The blood-colored light in his eyes flashed, and Luo Yunxiao’s eyes showed a chill.
A group of [Ming Yin Sheng Yan] suddenly sprang up.
Boom!
The flame collided with the machete.
The machete was repelled by the heat wave, all the blood on Jingyuan’s face faded, and his body was shaky.
But he doesn’t seem to feel the pain or the threat of death.
Swallowing the sweetness in his mouth, he suddenly rose up from the ground and attacked Luo Yunxiao again.
The kind eyes swept across Mu Yan, who was closely guarded by Luo Yunxiao.
It is rumored that the host body who has experienced the robbery of the world is heartless, has no love and no desire, and hates everything in the world.
Luo Yunxiao’s ability to fuse with the world-destroying half-soul will only be more cold-blooded and ruthless than the ordinary human body.
But the man in front of him was actually protecting Jun Muyan.
The world-destroying demon has something to protect, and the invincible demon has a fatal weakness.
What a lot of fun!
The corners of Ci En’s mouth slowly evoked a cold smile.
His hands were sealed again, but this time it was not attacking Luo Yunxiao.
Instead, he aimed directly at Muyan.
Sure enough, the next moment, Ci En saw Luo Yunxiao blocking Muyan in an instant.
This time, the spell cage was not burned, but all fell on him.
Rao is because of Luo Yunxiao’s strength, and at this moment, he finally couldn’t hold back a mouthful of blood.
And Jingyuan’s Blood Moon Scimitar, once again wrapped in a powerful force, slashed to the top of Luo Yunxiao’s head.
“Little Master!”
Muyan transforms into the Seven Absolute Swords, and with a flash, she is about to rush up to block Jingyuan’s attack.
But her movements suddenly stopped in place, her eyes slightly widened.
The fire of the red lotus bloomed in the already dilapidated palace.
A flame burst into the air in the form of a bird.
The long knife surrounded by red flames slashed down into the air, blocking Jingyuan’s machete at the critical moment.
Red Lotus Seizure Sword!
The Unforgettable Flame!
It was just an attack by a Xuanxian swordsman.
But such a small attack was too heavy for him to resist.
Jing Yuan’s body trembled violently, as if something shattered and overflowed in his eyes.
The machete in my hand can barely hold.
He raised his blood-red eyes to look at the slowly descending figure in front of him.
A hoarse voice overflowed from the lips and teeth: “Yu…mo…”
Leng Yumo!
Fourth Senior Sister Leng Yumo appeared at such a moment.
Mu Yan was relieved, her knees were weak, and she almost fell.
Just saved Li Weiyan, she has exhausted all the immortal power in her body.
The only divine power left now, she has to keep it well…
Muyan looked coldly at Master Ci En, and plucked the strings with her fingertips.
The gentle music sounded in the hall, but it was so hidden and quiet that almost no one noticed.
……
Leng Yumo’s eyes are also a little red. These days, she has been traveling in the Western Wasteland day and night, looking for the whereabouts of the little monk.
I don’t know how many days I haven’t slept well.
But even if he is haggard, he is far from the Jingyuan in front of him.
Leng Yumo looked at the man who was full of evil spirits and looked like a madman, but he was as thin as a wood. He almost didn’t dare to recognize that this was his little monk.
“Little monk, do you want to kill my little uncle?” The red lotus seizing sword in Leng Yumo’s hand hung down and whispered, “In order to avenge your master and brother?”
Jing Yuan lowered his eyebrows and did not speak.
The machete has disappeared, and now the cassock on his body is tattered.
The body is covered with Xue Ji, and the blood moon is looming on the forehead.