For Qi Ying, now, it has reached the point where if you win, you will live, if you lose, you will die. Facing the two Spiritual Martial Realm warriors approaching, he did not choose to resist at the first moment. Instead, he opened a jade bottle and swallowed the seven or eight Explosive Qi Pills inside like beans.
"Death is imminent, no medicine will help!"
Feng Hemu quickly rushed to Qi Ying, using all his strength to activate his first-level spiritual martial arts cultivation. The golden aura on his body was particularly bright, and the long sword of Xuan-level treasure in his hand pierced Qi Ying's chest. It was obvious that he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. Before Qi Ying could refine the elixir, he killed him first.
Qi Ying could feel the sharp edge coming from the golden sword, and several strands of his hair were cut off by a flashing air blade several feet away.
The edge of the long sword is closer!
"die!"
The sword energy coming out of the air directly tore Qi Ying's black robe, revealing the bright red blood-gilt armor underneath.
The blood-gilt armor had deep marks cut by the sword energy.
"Kill me? No way!"
At this moment, Qi Ying raised his right hand, his body flashed, the bloody Zhanlu sword turned into red light, and he slashed violently.
"Ah."
Feng Hemu smiled mockingly.
Still want to go head-to-head? So stupid!
Yin!
Click!
The blood-colored long sword collided with the golden long sword. The latter's sword was covered with golden light. The spiritual power was far superior to the true energy in quality, plus the edge of the Xuan-level treasure itself, which directly made the difference in quality a lot. The bloody Zhanlu sword was cut off. The broken blade of the bleeding Zhanlu sword stabbed Feng Hemu's body smoothly, but it did not go through the gap in the chain armor at all.
"Go to hell!"
Feng Hemu poured more spiritual power into the golden sword and slashed at Qi Ying's body.
In his opinion, Qi Ying without the long sword was like a tiger without its fangs and claws, no different from a fat pig with no offensive power at all.
But at this time, what surprised him was that Qi Ying raised his left hand and grabbed it towards him with his hand.
"Fool!"
Feng Hemu thought Qi Ying was stupid.
No one with a brain would use their body parts to come into contact with other people's weapons.
One sword can destroy Qi Ying!
However.
Click!
In the crisp sound of gold and iron, the golden sword and the silver gloves collided, creating dazzling sparks. Qi Ying caught the golden sword with one hand. Feng Hemu gritted his teeth and twisted hard, trying to pull out the golden sword, but for some reason, the opponent's strength seemed to increase a lot in an instant, and he clamped the golden sword tightly like pliers, unable to move it at all.
Qi Ying felt like his body was being filled with explosive power. Just now, he directly separated out one-third of the Blood Moon blood and integrated it into his body. At this time, every part of his body was burning, and rolling power surged out.
Just like a flash flood, you need to find a breakthrough to vent!
Qi Ying suddenly raised his leg and kicked Feng Hemu in the abdomen.
Bang!
There was a dull sound, like beating a drum.
Feng Hemu felt a mountain hit his stomach. The strong force passed through the chain armor, which had no hard resistance, and directly entered the inside of his body. His internal organs were churning, as if some of his internal organs had been kicked out. A salty smell surged up into his throat, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't help but lose strength in his hand, and when he was unsteady, the long sword was snatched away by Qi Ying who was holding the blade.
"roll!"
Qi Ying kicked out again, knocking Feng Hemu more than ten feet away.
The whole place was breathless.
Tian Shou, who rushed to Qi Ying, couldn't help but pause!
what happened? Why could Qi Ying's power soar so much in an instant? Even Feng Hemu, who was known for his violence, was defeated.
Also, what incredible thing is it that one hand is holding a mysterious sword
They were in a daze, but Qi Ying was in an extremely excited state, burning one third of the Blood Moon plasma in an instant, making him feel that his entire vision was red, and he had to find some kind of attack.
The closest one is Takari!
Whoosh!
Qi Ying's figure was electric, and he came to Tian Shou's side in an instant, holding the golden long sword and the remaining half of the bloody Zhanlu sword in his left and right hands respectively. The latter only reacted at this time, but he retreated violently and flew backwards like lightning.
Qi Ying was about to follow closely when a heartbreaking pain suddenly came from the tibia of his right leg.
Click!
The bones are almost broken.
"It's this shit again!"
Qi Ying gritted his teeth and lowered his head, only to see that the red wolf-shaped martial spirit bit his left calf again.
Under the strong biting force, the muscle was directly pierced, and the entire calf was almost bitten off.
"ha!"
Qi Ying roared violently, holding the golden sword in his left hand, and thrust it down suddenly!
Buzz!
The golden long sword pierced through the blood demon wolf spirit in an instant. The latter howled miserably, turned into a ball of light and exploded, and the body composed of spiritual power was wiped out.
Huchi, wheeze...
The feeling of burning blood moon plasma passed, and Qi Ying felt that all the muscles in his body were aching, and he could not even take another step forward.
The strength just now exceeded the limit that his body could bear.
Bang!
The injured left leg could no longer stand firm. Qi Ying dropped his left knee and half-knelt on the ground. He dropped the blood-dropping Zhanlu Sword in his right hand, held the golden sword, inserted it into the ground, and barely held his body up.
"Huh... reached the limit..."
Qi Ying knew very well that although his body still contained a lot of energy generated by forcibly refining the pills, the continuous battles had been overdrafting his body. Muscles, bones, meridians... none of them can withstand a force that far exceeds the level of cultivation for a long time.
He is now like an overused machine, always on the verge of collapse.
"Ahem..."
At this time, Feng Hemu stood up holding his stomach, first glanced at Qi Ying who was half kneeling on the ground in shock, and then glanced at Tian Shou who was in shock in front of him, gritted his teeth and said: "Quick! Come on! Kill him! "
"I want to fuck you!"
Tian Shou's face was even uglier than Feng Hemu's. His martial soul was severely injured, leaving him in a state of mental pain and confusion.
Feng Hemu and Tian Shou glared at each other, neither of them willing to drag their injured bodies forward.
What's more, they are all worried. Who knows if Qi Ying will unleash some terrifying moves when they get close to them, seriously injuring themselves and others? In that case, even if they obtain the token, who can guarantee that other people in the hunting ground will not take away the token they obtained
"Duan Lang, come on!"
Tian Shou turned around and yelled at Duan Lang.
"I… "
Duan Lang looked at Qi Ying, who was half-kneeling, and shook his head repeatedly: "No, it's still you..."
Suddenly, a loud laugh sounded.
"Haha! If you don't dare to go up, I will go up!"
Whoosh!
A figure rushed out from the Sun family camp and rushed straight towards Qi Ying.