Chapter 292: Its Blood Is Dark Yellow

On the official road, a large piece of black smoke rolled, and the explosive carriage and poisonous horses were drowned in the black smoke.

Although the driving of driving, although the body is tall and looks majestic, the martial arts realm is low and will not work lightly. The scope of black smoke poison powder is too wide. Mo, being poisoned in it ...

Black smoke is still rolling and spreading, blocking A Mo's sight. A Mo rushed out of the black smoke and stood on the wild field on the edge of the official road. I saw several figures out of the black smoke. San ...

A Mo just wanted to identify, which figure was her lady. At this moment, the ground under her feet burst out!

A Mo jumped in his heart, and thought that there was an explosive in this place, she fell here!

A Mo jumped up, and she suddenly saw that in the dust under her, a big hand stretched out suddenly, grabbing her crotch like an iron hoop!

A Mo was shocked, too late in the air, and when he was in a hurry, he stepped on one leg and stepped on the big hand grabbing her crotch!

Big feet and big hands, in the air, collided heavy, and the dust was scattered.

A Mo felt that a mountain came like a mountain. In the air, her feet trembled, and quickly turned over and jumped through, and fell out of one foot.

Then, she saw that the dusty soil not far away, a huge figure that slammed out of the ground, was standing outside, looking at her!

Lu Qingzhu's flying fluff has already reached the realm of true gas. The moment the black smoke rolled, she walked through the clouds, from the strong black smoke, came out vertically, and fell into the official road. In the field.

Lu Qingzhu turned his head, and saw that on the official road behind him, the smoke rose around, and several figures burst out from it, scattered into everywhere.

At this moment, on the top of the tree on the side of her body, a darkened red figure flashed quickly between the treetops, and then with a few deciduous leaves, she fell lightly on her. far away.

The dark red figure, only looking at the accomplishment of light merit, is not inferior to her.

The blood monk had no phase, his hands folded, and he fell to the ground. When he saw Lu Qingzhu, he was greedy.

Lu Qingzhu not only looks beautiful, but also has a cold temperament. Compared with real people, brushes are rare in case.

The blood monk has no phase. When I saw the ink painting on the cowhide paper before, I was very looking forward to it. Now when I see a real person, it is even more difficult to hold. Finally, praised: "The woman is a master, and the poor monk is not disappointed!"

Lu Qingzhu noticed that the blood monk looked at his eyes without phase, and a disgusting suddenly floated in his heart. He pulled out the sword and flashed. "Double Eyes" "" "" "

Blood monk smiled with one hand and explored one hand, and he pulled out a heavy knife with a two -blade gap from the robe. He flashed a touch of enthusiasm in his eyes. He murmured a little affectionately: "Female, the poor monk takes you to the joy!"

"Go to your mother!" Lu Qingzhu was scolded by the phase.

Ge Qingchuan hid in a dense crown next to Guan Dao. She was shining and watched every figure from the black smoke.

Each figure rushed out, and there was another figure that quickly moved and intercepted it in the wild.

Obviously, the motivation of dirty blood magical skills is very effective, and everyone has stared at their goals.

I saw a black smoke, scattered in the wild on both sides, people who were ambush, ambush ...

But seeing a dozen figures passed, Ge Qingchuan still did not see Fan Yuanhai.

Ge Qingchuan listened to the sound of fighting around his ears, and his eyes flashed.

Fan Yuanhai is the second state of true gas. It is impossible to be poisoned in the black smoke. There is no one to see. There is only one explanation, that is, Fan Yuanhai, which is not in the four carriages at all.

Ge Qingchuan's mouth was loud.

Multiple sub -rudder was re -created. This time, she was associated with a hand -made man. Now that Fan Yuanhai is not there, it is equivalent to missing the enemy, so she can make a hand and respond to all parties to ensure that the operation is foolproof.

Ge Qingchuan stood at a high place and looked at the situation of the battle everywhere.

Blood monks have no phase and Fan Hanzhou, she is not worried.

In her opinion, the most important battle, in her opinion, is above the official way in front of the thick smoke.

Zhu Qunxiang, Lu Qingfeng, and Wang Shanshan were there with Yu Lieting, Xiao Nan, and Dang Haihong.

Six people are all realistic realms!

