The Lord who use immortals as food

The strange ability that Jing Ziwang faced at that time reappeared, and Pei Ye's body turned into flowing flesh and blood, breaking away from the sword's edge.

As soon as the sword left his body, Pei Ye immediately found that the shadow in the sky no longer faded.

‘This sword can kill the mind? ’

In reality, the counterattack came comprehensively and violently.

Frost stained the corners of Ming Qitian's clothes, and ghost fire rose directly from her hair. Pei Ye's hands turned into sharp claws and dug into her heart.

At the same time, the majestic golden eyes stared into her eyes, and the supreme consciousness that covered Pei Ye and controlled Zhu Gaoyang fell on her inner lake through the power of [Quail Head].

But this time, the invincible mental control achieved nothing, and Ming Qitian was not affected at all.

She glanced back at the golden eyes, and instead of retreating, she appeared directly in Pei Ye's mind state. She stood on the lake and looked up at the slowly closing shadow in the sky.

However, the frost and flying fire had some effect, leaving some damage on the corners of her clothes and the ends of her hair. But before more damage was caused, Ming Qitian stepped forward and was already behind Pei Ye.

Raising your hand is the second sword.

It's equally exciting, but obviously not from the same Sword Book as The First Sword.

As if to target the ability of flesh and blood to flow like water, this sword was like a thousand swords, coming from all directions.

Pei Ye's body did not turn around, nor did his sharp claws that stretched forward. Instead, they melted directly, and instead grew rapidly from his shoulders to his back.

This way of surprise attack was obviously beyond Ming Qitian's expectation. She dodged sideways, and Pei Ye followed suit and pounced on her.

Hitting the sword energy surrounding him with his body, dozens of wounds opened, but they closed in an instant. His blood-stained golden eyes were indifferent, and he wanted to fight Ming Qitian closely.

The remaining thousands of sword qi behind him were watching eagerly, but Ming Qitian's left hand held the sword art and gently released it, preventing them from actually strangulating him.

At the same time, she leaned her body to avoid the attack, and a magical and graceful sword light flowed out from her right arm, penetrating Pei Ye's abdomen again.

Watching Ming Qitian use the sword must be a wonderful enjoyment, but Pei Ye had no intention of observing the outside world at this time, because his mind was also filled with waves.

Pei Ye didn't know where Ming Qitian's ability to enter the heart came from. There was no contract, no parasitism, and no [Quail Head] to build a bridge, so she just stepped in.

But that's a good thing after all, because the shadow in the sky finally has a rival.

The sword energy passed through the sky, and the shadows were wiped away one after another, and the originally airtight covering became a bit broken.

The counterattack of the shadows was equally terrifying. The black frost-like substance pierced the sky and enveloped Ming Qitian from time to time. However, when Pei Ye was worried, she could always break out of the cocoon.

There must be countless dangerous and complicated games in it, but Pei Ye couldn't understand anything. He could only see the sword aura like white snow, the shadows like dark clouds, and they were coming and going in the sky.

And the tiny white robe among them was like a graceful little crane, flying back and forth, and the shadows in the sky were wiped away from time to time, large or small.

Pei Ye held the window open and watched the battle with concern, his eyes looking straight like a prisoner waiting to be released.

He didn't expect Ming Qitian to have the upper hand. Although it was very weak, it was the first time he saw a power that could confront this ray of divine will.

Hopes rose, no wonder Zhu Gaoyang was so excited at that time - Ming Qitian, she is really a fairy.

Compared with the battle in the inner realm, the dangers of external battles are easier to distinguish.

When Pei Ye looked up, there was a trace of blood on Ming Qitian's white clothes.

The face's lips were slightly pursed, and its bright eyes were twitching. It was obvious that there was no room for error in this fight for her.

Pei Ye's eyes were glued to this face for a while, and then he glanced around, but he was shocked.

How come the dense forest before became empty?

When he looked again, he saw the wood that had been chopped into pieces, the charcoal from the fire, and the frost-covered gravel.

After verifying that many thaumaturgy techniques are useless to each other, the two sides have now entered the stage of close combat.

Ming Qitian's swordsmanship was completely "technical and close to the Tao", and her profound knowledge astonished Pei Ye. She calmly resolved many situations that made Pei Ye feel nervous and thought he was "going to suffer" with a single sword.

