Heavenly God Mnemonic

Zhuang Quan seemed to be jealous of this sword. After all, evil spirits and evil bodies are most afraid of masculinity and righteousness, and karma fire is just a few rare yang energy in the world.

Zhuang Quan raised his hand, a large amount of black energy gushing out of his body, condensing a finger above his head, and igniting the karma fire.

It is Zhuang Quan's unique knowledge during his lifetime-a finger of mountains and rivers!

It's just that all the power has been transformed from true essence into black energy, revealing a wave of evil energy, which makes the heart palpitating.

"boom!"

A black finger hit the fire, blocking the sword aura for a moment, and then exploded. The scarlet sword aura went forward and shot in.

Zhuang Quan's chest was pierced by sword energy again, exploding a lot of black energy.

Yang Qingxuan went up with a sword.

Zi Yuan's exclamation came and said: "Don't touch that black air!"

Yang Qingxuan's footsteps stagnated, and the black air erupting from Zhuang Quan's chest continued to spread, pressing it to all sides, he frowned, and shouted, "Disperse!" He also took a few steps back.

Zi Yuan said: "Once this black energy is inhaled into the body, it is even more terrifying than poison, and it is difficult to expel it."

She said suspiciously at the same time: "This is the purest power of the dark night, who is this person?"

Yang Qingxuan stared at the black energy. After Zhuang Quan was wounded with a sword by him, he exhaled a lot of black energy, then his figure swept away and flashed to the side.

"Not good! Be careful!"

Yang Qingxuan was horrified, and his figure was like a sword, no matter how bad the black energy was, he slashed away. The direction Zhuang Quan swept away was exactly the direction where the ferrymen were crowded. However, in Black Qi, apart from his fiery eyes, the other disciples couldn't see Zhuang Quan at all.

"what!!"

Two screams came, and the body of the black Qi flashed, and the two disciples at the front were grabbed by Zhuang Quan, and bit directly at one's neck.

"what!--"

The disciple screamed, his face instantly distorted, then his skin shrank, his eyes protruded, and his whole body became extremely pale.

The other disciple who was caught was so frightened that he was so frightened that he cried out with exhaustion, "Help me, help me!"

He also tried his best to hit Zhuang Quan's head, flattening the originally scorched head, but without any effect. After absorbing the flesh and blood of that disciple, the flat head quickly recovered.

The rest of the disciples were so frightened that their legs became weak, and they dared to step forward.

Zhuang Quan sucked his flesh and blood, and when he saw Yang Qingxuan rushing over, he threw the half-dead disciple over before he could finish sucking it.

Yang Qingxuan didn't know whether the disciple was dead, so he hurriedly put away the sword qi, gently supported the disciple with his hand, then placed it on the ground, and rushed towards Zhuang Quan.

With this delay, that Zhuang Quan's teeth had been bitten on the neck of another disciple, and at the same time the figure flew over, flying towards the other disciples of the ferryman. The black air on his body sprayed directly on several ferrymen disciples.

"what!!"

The disciples who were infested by the black air yelled "Wow" and hurriedly fled behind.

Yang Qingxuan didn't care much, so he rushed directly into the black energy, slashed towards Zhuang Quan, and shouted, "You go first!"

Hua Zhang and others were anxious and afraid. Seeing that Yang Qingxuan was fighting the monster in the black energy, they knew that they were dragging them up, so they immediately ordered: "Let's withdraw first and wait for Master Qingxuan on the front mountain."

Peer flew down not far away, and took the disciple who had been sucked blood and didn't know how to die. As long as there is hope of survival, you can't leave your companions.

Yuan Kui stared at the slaying figure in the black air, snorted coldly, and left with everyone.

"Who on earth are you? Why do you recognize me?" Yang Qingxuan's fire sword crisscrossed the black Qi, constantly cutting through the flames to disperse the black Qi.

"Let me see Ziyuan." Zhuang Quan held the disciple in both hands and kept dodge. At this moment, his head appeared from the disciple, his mouth was full of blood, and his eyes shot bright light.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback. This black face of Zhuang Quan had already recovered half of its size. If he continued like this and sucked a few more people, he was afraid that he would restore his entire body.

Together with his murderous aura, Nanming Lihuo Sword swept through the air, in a straight line, swinging the starting point of the ignition pattern, turning into a sword qi and shooting away.

Zhuang Quan hugged the man back, and at the same time stretched out his hand, constantly pinching and pointing out, hitting the sword energy.

"Boom!"

The finger force was suppressed, but it effectively blocked the sword energy.

Moreover, half of the body of the ferryman's disciple was stained with blood, and he was constantly twitching, as if he was still alive, Yang Qingxuan was also a little stubborn.

Whenever Zhuang Quan was forced into a desperate situation, he would use the body of the ferryman's disciple as a shield to block it, and forced Yang Qingxuan to accept it.

"Let me see Zi Yuan." Zhuang Quan said again.

"First reveal your identity!" Yang Qingxuan's face became colder and colder, and the disciple's convulsions were gone. I was afraid that it was almost the same as if he had not died. No more worries at the moment, the powerful sword suddenly burst, and the red lotus swayed in the air, slashing past.

Zhuang Quan threw the disciple towards Yang Qingxuan, and took advantage of the momentum to flee back.

Yang Qingxuan took the disciple and took a look. There was only a layer of skin left on his body. The blood and flesh were all sucked out, and his face looked like a layer of skin attached to the face of the skull. Only two eyes were protruding, extremely terrifying. And already died.

"Damn it!"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked and angry, and the sword intent on his body burst out and rushed to catch up.

Zhuang Quan has already escaped a thousand feet long, and the speed is not slow.

The two chased for a while, and some experienced disciples flew up in the sky, and Zhuang Quan rushed over.

Yang Qingxuan was anxious and shouted from behind: "Be careful!"

Those disciples couldn't react well, so Zhuang Quan arrested a woman, and in a flash she escaped a hundred feet away.

"Ah!" The woman just screamed, she was directly killed.

"What's the matter? Ah, wife! —" A warrior yelled in pain.

"Hurry up!"

"That thing is a man or a ghost? How is it so terrible?"

Under the horror of this group of warriors, the pot was blown up all the time.

Yang Qingxuan's face was sullen, like a sword aura, passing by their side, hurriedly chasing them.

The experienced disciples panicked and took out their weapons to catch up, but after chasing for a while, even the shadows of Yang Qingxuan and Zhuang Quan could not be seen.

"Brother Song Ji, sorrow. If a big husband is alive, why worry about being without a wife? It's just a woman, and she will be gone. When Brother Song breaks through to the heavens, there will be more girls coming upside down." Everyone saw that they couldn't catch up and had to give up. , Comforting the warrior one by one.

The warrior sighed, the sadness soon disappeared, and he nodded inaudibly.

Yang Qingxuan chased the woman madly for hundreds of miles. After Zhuang Quan sucked up the woman, he not only supplemented his physical fitness, but also recovered a lot of the body destroyed by lightning, and even his strength was significantly improved.

Yang Qingxuan was terrified. Zhuang Quan had fled from the previous embarrassment, but now he has escaped calmly. If he takes a few more people, he may not have to run away. It may be himself who will escape.

He was very anxious and speeded up again, but what made his face changed greatly is that in front of the two flying fast, a few more warriors flew up, and Zhuang Quan's eyes burst with brilliant light, and he grinned with a "hey" grin. Scream.

"Quickly go!" Yang Qingxuan yelled at the people. Under his anxiety, his face was suddenly taken aback. The people actually recognized Luo Ye and the disciples of the Wuya Sword Sect.