The demon-binding rope spun around, but it fell to the ground.
It was empty inside, nothing was tied down.
How... how could this happen? !
What about people? !
The next moment, Zhao Xiong suddenly felt a strong anxiety.
This is the out-of-body monk's instinctive response to the crisis, and it is also his experience of fighting for so many years.
Zhao Xiong rolled to the side without thinking.
But there was still a piercing and burning pain on the scalp, which made him groan.
After finally standing still, Zhao Xiong tried his scalp, only to find that a large piece of his hair and scalp had been peeled off.
Blood rolled down his cheeks.
Opposite him, a girl with a picture-like eyebrow raised her bright red lips and sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that I was dodged!"
Zhao Xiong stared at her fiercely, "You, who are you? How can a Jindan Stage monk be so fast?!"
Yes, that speed was so fast that he didn't realize that the person in front of him had disappeared.
Soon, he escaped the fatal blow in embarrassment almost by instinct.
With a flip of Muyan's hand, Tianmoqin turned into seven colorful long swords, circling around her.
Zhao Xiong was even more suspicious, turning a piano into a sword? What kind of magic weapon is this? Why have I never heard of or seen it
As soon as this thought turned around, the seven long swords rushed towards him with lightning speed.
Enduring the severe pain in his head, Zhao Xiong quickly took a step back.
However, when the seven long swords approached, he felt relieved.
Fortunately, it looks bluffing, but it is only at the level of Jindan stage.
That spiritual power fluctuates, he can casually wave his hand...
Whoosh!
A snow-colored figure suddenly rushed in front of him.
The slender fingers like jade lightly grasped in the air.
The seven colored flying swords seemed to have been inspired, and suddenly gathered together and merged into one.
The crystal-clear long sword shone brightly under the moonlight.
Zhao Xiong's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart was pounding.
Danger!
He didn't feel anything about each of Qicai's swords.
But combining the two into one actually made him feel indescribably dangerous.
Zhao Xiong didn't even think about it, he quickly backed away with a snake-like footwork, avoiding the Qijue Sword.
At the same time, he took out a giant ax from the storage ring, and slashed at Muyan fiercely with unreserved momentum.
At this moment, Zhao Xiong finally didn't dare to hold back, and didn't dare to have any charming thoughts.
Because he discovered that this seemingly weak girl in front of him is so strong.
He was actually much, much stronger than Chu Tianyou at his peak.
Who is this girl
Zhao Xiong narrowly escaped the fatal blow of the Qijue Sword, the giant ax in his hand danced vigorously, and the thunder rumbled.
And the girl who was going forward bravely was also forced to retreat.
He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when his pupils shrank suddenly.
His body quickly turned sideways, but a sharp pain still came from his back.
"ah!!!"
Zhao Xiong let out a miserable scream and looked down.
I saw a black long sword piercing out from his lower left abdomen, billowing black air, stained with blood, continuously devouring his spiritual power, blood and soul, as if trying to suck him dry.
This is... the evil sword!
Zhao Xiong rushed out rolling and scrambling, fled a hundred meters away, and then looked back in horror.
I saw, behind the position where he just stood, a little doll carved in pink and jade, retracted the black long sword expressionlessly, and stood back beside Muyan.