Chapter 12 Escape

"Bang, bang, bang..." The sword spirit heard the wind, and a series of attacks mercilessly hit the scorpion. Although the two are one level different from the magic scorpion and the sword spirit, it seems that the magic scorpion is also difficult to resist under this deadly attack.

The ghost took a look at the current situation, no longer hesitate, and continued to take action on the demon feather. He knew that although the sword spirit used secret art and increased its cultivation, this secret art generally did not last long, and this kind of secret art was very harmful to its own realm. Now it is in the territory of the magic scorpion, and he can't be careless.

But Long Xiaoqi remained motionless, staring at the scorpion, as if waiting for something...

"Bang, bang..." The secret art of the sword spirit is more and more mysterious. It seems that it has endless energy, with a playful smile on its face, as if it has seen the demon scorpion as a turtle in the urn.

And the magic scorpion gradually fell into the downwind from the original upper wind. His eyes showed doubts, but he was more surprised. He never thought that his fourth-order realm of golden spirit would lose to a third-order human. Whether it is the realm or physical strength, there is a huge gap between the two.

"Old man, don't be complacent, I think you are just the end of a strong crossbow! Although I don't know what secret art you use, and I admit that your secret art is more advanced than my secret art, the antiphagocy effect after the secret art will definitely make you painful! At that time...hehe..." The demon scorpion smiled and showed his white teeth. He seemed to be more convinced that the sword spirit would fall in front of him.

The sword spirit did not speak, but continued to attack in a muffled voice. As for why the magic scorpion can understand the weakness of his secret technique so much, the sword spirit does not care at all. Since the magic scorpion has the same secret art, it must have the same consequences after casting, just big and small, more or less.

The scorpion no longer made a sound and continued to tighten the movements of his hands. Although he had just hurt the sword spirit mercilessly, this is not about himself. Perhaps, he will not suffer less than the sword spirit.

The battle between the two was very fierce, but for a while, it was also difficult to separate. However, the ghost and the demon feather are about to produce results. After all, the demon feather is a woman, not to mention that she is not good at fighting, and her experience is not a little worse than that of the ghost. Before long, I'm afraid that the demon feather will eat its own consequences, and at that time, the magic scorpion is also doomed to be in chaos.

As for the ghost, there is no expression on his face. He looks at the demon feather coldly. Even if the victory is holding, the ghost seems to be very cautious. It does not go directly to the demon feather to death, but wait for the moment when the demon feather is really defeated. At that time, he will definitely capture the demon feather without mercy. As for the magic scorpion What will happen? That's only to look at the feelings of his two demons.

However, the situation on the field is changing rapidly. Maybe it has just gained an advantage, but in an instant, it has disappeared.

In the situation of the demon feather, naturally did not escape the eyes of the demon scorpion and no longer hesitate. The demon scorpion directly roared and shook the sword spirit. In an instant, the rolling black gas gushed out from his body. However, looking at the expression of the demon scorpion, it seemed to be extremely painful. Long Xiaoqi was shocked. Is it possible that the magic scorpion would perform any secret skill?

"You must die today!" It seems that the magic scorpion has felt that he is a little exhausted, his eyes are shining, his face is more angry, his hands are dancing with the moon magic knife, and he is in an endless posture.

Today, there are only two ways to go. First, that is hard support. When the scorpion is really exhausted, he used his secret skills and will never stick to it for long. As for the second, it is to escape. If he can run one by one, it will delay a little time if he can't run away. However, in this way, one person will die under the knife of the magic scorpion, and Long Xiaoqi and others, who were originally weak, are bound to be greatly hit by this.

Since the second point doesn't work, I have to hold on. Looking at this posture, the magic scorpion is just a three-board axe. Once the fierce offensive passes, I'm afraid that even Long Xiaoqi is easy to take the life of the magic scorpion.

"Drink!" The ghost shouted loudly, and the rolling black gas rushed to the magic scorpion fiercely. Although the ghost knew that the black gas was not the opponent of the crescent magic knife, it could somehow play an obstacle.

The attack of the two obviously had a certain effect. Although it did not cause any damage to the scorpion, it obviously made the scorpion.

"Go!" At this time, Long Xiaoqi no longer waited, danced a ball of yin and yang, and quickly shot at the magic scorpion. He waited for this moment, waiting for the moment when the scorpion was distracted.

Because the air around is not clear, not to mention that the mind of the scorpion is on those two people at this time. Most importantly, the scorpion does not look up to Long Xiaoqi at all. How can a realm of yellow gas cause any damage to the scorpion in the third-order realm of golden gas?

But because of this negligence and carelessness, it almost killed the demon scorpion.

The inconspicuous yin and yang qi shot smoothly and unimpeded on the body of the scorpion. At first, the scorpion did not feel anything, but in just a moment, the scorpion suddenly did not move, as if it had been fixed.

Although I don't know what happened, the sword spirit and the ghost can probably guess that Long Xiaoqi's yin and yang qi must have played a role. They no longer hesitate to do their best to smash the demon scorpion fiercely. There is only one chance. As for whether they can grasp it or not, it depends on them.

Sure enough, the scorpion only stopped, and then returned to the situation just now. However, Long Xiaoqi attacked with yin and yang, which obviously angered the scorpion.

"Kid, go to hell..." Before the dead word was shouted, the attack of the sword spirit and the ghost had come one after another. Although the magic scorpion wanted to resist, it was obviously too late. There was nothing the magic scorpion had to resist.

The attack of the ghost is slightly secondary, using the secret sword spirit, but the real golden spirit third level, his attack can not be taken casually.

Even with the resistance of the moon magic knife, there is still golden gas exposed to the body of the magic scorpion, and a blue ** flows out along the corners of the scorpion's mouth. It seems that he has really been greatly hurt.

Suddenly, the scorpion did not move again, and then the black gas in its body flowed into the body like a retreating tide. Although Long Xiaoqi didn't understand what had happened, the faces of Jianling and Ghost showed disjoyed at the same time. What does the magic spirit retreat mean? The sword spirit and the ghost know what it means. Naturally, they step up the offensive and try to kill the demon scorpion.

"Escape!" The magic scorpion shouted a word in its mouth, and then pulled the magic feather like a fly, took out a black round object from its arms, and pinched it hard. Suddenly, the black fog covered the sight of several people. By the time the black fog dissipated, the scorpion and the demon feather had disappeared.

Although they don't know how the two demons disappeared, the three knew that it was hopeless to kill the scorpion or even the demon feather.

"Let's go! It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. What's more, I've been injured a lot this time and need to rest for a while. Looking at the outside world, Jianling did not have any nostalgia and took the lead in going out.

"Hey..." Long Xiaoqi knows that from now on, unless his realm can reach the divine level, he is destined to live a life of falling to the world.