Chapter 21 Red Dust can't be relieved

The spirit god wood faked to be Mr. Jingliu, and the vast wood spirit soared straight to the sky. For a moment, the sad white fog disappeared one after another, and the earthy altar was covered with flags of various colors. The spirit god wood stood on it, looking coldly and coldly at the seven wonders in front of him.

He borrowed a few true qi and shot, forced Qi Miao out of his hiding place for a moment, raised his hand and shook his finger forward. He saw that there was no light, electricity, no air and silence on the finger. However, falling into Qi Miao's eyes, it made him awe-inspiring and shocked, as if the unknown murder had come to him.

This finger only felt that her skin was tightening. Even if the cold and true air around her body flowed quickly, it could not stop the vitality in her body from dissipating like a river tilting. She saw a layer of gray on Qimiao's face, which seemed to indicate that decadence and death were quietly approaching.

Her heart was cold, but her mind was suddenly very clear. This spiritual god Muyuan's merit belongs to wood, and what she used was her talent. At first met, she did not crack the two sides. Now the only way is to defeat the caster in front of her.

At the thought of this, Qi Miao used her power to summon the sparrow in her arms. However, she cast spells again and again, but could not wake it up. The sparrow was just quiet and did nothing to move.

Looking at the cold water sword in his hand, he only heard a trembling of the sword body, and the light blue wrapped around it also quickly faded. Qi Miaoxin screamed badly. Under the strange method of the spirit wood, his body's vitality flew away, and he even lost contact with the magic weapon.

At this time, she suddenly woke up. So far, she has finally fallen into a major crisis. She couldn't bear the rapid flow of vitality. Qi Miao fluttered and knelt on the ground on one knee.

When he raised his eyes, the spirit tree pointed his finger firmly at himself, and the strange magic on the finger seemed to firmly nail himself to the ground. Although the satin red robe on his body had torn his shirt because of his previous sword, it floated under the altar, reflecting his ferocious smile. A nobleness full of evil atmosphere.

I only heard him shout and scold, "Destroy my body and destroy my Yuangong. Today, Jingliu will definitely let you suffer to death and vent my hatred."

However, before the words were finished, there was suddenly another wave in the air. Originally, there was a loud noise in the air that was deeply shocked by the two people's fighting. This loud noise was accompanied by the inexplicable tremor of time and space, and a boundless fighting spirit stirred thousands of miles, and even the huge altar shook.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, the spirit god's feet were unstable. With the vibration of a mass of dust covering his face, his body shook for a moment and lost the seven wonderful traces in an instant. The yellow earth's face only saw a leap and avoided his finger pointing sideways.

"I still want to run!" The spirit tree was already crazy and was about to reach out and attack. Suddenly, the space behind him burst into a loud sound, and the air, which was originally empty in mid-air, suddenly broke into a big hole. One person suddenly jumped out of the broken time and space and was rushing to the spirit tree.

"Who is it?" The spirit god wood was shocked, but Qi Miao who had taken the opportunity to avoid the side was happy. It turned out that it was the stupid monk who jumped out of the broken void. He put his hands together, his face was solemn, and read Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, as if he hit the spirit god wood with a fighting mentality.

This fool is the reincarnation of the third Buddhist monk, blessed by the Bodhisattva Arhat, and is a forged King Kong. His leap fell like a thunderstone strike. However, the parasitic god is a tree trunk, but it is not harmful to this impact. In a moment, the previous transplanted in his heart Mr. Jingliu's rich fighting experience has come to mind.

He was not shocked. He leaned back and did not fall down. When he raised his foot, he kicked away the fool who hit his body. He also carried the wooden magic method and pointed to the stupid forehead with one finger.

"Ah!" The fool screamed. He had previously been cast by seven magic spells to inject the vitality of foreign objects into his body to heal his wounds. Now he feels like this law. Now he feels that it is dark in front of his eyes, and the essence of his whole body suddenly rushes out of his body. The color of life fades like a picture eroded by the wind and sun for a long day.

At the moment when he couldn't move and Qi Miao stood up to save, he saw another wave in the air. In the previously broken space-time crack, another person jumped out with a sword. This man was dressed in brown, and the sword in his hand was like black ink. He stood up straight at the spirit tree and was not afraid. It was Qin Xuehan who had previously fallen.

His eyes swept slightly, and he knew what was going on. He jumped out of the air, like a rabbit, and the long sword pointed to the chest of the spirit tree. The latter could not, so he had to temporarily let go of his stupidity and avoid the sword.

"Brother Qin, stupid, be careful not to be pointed at by him!" Qi Miao urgently reminded him.

Qin Xuehan was immediately clear. He didn't want the other party to come to come back to his senses. He attacked quickly with his sword. The sword in his hand rotated several times in the air, making the sky flow like an ink-splashing sword. Qi Miao saw that his swordsmanship was superb. Under the fierce offensive, he did not win a move, and immediately turned his hand to cut back, making the sword more majestic, which made the sent Ling Shenmu struggled to avoid and couldn't find time to fight back.

