounding black air was too thick for him to see clearly.
Jian Xiuyun has always thought that this monster is very strange, and now it may show its clues, so there is no reason for him to let it go.
Jian Xiuyun took out a handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose, and walked forward.
However, just as he was about to walk to the monster, a red light suddenly flashed in the monster's body.
Jian Xiuyun frowned, and just as he was about to turn around, an explosion sounded from behind.
"Master!"
An exclamation came faintly from a distance, very familiar.
But he couldn't tell who it was.
He only felt a sharp pain all over his body, and then fell into endless darkness.