You are a cultivator of immortality, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

This pull was powerful and heavy, like a dragon swinging its tail, full of power and speed.

Clang——

Dong——

The two weapons intersected again, and there was an extremely heavy sound of golden swords clashing.

The weapons were in a stalemate, and the two also faced each other. Xing Honglong was about to say something harsh, but the old man began to have pus all over his body without martial ethics, and directly sprayed a liquid full of corruption at Xing Honglong.

Xing Honglong's face changed immediately, and his spiritual power suddenly burst out.

Boom——

The spiritual power wave burst out at the place where the two fought, and Xing Honglong directly retreated with the help of the wave, while avoiding the attack of the corrupt liquid.

The Seven Stars Axe in his hand turned into a one-handed axe again, and without a breath, he slashed the old man with several wind pressures formed by the axe blade.

The tall and thin old man also shrank into a lean appearance again, and took a few steps back casually to start unloading.

Every step was like an old tree taking root, and the ground under his feet also shattered into powder.

But the old man only took three steps to dissolve all of Xing Honglong's strength.

During this period, he even used the branches on the wooden stick to block several wind blades chopped by Xing Honglong.

Xing Honglong landed, and the old man stood still.

Then Xing Honglong laughed loudly and summoned the blood shadow again, and he was actually getting braver and braver.

"Hahahaha, cool! Come again!"

The tall and thin old man was not to be outdone. His body began to rot strangely, and then endless rotten air enveloped Xing Honglong directly, interrupting Xing Honglong's charge.

**

On the other side, the fight between the embroiderer and the short and fat poisonous old woman was very limited.

Because the old woman's poison was endless, the embroiderer was always harassed by the poison since the fight started.

Countless poisonous insects attacked from all directions, crawling, flying, drilling, hiding, ambushing, really everything.

And no matter how many poisonous creatures the embroiderer killed, there would be poisonous creatures to replenish them, and they would tirelessly surround the embroiderer.

The embroiderer's fight was quite fierce at the beginning, intending to use the advantage of her clothes and armor to engage in close combat.

At that time, she only needed to kill the old woman, and the poisonous creatures would dissipate, thus quickly establishing a victory.

However, this was just a thought, because the old woman's psychological attack directly made the embroiderer confused...

Although the old woman was chased and beaten by the embroiderer's close-range attack, she would laugh from time to time.

At the same time, various inducing words came out, making the embroiderer's pressure continue to rise.

"Little girl, look at that flying one, its poison will make the skin loose!"

The embroiderer did not dare to gamble, so she had to give up the opportunity to injure the old woman and solve the problem with a needle flying out.

She directly shot and killed the poisonous insect that showed its poisonous claws and rushed towards her.

When she looked at the old woman again, the old woman had already opened up a distance.

When she saw the embroiderer's gaze, she was not angry about the death of the poisonous insect, but just laughed strangely.

…

"Little girl, did you see that black poisonous scorpion?"

"It's called the black scorpion. It's an ordinary name, but if you are stung by it, the poison will enter your body..."

Seeing that the old woman was so serious, the embroiderer still glanced at it for a moment.

"Hehe! It's no big deal!" The old woman chuckled and told the embroiderer that the scorpion was non-toxic.

This kind of verbal play made the embroiderer's expression always highly tense.

She needed to keep paying attention to the movement of various poisonous creatures, while also chasing the old woman, and sometimes even needed to distinguish the truth from the false information.

…

"Ah, little girl, look, it's a black scorpion again. By the way, I didn't tell you what its toxicity is before?"

"This toxicity is an extremely difficult black poison. It just makes your skin black. Um-hehe, it can be eliminated in a few years!"

After saying that, she didn't even look back, and started running with her butt twisted.

The embroiderer gnashed her teeth and glared at the old woman who was running away angrily, but her movements began to change unconsciously again, and she shot the scorpion close to her with a needle.

…

In this way, although the embroiderer was constantly chasing the old woman, she was always too concerned about the words of the other party and could not make any effective attacks!

Moreover, under the interference of the old woman's words, the embroiderer's pressure continued to double, her movements began to change, and she even made some small mistakes occasionally.

The rhythm of the battle began to drift from the hands of the embroiderer and began to be gradually controlled by the old woman!

…

The embroiderer began to lose the rhythm of the battle because of the old woman's words. It seemed that the embroiderer was chasing the old woman, but the battlefield of the two was always close to the battlefield of Xing Honglong and the tall and thin old man.

The embroiderer tried to stop the short and fat old woman, but she always lost the rhythm because of the words of the other party, and finally failed.

**

The approach of the battlefield made Xing Honglong, who was fighting, still notice the embroiderer in another battlefield.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he couldn't figure out what happened to the embroiderer.

He could only vaguely hear some key words like "getting old, getting darker, getting uglier".

Although Xing Honglong didn't know what happened to the embroiderer, he roughly guessed the reason why the embroiderer was restrained by the old woman's words.

"Embroiderer, I like dark skin too. If you get old, I'll find you a rejuvenation pill. If you get ugly, I'll just marry you! Don't be afraid!"

Xing Honglong started yelling at the top of his lungs. His voice was heard far away, and even Hu Qianzhong and Luo Tianwei outside the battlefield could hear it clearly.

Because he didn't hear a response during the period, Xing Honglong even shouted three times in a row.

*****

"Hiss, what happened to Sister Xiuniang? Curious!" Luo Tianwei's eyes flickered, and she looked back frequently, with a curious look on her face.

Hu Qianzhong twitched his mouth when he heard this, and he had a deeper admiration and understanding of Xing Honglong's "stupidity".

He immediately chose to pretend not to hear it, and continued to supervise Luo Tianwei, the little girl, to build a position, so as to avoid problems with their retreat.

Another party involved - Xiu Niang.

The moment she heard the shouting, her face turned red, even to her ears, and she cursed with a little shame and anger -

"Foolish, how dare you say anything, and you even need to yell!"

Although she said so, from the expression of Xiu Niang, she was very happy.

It must be said that at this time, a straight ball is really more useful than anything else.

Although Xiu Niang was ashamed and annoyed that Xing Honglong dared to say anything, she also relieved all the psychological pressure accumulated from the previous continuous battle because of this sentence.

Then she stared at the poisonous old woman in front of her fiercely, because if it weren't for the old woman's chattering, how could Xing Honglong, that fool, say such a thing!

Three times, three consecutive social deaths, how can she be a sister in front of Luo Tianwei in the future!

****

The short and fat old woman also heard Xing Honglong's words, her figure paused, and her face froze.

"Hehehe, little girl, your husband loves you so much, you don't want to become old, short and ugly to accompany him, right?"

But she didn't give up the verbal attack easily, and chose to repeat the old trick, intending to rebuild the verbal pressure.

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