"Tread on the ground and swallow the sky!" Just when Fu Fengming was about to die under Zhao Weihu's attack like a moth flying into the flames, the purple wood unicorn suddenly roared, and there was a crackling sound in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck.
Zhao Weihu was moved by the sound, his expression couldn't help but change, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Zimu Qilin. He saw that Zimu Qilin had launched some big move, and a huge unicorn shadow appeared in the sky. I saw this unicorn silhouette's mouth opened angrily, as if it wanted to swallow the entire sky.
When the Nine Heavens Remnant Formation is strong, it becomes stronger. When Zimu Qilin launches this most powerful move, there is also a burst of light, and there is even a loud buzzing sound like thousands of monks chanting Buddha.
"How can I allow you clowns like you to show off your power in front of me?" Zimu Qilin looked solemn and solemn. He raised one palm to the sky and suddenly waved downwards. The huge Qilin shadow suddenly shot out of the air with its limbs. Regardless of the dense rain-like red light emitted by the Nine Heavens Remnant Formation, he rushed straight towards Zhao Weihu.
Under the pressure and weakening of the Nine Heavens Remnant Formation, the figure of the Kirin Phantom continued to shrink, and its power continued to weaken. But when it broke through the Nine Heavens Remnant Formation, the power and attack power it unleashed still caused a great deal of damage to Zhao Weihu. strong oppression and threats. [
Zhao Weihu's expression changed wildly, and he had no choice but to let Fu Fengming go, and instead concentrated all his mind and spiritual power to deal with the Qilin phantom that was rushing towards him.
"How is that possible?" When the Qilin shadow was approaching him and Zhao Weihu was about to use all his power, the Qilin shadow suddenly exploded. With its powerful power and the impact of the explosion, Zhao Weihu could only Before he could even let out a exclamation, he flew backwards as if he had been hit by a speeding car.
The power of this blow was really not small. Before Zhao Weihu even hit the ground, he opened his mouth and spat out more than ten blood arrows. The clothes on his body became tattered and ragged, and his hair was as fluffy as weeds. It was obvious at a glance that he was seriously injured. light.
But compared to Zimu Qilin, Zhao Weihu's injuries were nothing more than pediatric. Using all his strength, he resorted to the special move of "stepping on the ground and swallowing the sky". Zimu Qilin collapsed on the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth, and he couldn't stop it. He had a majestic face, pale, and no trace of blood. A hint of blood. Anyone can see that Zimu Qilin has completely lost its fighting power. At this time, even standing has become a problem.
Zimu Qilin did not bother to check on his injuries. After knocking Zhao Weihu away, he immediately turned his attention to Fu Fengming. Now it all depends on Fu Fengming whether he can help Nangong Yao get out of the predicament.
Fu Fengming also really surprised Zimu Qilin. A seventh-level monk dared to take action against a tenth-level monk. This already required a lot of courage to do it. Not only did Fu Fengming do it, he even had a bright face on his face. There was no trace of fear, only iron-like determination. This was really not easy for a girl.
Zimu Qilin felt refreshed and saw hope. Fu Fengming does not need to be better than Cai Dingshan in cultivation. At this time, Cai Dingshan and Nangong Yao are in a confrontation, maintaining a delicate balance. Fu Fengming can break this balance with just a little effort. If it is broken, Cai Dingshan will suffer a disaster.
Success or failure depended on this. Not only did Zimu Qilin hold his breath, but Nangong Yao also looked solemn. He used the power in his body regardless of the cost, and cooperated with Fu Fengming's offensive, vowing to kill Cai Dingshan in one fell swoop.
It stands to reason that in the face of such a dangerous situation, Cai Dingshan would lose his composure and be in a hurry. However, Nangong Yao was surprised to find that Cai Dingshan, let alone being in a hurry, did not even change his face at all, and he still looked proud of having a chance to win.
Nangong Yao didn't believe that Cai Dingshan had such calming skills. Since Cai Dingshan was not forcing himself to be calm, he was relying on something else. The hope that had just surged in Nangong Yao's heart was instantly extinguished by a basin of cold water.
"No! Feng Ming, retreat quickly!" Nangong Yao suddenly exclaimed, even her voice changed a bit.
At this moment, the smile at the corner of Cai Dingshan's mouth suddenly spread and turned into a heart-stopping grin.
"Since you are deliberately seeking death, then I will help you!" Cai Dingshan said coldly when Fu Fengming came closer. He originally held the sword with both hands, but instantly changed it to holding the sword with one hand.
"What?!" Seeing Cai Dingshan's actions, Fu Fengming opened his mouth in shock, his eyes full of disbelief. In the confrontation between the two, Cai Dingshan did not exert all his strength, otherwise he would never dare to make such a move rashly.
Cai Dingshan ignored Fu Fengming's shock, raised his left hand slightly, and easily neutralized Fu Fengming's attack. Fu Fengming's heart tightened, and before he could react, Cai Dingshan's momentum exploded again, sending Fu Fengming flying back into the air. Cai Dingshan did not intend to let Fu Fengming go like this, and then swept out another palm, a powerful palm force, like a tracking missile, chasing Fu Fengming through the air.
"It's over!" Zimu Qilin sighed sadly and closed his eyes unbearably.
Cai Dingshan's palm contained at least 80% of his power, and it was definitely not something Fu Fengming, a seventh-level monk, could resist.
"No!" Seeing that Fu Fengming was about to die under Cai Dingshan's hands, Nangong Yao shouted anxiously. If Fu Fengming died because of her carelessness and underestimation of the enemy, she would probably never forgive herself in her lifetime.
Enraged, Nangong Yao didn't care about that. The spiritual energy in her body surged wildly, and she abruptly broke off the confrontation with the Heaven-killing Immortal Sword. She slashed out with her right palm, using all her strength to block Cai Dingshan's palm force that wanted to take Fu Fengming's life. . [
"Hehe... you are looking for death!" Seeing Nangong Yao so crazy, Cai Dingshan was surprised and happy, and he would not let go of this perfect opportunity. He stabbed the Heaven-killing Immortal Sword in his hand and immediately pierced Nangong Yao's shoulder. The tip of the sword penetrated Nangong Yao's back.
Although the sword wound caused Nangong Yao heartache, it was nothing compared to the pain of spiritual power backlash. The forced withdrawal not only allowed the sword energy of the Heaven-killing Immortal Sword to take advantage of the situation, but Nangong Yao's own spiritual power also started to backfire on her body. Under the attack of the two phases, one can imagine Nangong Yao's condition. The number of meridians in her body There were cracks everywhere, and all the internal organs were damaged and displaced.
"Hahaha... stinky girl, do you know how powerful I am now?" Nangong Yao was seriously injured in one fell swoop, and Cai Dingshan laughed wildly with pride.
That ferocious smile fell into Nangong Yao's eyes, and he was as hateful as he wanted. Holding the edge of the Heaven-killing Immortal Sword with her left hand, Nangong Yao's right hand suddenly rose high and struck Cai Dingshan's chest fiercely.
"What are you doing!?" Cai Dingshan did not expect that Nangong Yao, as a woman, could be so strong and tenacious, and that she could launch an attack under such circumstances. With a cry of surprise, Cai Dingshan subconsciously wanted to pull the Heaven-Slaying Immortal Sword out of Nangong Yao's shoulder, but Nangong Yao held it tightly and was unable to twitch at all.