Legendary Pharmacist

Mo Junrong has been using the shadow-crossing swordsmanship all the time, avoiding the sword light and sword shadow and the energy bombardment, and quietly walked around behind Qiao Chen'er.

Zheng Qiu is still recovering from meditation, this is the best time to kill him.

Mo Junrong had a feeling in his heart that as long as Zheng Qiu was killed, no one in Yunxiu Continent would be able to stop him.

In the end, I can set foot on the top of this world and become the master of everything.

But just as he was about to get closer, he found Qiao Chen'er turning his head to look at him.

"Damn it, it was discovered!"

After all, Shadow Crossing Sword is not a real invisibility spell, and the Qi Jin light around it is shining brightly, which will definitely reveal clues.

"It's okay, Qiao Chen'er's cultivation base is low, I can completely kill Zheng Qiu in front of her."

Mo Junrong clenched the hand holding the sword a little more, making up his mind and starting to approach.

At this time, he saw Qiao Chen'er take out a blood-red pill and swallow it, and then took out a transparent fruit to eat.

In the blink of an eye, the girl in the Qi Yao Realm who couldn't afford to be seriously injured turned into a strong False God Realm, and the pain on her body seemed to have disappeared.

Mo Junrong's face was very ugly, of course he knew what the blood red pill was, it was the very famous Qi Sea Blood Thunder.

Zheng Qiu gave Qiao Chen'er some kind of ecstasy, and he was willing to protect him with his life, it was crazy.

Mo Junrong wanted to give up, and it was not worthwhile to fight the lunatic. Anyway, after a while, Qiao Chen'er's energy and blood would be exhausted, and she would die.

However, Zheng Qiu's back is full of endless temptation, hooking the desire to attack deep in his heart.

Opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, even if Qiao Chen'er stands in the way, I can't miss it.

Finally, Mo Junrong made up his mind, raised his sword and rushed towards Zheng Qiu's back.

The blurry shadow suddenly became clear, revealing the figure of Mo Junrong. His body was filled with the power of the golden red heaven and earth, and he rushed towards him like a shooting star.

The other party used a lore move, Qiao Chen'er knew very well what he should do, and flew forward to greet him with his sword raised.

She doesn't know swordsmanship, she only knows that when defending with a sword move, she needs to shake her wrist and wave the sword flower to block the opponent's weapon.

No matter what the sword in Mo Junrong's hand was, if the mist of Yunshan could smash it, Mo Junrong's lore move would be blocked.

"Innocent!"

Seeing Qiao Chen'er shaking out the sword flower, Mo Junrong showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he was the first to cast "Dragon Slaying Sword Art".

His figure turned into a golden-red light, swiped to the left side, and then swiped to the right side, flashing back and forth like lightning, drawing a zigzag light band in the air.

Qiao Chen'er had difficulty locking onto Mo Junrong's figure, and for a moment didn't know where to aim the magic weapon.

At this moment, the band of light suddenly rose and flew above Qiao Chen'er's head.

"Dragon kowtow!"

A ten-foot-long golden-red dragon fell from the sky, and a sharp sword in the mouth of the dragon shone with breathtaking golden light. Where the light shone, it seemed that even the air became sticky and hard to move.

Too fast, how could Mo Junrong's sword move be so fast!

The magical weapon in Qiao Chen'er's hand was still pointing forward,

There was no time to raise it, not even the head.

At this lightning moment, she instinctively felt that the tip of Mo Junrong's sword was aiming at the top of her head.

So he turned his head to the right with all his strength, trying to avoid the sword's edge.

"Close!"

The golden and red dragon in the air suddenly disappeared, and Mo Junrong's figure flashed in front of Qiao Chen'er, sweeping across the fire stone long sword.

"Dragon wagging its tail!"

A bright and dazzling light flashed past, and the disciples of the major sects who were fighting in the melee all stopped their movements and looked at the bright sword light.

Qiao Chen'er's eyes blurred, then her neck felt cold, and she completely lost consciousness in the lower part of her body.

Then her vision rose, and she saw her slowly falling body in the air, without her head.

Mo Junrong was so powerful, he still couldn't stop him.

Just when Mo Junrong bent down to grab the headless corpse, a thick rattan sprang out suddenly, dragging the corpse away in an instant.

"Rattan! Zheng Qiu woke up, he didn't die in vain."

Qiao Chen'er smiled and closed her eyes, peacefully waiting for the darkness of death to descend.

But after a while, she could still hear the exclamations around her.

Why, wasn't my head cut off by Mo Junrong, how could I still hear the sound?

I should be dead, is it an illusion?

No, the sound is too clear, this is not an illusion!

Opening her eyes, she saw Mo Junrong looking at her in astonishment not far away.

I also saw the disciples of several nearby sects opening their mouths wide open, as if they had seen something terrible.

Why I still can't feel my body, there is a warm current coming from my neck, what is going on.

Then, she found that her eyes began to turn, and she saw Zheng Qiu and the headless corpse in Zheng Qiu's arms.

Qiao Chen'er was so taken aback that she almost fainted from fright.

She finally knew what was going on, her body was held by Zheng Qiu's right arm, and her head was supported by Zheng Qiu's left hand.

My God, what is this? I was beheaded and survived.

No wonder everyone around was terrified. Whoever has seen such a weird scene, I'm afraid a lunatic would never dream of it.

There was a light green halo around Zheng Qiu's body, among which the left hand was the brightest, supporting Qiao Chen'er's head to keep her alive.

Zheng Qiu grinned at Qiao Chen'er, and said, "Good maid, I won't let you die. You will have to serve me for a hundred years to repay the money you owe me."

Hearing this, Qiao Chen'er's nose became sore, and she tried not to shed tears.

I grew up in the Palace of Destiny, but in the end it was Zheng Qiu who cared most about me. Could this be the so-called fate?

The surrounding five mountain peaks have turned into a mess, and the practitioners of all sects are amazed, shouting the words Boss Zheng frantically.

Beheading can save lives, there is nothing Boss Zheng can't do, he is the living god of Yunxiu Continent, the great savior of practitioners in the world.

On the sword platform, Zheng Qiu hugged Qiao Chen'er's head to his chest, his face quickly turned cold, and he looked at Mo Junrong with a strong killing intent.

He glanced at the disciples of the various sects around him, and suddenly roared fiercely: "Do you know what you are facing? What you are facing is a god!

I, Medicine Saint, am the God of Yunxiu Continent! "

Intense green light flickered in his eyes, divine power spewed out from the pores of his body, and the remaining sealing formation behind him instantly dissipated into green smoke.

Crack, crack, crack, all the disciples on the Zhanlongjian stage fell to their knees, the sudden oppression was extremely powerful, as if the entire Cloud Sleeve Continent was pressed onto their shoulders.

They gritted their teeth and struggled to hold on, the energy in their bodies and the flow of the power of heaven and earth were actually severely hindered.

What is this sense of oppression? It is not as magnificent as the power of heaven and earth, but pure contempt, contempt from above.

Zheng Qiu glanced at the disciples of various sects who were kneeling on the ground, raised his head and shouted at the surrounding mountains: "Give me the command of the coalition forces, or I will kill them all!"

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