At this time, Qin Xuehan was also surprised. He had taken out a lot of momentum to quickly attack the spirit tree, but the latter's walking method was like stepping on plum blossoms, and his body method was very strange. He turned around and moved his feet. Every time he couldn't get rid of his offensive, his hands were empty, but his magic power was amazing, and the two pale green true spirit in his hand condensed. , and can stop himself from being severely cut.

The faces of the attacking and defending sides were full of fearless expressions. One side's attack was urgent, and the other side hid cleverly. Qin Xuehan saw that a sword could not break the man's hero and true spirit, quickly adjusted the tactics, and changed the vigorous chopping as a thorn after the gap, which made the offensive more rapid and fierce.

This spirit god's wooden body is graceful and beautiful. A red dance makes a floating flame. His long hair like a waterfall always looks calm under Qin Xuehan's sharp attack. This person deserves to inherit the life's power and memory of the righteous leader. In addition to dancing, thousands of fighting experiences once again came to his mind. .

I only looked at him but couldn't get rid of Qin Xuehan's attack by himself. He moved his feet and turned around. He actually took the initiative to meet the fool who rushed to help the battle. He thought that this fool had no martial arts. Rely relied on his identity as a forging King Kong, he waved his big fist to help kindly, but inadvertently disrupted Qin Xuehan's attack rhythm.

The spirit tree waited at this time, but seeing that Qin Xuehan was entangled by his side by ignorance, he had no choice but to slow down the sword. He laughed, waved his hand to the fool and Qin Xuehan, and jumped out of the fore.

Qin Xuehan and the fool suffered from each other. Qin Xuehan's body was stimulated by his body. Seeing that the fool was also suffered a lot. Seeing the opportunity quickly, he pulled the fool and retreated back. He also pulled away and stood beside Qi Miao who greeted him.

I only saw that the spirit god Mu stood sideways and looked at the three people here with squinting eyes. Qin Xuehan looked at him slightly and asked Qi Miao strangely, "Zhang Xianzi, who is this man? He is so powerful that he seems to be comparable to my master..."

He took another look at the twisted and deformed face of Jiling Shenmu, who was still calm, and then asked Qi Miao, "This man's law is magnificent, but his face is so ferocious and terrible, but it is very strange..."

"hehe..." Qi Miao smiled helplessly and said, "In this life, I can't say it clearly in a few words. You can treat him as Mr. Jingliu, the former leader of the right path, or you can also regard him as the precious treasure lost in Xikunlun..."

"Oh?" Although this dilapidated person with a young face may actually be the old Mr. Jingliu, or he is the spiritual tree that has caused great waves in the world and has long lost its trace. These two contradictory statements, according to Qin Xuehan's casual personality, he did not ask deeply, but he looked at it with deep meaning. At a glance, he smiled and said, "Interesting, interesting, very interesting..."

This sounded three interesting sounds in a row, but it angered the static flow on the opposite side. He pointed again and scolded, "Where is such a rampant boy? Wait for the static flow to teach you a lesson!"

He scolded, and his heart was really angry. At this time, he showed the supreme means. His body shook. Everyone only felt that the wind did not move, the trees did not move, and the thick fog in the distance was still wandering. Although the earthy altar collapsed, it still stood there, and the body of the spirit tree suddenly saw a change and blinking. His eyes appeared in front of several people.

Everyone only felt that a huge force was suddenly coming forward. When they wanted to fight back, they were firmly bound by the true spirit of this spiritual tree. For a moment, their actions were delayed by three points.

The spirit god laughed, raised his hand to gather his breath, and suddenly hit the Qi Miaomen door.

In this blow, his mana all over his body rose and fell on Qi Miao. Suddenly, it swept over like a hurricane, and it seemed that the rocks collapsed and leaned over. When Qi Miao wanted to avoid it, his body sank and was blocked by the wood gas that hit him.

It turned out that this spirit tree hated the seven wonders the most. As soon as he took action, he wanted to kill him with all his strength. Seeing that his enemy was about to die under his palm, his face was even more ferocious and ugly, and the wholesale was scattered, which was so crazy.

However, for a moment when the wind of his palm had suddenly appeared in front of Qi Miao, Qin Xuehan's sword spirit in his hand was like splashing ink, and the thick sword spirit was like substance, and he actually turned into three inches long black snakes, holding a wind and pounced on to the spirit tree.

The spirit god wood made a sound. His memory in his consciousness was very knowledgeable. In an instant, he saw these three little snakes, which actually evoked the long-standing memories. At present, he knew that although he was a spiritual wood physique, he had to avoid the erosion of the black snake for a while. He saw a hatred on his face. He was going to hit the door of the seven wonderful faces. He waved his palm horizontally and scattered the three black snakes in an instant.