Those completely different swordsmanships were grafted onto her and used freely. Pei Ye came up with an inference in his mind that even he couldn't believe - at least he must have reached the state of perfection in thousands of swordsmanships to be able to do whatever he wants and do it with ease, right?

How can it be?

When Pei Ye was in disbelief, Ming Qitian's eyes were firmly locked on Pei Ye's body. The attack he had already held in his hands burst out like lightning and passed through his body. Although his flesh and bones immediately flowed away, the shadow of the sky in his mental state was still there. One line was wiped away again.

The fighting style of this Lord of the Candle World Sect is infinitely close to primitive instinct.

Perfect instinct.

He does not master any of the so-called superb skills of humans, and can instinctively use all the power in his hands to the greatest extent and with the highest efficiency.

He didn't need to know how to use the sword to see the ever-changing swordsmanship in Qitian's hands, because there was no mystery in these swordsmanship in his eyes.

It's nothing more than the way of exerting force, the trajectory of movement, the flow of true energy, the pulse of mysterious energy... Heaven and earth have already revealed all their secrets to Him.

We are at a disadvantage now because the power he has captured in this hour is far less than that of Ming Qitian. If Ming Qitian comes a few breaths later and waits for Qiongqi and the other purple-robed man to be swallowed, it may It's another scene.

Pei Ye watched for a while. Although he couldn't understand such a confrontation, he gradually discovered something strange, that is, Ming Qitian seemed to be too obsessed with "stabbing the abdomen with a sword."

In other words, she gave up other methods of attack.

There were many offensive opportunities that Pei Ye could see, but Ming Qitian let them go without any hesitation.

Can't He stab Him in the throat here? Why didn't those sword energies crush His left arm? Wait, add a sword here that can penetrate the heart!

Suddenly he found something wrong again.

Where did Qiongqi and the purple-robed man go?

It's a pity that the body's vision is not determined by him. He uses the passing vision to find... No, no need, because the majestic tiger head has already appeared behind Ming Qitian.

This is the counterattack from Xianjun.

Suppressed from mind to body, He certainly would not let himself be consumed like a frog being boiled in warm water.

There was no chance to devour him, so He ordered Qiongqi to devour the purple-robed man.

And Qiongqi, who had been parasitized for a long time, was originally his second body.

There is no hindrance to "relocation".

Countless blue light spots burst out from Pei's liquid and poured into Qiongqi's body behind him.

The will, as well as all the power absorbed during this period, returned to the tiger's body.

Now, the strength is enough.

There was also a shadow left in Pei liquid, so that when Ming Qitian turned around to face Qiongqi, he could contain him from behind.

The moment Pei Ye felt the power drain from his body, he immediately understood the immortal king's intention.

He was as alert as ever and had the same decisive judgment of the situation.

——The choice at this time is of course to turn around immediately and try to inflict as much damage on Qiongqi before the "relocation" is completed.

But...Ming Qitian?

Pei Ye watched in shock as she stabbed him with a sword, still looking calm.

Or the abdomen.

What kind of foolish decision is this? The enemy is behind! If you miss this opportunity, how can you kill Him? !

A sword penetrated the abdomen.

For the first time, Pei Ye regained his five senses, the cold and moist sword body, the breeze brought by his clothes, and the calm face so close at hand.

And Qiongqi had raised his paw behind her.

She would rather bear this claw than stab herself first?

Pei Ye suddenly suspected that he had misjudged the situation because of his vision - could he be the real killing move of the Immortal Lord?

As his thoughts turned, [Heart-Zhancing Glazed Glass] exploded.

The shadows in the mental state were cleared away with a sword, and the sky became clear again. It was as if the boulder pressing on his heart had been removed, and the real feeling of regaining control of his body made him couldn't help but flex his fingers.

Then a pool of hot blood sprinkled on her face, and the woman in front of her let out a low groan. Then her body lightened up and she was carried several feet away from the battlefield.

Pei Ye looked blankly at Qiongqi who was getting farther and farther behind him: "Why...don't fight?"

Ming Qitian turned around. The fierce battle caused a few strands of hair to fall down. She tilted her head slightly, and her voice was still as cool as water that night.

"Didn't you say in the sword talisman that you want me to save you?"