While Ah Qing and Xue Ruyi were still talking, a sound suddenly came from behind the curtain of the carriage.

"I'll go out for a while, don't let you two get close, let alone let's know that there is no one in the car."

“Hey?”

"Owner!"

As a first-class master, A Qing and Xue Ruyi, who had stepped into the ranks of top masters, quickly turned their heads, but they only saw a gray afterimage sweeping towards the darkness where the moonlight was not enough. After a moment, their eyes could no longer catch up.

Ah Qing said: "The master is going to help her master. Then I will guard the inner circle. Sister Ruyi, you go to the outer circle."

Xue Ruyi shook her head.

Ah Qing: "Or I'll go to the outer circle? But I'm not as good as you."

Xue Ruyi still shook her head: "That's all. At this moment, no matter what we do, it is a flaw. Only by not doing it can we be impeccable.

But in the same way, no matter what we do, life and death are no longer something we can control.”

Ah Qing thought it made sense, so she stopped talking.

Under the moonlight, on the mountain road beside the green cliff, a carriage is tied to a huge rock, and there are the mountains that block the view in the distance...

Among the thousands of mountains.

The earth seemed to shake.

All the fallen leaves trembled again.

The fallen leaves are like a knife, twisted from the thousand hands behind the candle dragon and shot out.

This Qianye cooperated with the sword of the Palace Master of the Jile Palace, and seemed to be thousands of troops following the general to fight.

But Xia Ji was just standing there. He saw that the other party's plan was a method of consuming talismans.

After all, whether it is Zhulong or the Lord of the Palace of Jile Palace, after the first wave of hard-to-hardness, he has completely understood what monster he is facing.

On weekdays, one is the person behind the scenes who are hidden deeply, and the other is the mysterious Palace Master of the Western Paradise and the leader of the assassin. His strength has long reached its extraordinary and unfathomable.

The two of them never even thought that there was someone in this area that could make them two-on-one, and it was still so difficult.

But after accepting the reality, the tactics of the two also adjusted accordingly.

Guerrilla, consumption, will never be hard against hard.

The Lord of the Palace of Jile Palace is good at body skills, planning momentum, and killing one blow, so he pulls out the afterimage when he advances and retreats, and can barely avoid the attack in the Xia Ji embroidery barrier. Even if he makes a mistake, Zhulong still makes up for it with Qianye, who is the Thousand Hands of the Thousand Hands of the Putu.

In the moonlight.

In the canyon.

Emperor Yan Luo and Zhulong were nearly 1,000 meters apart, and both of them were still moving.

Only the Lord of the Palace of Paradise in the middle was cutting in like lightning, cutting out again and again, trying to find gaps again and again and raid.

The picture seemed to freeze for a moment.

But at some point, Xia Ji stopped using talismans. Nine talismans were lined up and hung behind him.

He turned and began to manipulate the wind, leaves, and dust in the embroidery barrier, and brewed attacks.

The three of them are changing their ideas at any time, and their tactics are changing at any time.

If someone else was present, I would be shocked to kneel down on the ground when I saw this extraordinary fight.

Because, this has long gone beyond the scope of ordinary battles in the world.

Consumption is no longer working.

The three of them seemed a little tired of this tug-of-war.

Look at the night, it’s midnight.

It seems like there is a heart-to-heart relationship.

This thought.

The eyes of the Lord of the Palace Palace were covered with blood, and a stream of red blood oozed out of the corners of his lips. As soon as the blood came out, it turned into scarlet steam on his upturned lips, scattered into mid-air...

He took a step forward, and his figure showed many overlapping afterimages.

Zhulong's face was pale, he folded his hands together and shouted "Seeing the World" in a low voice!

A wonderful Buddha shadow rose behind him.

The Buddha's shadow slowly rises, but his eyes are closed, and he is so compassionate that he cannot bear to see the sufferings of the world.

Xia Ji dispersed his hands and removed all the true energy attached to the fallen leaves.

The three of them were all very expensive in the fight just now. After all, they used mysterious skills and secret martial arts. They had already decided how many times they had won and lost against others...

Sometimes human power is exhausted, even extraordinary.

This tacit understanding lies in Zhulong. The Lord of the Palace of Jile Palace finally felt that he needed to carry out the strongest attack, otherwise... even if he wanted to use it later, he would not be able to use it because of insufficient true energy.

This kind of success or failure is unwilling to accept it.

So, they must do their best to use the strongest blow at this time.

They also had almost touched the moves of Emperor Yan Luo.

This attack has the possibility of victory, and you can do it as long as you break through his talisman array.

The sword of bliss condenses all the power at the tip of the knife. The Thousand-Handed Formation of Observing the World will condense the real Tangmen hidden weapons and shoot them out with a thousand exquisite techniques, rather than falling leaves.

The hidden iron flow and that knife will condense all the explosions at one point.

This point will break through the talisman array, and leave the rest to God at the opposite point.

Another thought.

Emperor Yama was like a ball of gray and gold flame. His hands had already been withdrawn, and only half a millimeter of fallen leaves fell in the sky.

When the third thought...

Emperor Yan Luo suddenly folded his hands together and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

In the distance, Zhulong felt something. He looked up and felt a sense of inexplicable familiarity.

The Lord of the Palace of Paradise is walking step by step, and every step is a more and more afterimage superimposed, which is a kind of extreme tranquility brewing.

The fourth and fifth thoughts...

The sixth time of reciting.

Xia Ji suddenly opened up a terrifying barrier. Above the barrier was the extremely faint Buddha shadow rising from behind him.

Buddha's shadow, closes his eyes, is compassionate, and does not observe the sufferings of the world.

Zhulong's pupils opened, and his mouth couldn't help but open slightly, revealing a strange shock.

This is a truly unimaginable shock...

Observe the world?!

What's going on?

How could Emperor Yan Luo have this mysterious skill?

This is simply a mystery!

Seeing this scene, he was full of confusion and almost shook his mind, but he was also very awesome. He quickly restrained himself, stopped thinking, and devoted himself to it.

The next moment is the time to decide the outcome.

The world is quiet.

The moonlight is peaceful.

The fallen leaves all over the sky are like frozen in time.

Only three people who were brewing with extreme tranquility and destruction were left.

Tenth recitation...

For ordinary people, no matter how many times they recite, only a second has passed.

And in this second of the kung fu.

These three people are truly thinking and doing things.

But even these three people felt a little uncomfortable and very uncomfortable.

Except for the first-hand confrontation they had just met, they had never been like this.

Because, exerting strength in thoughts is extremely consuming true energy.

With the mysterious skill, coupled with the sense of time that surpasses ordinary people's speed, even Xia Ji feels that his power is being quickly taken away.

Both sides want to end the fight in the next moment.

The eleventh thought...

"Seeing the world."

The Buddha shadow behind Zhulong opened his eyes, with great majesty in his eyes, and his hands were folded together, and all the hidden weapons behind him floated up and turned into a beam of iron light, shooting straight towards Xia Ji.

Following this iron light is a red shadow with extremely evil spirits.

The Lord of the Palace of Paradise obviously burned something. Every pore of his body was rapidly flowing out blood red steam, wisps, turning into ethereal smoke.

He had already thrown one of the two long knives.

The only handful of remaining was surrounded by boiling blood, pointing directly to the emperor of Yan Luo at the entrance of the canyon!!

And Emperor Yan Luo also moved.

The Buddha shadow overlooking the world above his head suddenly opened his eyes and confronted the tit-for-tat behind Zhulong.

Each talisman is given special power.

Hurry!!
Chapter completed!