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At the moment when Daomang was forced to retreat, the amount of violent violence completely erupted!
Blood spurted out of Feng Qingyu's mouth, and his entire body drew a long arc and smashed into the dense forest!
And the moment Feng Qingyu was slapped by this palm, a look of disappointment crossed the old man's face.

After all, he thought too much, and it seemed that such a stunning and brilliant figure, how could there be a second place in the entire cultivation world!

But this minor repair.
Just as he was lost, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Xiao Xiu getting up from the ruins.

The old man was stunned for a moment, but he saw that Feng Qingyu had already attacked with a flaming sword!

"This little repair is a bit interesting."

The gloom between his brows dissipated, and the old man suddenly laughed, and it was shot with the same intensity, but the result this time.
The same method was used again, although Feng Qingyu was knocked flying again, but the palm print of the vitality was destroyed.

However, the price she paid for this blow was too heavy.

The flame sword collapsed directly into nothingness, the arm that she held the sword was completely shattered, and the sleeve of her shirt disappeared.

The whole arm was dripping with blood, and it was impossible to tell where the wound was and where it was the flesh.

Violently wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Feng Qingyu didn't even look at his arm, the light in his left hand flashed, and the flaming sword appeared again, rushing towards the old man's position!
Since there is no way to retreat, it is better to fight vigorously. Even if you die in the final battle, there will be no regrets, because she has done her best.

Seeing Feng Qingyu attacking again with a knife, the old man's eyes flashed with light.

Even if this little xiu didn't get that person's inheritance, he might still have a great secret.

At this point, the old man swept the palm of his hand lightly again, and the red air waves roared out. With just one touch, Feng Qingyu was blown away again!
This time, Feng Qingyu's counterattack came more quickly.

The body is still in the aftermath of the air wave, and the knife has already let go, turned into countless rockets, and roared towards the red-robed old man!
The rocket came quickly and urgently, and it would be difficult to escape if you were an ordinary powerhouse.

But the other party is the power of refining virtual, far from being able to compare with ordinary powerhouses.

The rocket is fierce and domineering, with a long tail of light upstream, constantly breaking the defense in front of the old man.

But as soon as it approached within a range of the opponent's body, its speed began to decay.

In the end, he was desperately spinning at a position only three feet away from the old man, no matter how much Ren Feng Qingyu drove it, he couldn't move forward.

"Haha. Only these little tricks? If it's just these, then your life, I'm afraid you won't be able to save it!"

The voice fell to the ground, the old man suddenly threw his sleeves, and the rockets in the sky exploded into nothingness!

The rocket was scattered, and the red-robed old man stepped out in one step, ignoring the distance of thousands of meters, and when he settled down, he was already in front of Feng Qingyu.

At the same time, that slender palm had already smashed to the top of Feng Qingyu's head!

Feng Qingyu's eyes were slightly bewildered, a blue light flashed in his palm, and the flame dagger condensed in an instant, ignoring the threat of that palm and heading straight for the old man's weakness!
This knife, fierce and tricky, condensed all the power that Feng Qingyu could burst out.

If the old man insisted on shooting Feng Qingyu to death, he would definitely be injured by the opponent.

In exchange for the life of an ant to be injured, the old man would never do it anyway.

Therefore, Feng Qingyu's sword has not yet been implemented, and the old man has already withdrawn his palm and retreated.

But he has only just finished his momentum, and Feng Qingyu has already bullied himself again!

At the same time, the Youqing Blade is divided into four, directly blocking all the old man's retreat!
Does this mean that you are going to die and get yourself seriously injured?
At this moment, a dignified expression finally appeared on the old man's face.

An opponent who is not afraid of death and deserves the respect of all.

Although his opponent has not grown up yet, he does not delay the old man's appreciation of her.

A Xiaoxiu who has not yet condensed his core, not only beheaded the gods, but also forced him back.

This strategy and combat power, even if it is far inferior to that of the year, is enough to crush the young talents of Sapa Continent.

Being forced back by such an opponent, the old man did not feel the slightest bit of anger, but instead had a trace of admiration for this little cultivator.

Far beyond the resilience of ordinary people, flawless attack.

Every shot he made seemed to be within the opponent's calculations.

This method is not that person's style, but her attack method is really outstanding.

It is a pity that the other party is a girl, and the direct disciple of Longya Palace can only be a virgin, which is also doomed that she cannot be her own.

Since she was destined not to be his Long Ao's disciple, he could only destroy it, and it would be better for her to worship someone else and become a rival of Longya Palace in the future.

The thought rises, the killing heart rises.

A cold look flashed across the old man's eyes, his whole body abruptly burst into vitality, and in just a split second, the daggers and Feng Qingyu flew out!
Refinement of the weak is so terrifying.

Feng Qingyu was able to kill Long Yang at a higher level, but in the hands of a cultivator who was only one level higher than him, he had no power to fight back.

Seeing that the old man raised his palms and chased after him again, Feng Qingyu clenched his teeth tightly, and with this anti-shock force, he forcibly sacrificed the flame's wings!
Ignoring the extreme pain coming from his back, Feng Qingyu poured all the real energy of his body into the fire wing.

In an instant, the wings of the flame more than doubled, and the attack of the old man came at this moment!
"The blood palm turns the sky!!"

The blood-red vitality palm print is under the hood, and it is infinitely enlarged when it is close to landing.

The silver moon has no light, and the golden crow loses its color!As if the whole sky, only this giant palm is left.

And Feng Qingyu became the only person targeted in this world.

This blow is not at the same level as the previous two blows. With the means Feng Qingyu currently has, it is impossible to take this blow.

If you can't take it, you have to run away.

But she has already exerted her speed to the extreme, and blood has flowed out from the position where the back shoulder blade is connected to the fire wing, but she still can't escape from the bloody palm.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in Feng Qingyu's heart.

Fighting and fighting, basically all the means that can be used are used, but the result.
Countless vines shot out, and at the moment when the bloody palm print approached Feng Qingyu within three feet in front of him, it exploded!

The vine demon's behavior of destroying countless vines has brought Feng Qingyu a chance to escape.

The power of countless vines self-exploding pushed her out for miles again.

Now she has reached the sky of the two worlds, and the distance between the fault and crack is less than a thousand feet.

But this mere thousand zhang distance has become a moat in front of her.

The huge canyon where the miasma rises is close at hand, but the blood palm above does not give her any chance.

Knowing that the owner's life was hanging by a thread, a mournful look flashed across the rattan demon's eyes.

The round head rubbed hard on Feng Qingyu's arm, and then resolutely left Feng Qingyu's arm and rushed straight to the blood-colored giant palm!
The small body has grown as large as possible, but in front of the huge palm print, it still looks so small.

"The rattan is back!!"

Feng Qingyu called out loudly, but Teng Yao ignored it at all, insisting on resisting the big bloody palm with her small body.

The giant palm has not yet fallen, and the extremely tough body of the rattan demon has already begun to explode.

When the emerald green blood flowed out, Feng Qingyu's anger was completely aroused!
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