With a movement of Muyan's consciousness, Xiaobao and the evil spirit sword disappeared in place.
And the Qijue Sword in her hand flashed with light, and turned into Tianmoqin again.
Seeing Xiaobao disappear, Zhao Xiong was startled at first, and then smiled grinningly: "So you still have a portable space on your body, do you think that if you put that little bastard in the portable space, I will have nothing to do with him? As long as I kill you, then There's no escape like a little bastard."
The slender fingers flicked lightly on the Tian Mo Qin, and the spiritual power in the world seemed to vibrate.
"Then you have the ability to kill me!"
Zhao Xiong laughed loudly: "You and that bastard, together with the Evil Resisting Sword, are no match for me. Now you are alone and let me make a round? Ye Liangchen, I advise you to be sensible and surrender yourself. Can leave a way out. Otherwise... "
Before he could finish speaking, Tianmoqin's voice like a golden steel horse exploded.
Countless sword blades rushed towards Zhao Xiong.
[The sound of the piano turns into a blade, ten thousand swords shoot out]!
Zhao Xiong looked at the rain of swords all over the sky, but he sneered and didn't pay attention at all.
With a light wave of the sword in his hand, the rain of swords was about to be scattered.
The sound of the piano rang melodiously in his ears.
Zhao Xiong didn't take it to heart at all, who knows, the hand that swung the sword suddenly froze.
Unable to move.
what happened? !
[Draw the ground as a prison] Activate!
There was a trace of suspicion in Zhao Xiong's eyes, and the spiritual power surged in his body, and he easily broke free from the shackles of [painting the ground as a prison].
Contempt surged in his heart, and he didn't care about Wan Jian attacking from the air at all.
With a light wave, hundreds of sword blades disappeared instantly like vaporizing.
However, the next moment, where the blade disappeared, an invisible sword energy burst out.
Zhao Xiong was caught off guard and had no time to dodge, so he could only concentrate his spiritual power and push hard.
boom! !
His ten feet fell to the real point, and the other party's ribs were probably broken by him.
But at the same time, from his lower abdomen, the wound that had been forcibly healed with medicine just now, there was a piercing pain again.
Zhao Xiong let out a scream, and slapped him away with another palm.
But the person on the opposite side just flew away, and immediately rushed back.
At the same time, the sound of the piano kept melodiously ringing in my ears.
The sound of the piano was very lingering and pleasant, but it made Zhao Xiong feel impatient.
And Muyan's fighting style made Zhao Xiong even more terrified.
In that sneak attack just now, Muyan used the method of injuring the enemy by one thousand and injuring herself by eight hundred.
Now, every move and style is fighting with him.
Although Zhao Xiong hurt her every time he fought, but he also suffered more and more injuries.
Especially the wound on the lower abdomen, the tear was even bigger.
Almost... almost touched his dantian!
madman! !
This woman is crazy! !
How can a monk at the golden core stage face the out-of-body stage, instead of dodging and procrastinating as a tactic, but risking his life
Is she really not afraid of death
Could it be that in order to protect that little bastard, in order to let Kong Yuanjiu come and kill herself, did she really want her life
Zhao Xiong felt indescribable fear and retreat.
Facing a Golden Core cultivator, he... He even showed the intention of shrinking back.
And his hesitation was immediately caught by Muyan.
boom! !
The field of stars covered the entire valley in an instant accompanied by the sudden high-pitched sound of the piano.
Qijue Sword rushed towards Zhao Xiong with killing intent like a stormy sea.
Puchi!
This is the sound of the long sword piercing into the flesh.