As soon as Ge Qingchuan moved, he was ready to join the battle over there. As long as he combined with Yu Lieting, Xiao Nan, and Party Haihong, he killed Zhu Qunxiang, Lu Qingfeng, and Wang Shanshan. The victory of this battle has been established!

Just as Ge Qingchuan, when he wanted to show his figure, he saw a rush of rushing horseshoe sounds.

Ge Qingchuan frowned.

"It seems that Fan Yuanhai is still here!"

At the moment the gunpowder exploded, Duan Rong's consciousness suddenly let go. He rolled out of the wild smoke and landed in the wild field next to the official road. Essence

Under the consciousness of Duan Rong, the shadows around him were moving, and the two people closest to him were Lu Qingzhu and Tao Yan, but in front of them, they also stood by a person. And an old farmer.

Explosives and poison powder were buried on the official road, and as soon as they emitted black smoke, someone immediately blocked them. This was obviously a premeditated and meticulous ambush with a backhand.

And the one who dared to ambush the sect's envoy and the newly promoted registered disciples could not be an ordinary bandit. In fact, who it was was already obvious.

Duan Rong almost instantly concluded in his heart that it must be someone from the Filthy Blood Sect!

Duan Rong had devoured the spirit of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, and he really knew how evil the Filthy Blood Divine Art was. Moreover, the other party organized such a large-scale ambush, obviously deliberately, to kill all of them.

Although he achieved the realm of great perfection in the inner breath realm, the sect's envoys were all in the realm of the true qi realm. His little Taoism was not enough for this group of people.

Duan Rong's mind was rolling like lightning, and he instantly clarified his strategy, which was to find ways to save his life! He had to use all means to survive in this big melee!

But if he wants to survive, he must first deal with the man who is blocking him.

The fortune teller who was blocking Duan Rong was wearing a worn-out Taoist hat, holding a hexagram banner in his left hand, a bag on his right shoulder, a beard, a thin face, and bright eyes.

The fortune teller looked at Duan Rong, chuckled, and said, "I had nothing to do just now, so I told you a hexagram. I got a Kun hexagram. The line says: Dragons fight in the wild, and their blood is dark yellow. Very bad! Little brother, from my Feng Shui acupuncture skills, this wild land is also a good place to bury people, and staying here is also a good destination!"

Duan Rong pretended to be angry and said, "You old bastard, if you have that much free time, why don't you tell yourself a hexagram? You should also be mentally prepared on the road to the underworld, right?"

Duan Rong was talking nonsense, and his consciousness had penetrated the fortune teller's Dantian. He raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: Fortunately, it's not the true Qi realm!

Duan Rong showed only the Great Perfection realm on the Selecting Talents stage, so the fortune teller that Ge Qingchuan arranged to intercept him was only at the beginning of his journey.

The fortune teller pulled out a soft sword from the bamboo pole of his hexagram banner, and then he flashed and attacked Duan Rong.

Duan Rong drew out the Minghong sword, which was dark in color, without any flashing cold light, but only a black shadow swaying around, blocking all the complicated and dense sword moves that the fortune teller performed around him.

Duan Rong had already reached the Great Perfection realm, so it was no problem for him to deal with the fortune teller who had just entered the realm.

While dealing with the battle in front of him, Duan Rong used his external consciousness to cover and explore the surrounding environment.

There were two more battles around him, one between Lu Qingzhu and the blood monk, and the other between Tao Rong and the old farmer.

Duan Rong investigated and found that both sides were fighting evenly. Even if he used his spiritual sense to investigate, it was difficult to tell who would win.

In fact, it was not difficult for Duan Rong to kill the fortune teller in front of him, with his state of great perfection in the inner breath realm and many means, but he was thinking of a foolproof way to escape.

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly noticed that there was a dilapidated temple at the edge of the dense forest not far from him.

Duan Rong's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of a good strategy to escape and advance or retreat.

However, the dilapidated temple seemed not far from the place where Lu Qingzhu and the blood monk were fighting. If they went there, they would definitely see it.

It doesn't matter if they see it! The two of them were fighting a life-and-death battle, so how could they care about him?

The fortune teller's soft sword had complicated and dense sword shadows, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, but this kid named Duan Rong avoided the fake and attacked the real with every move. Under his repeated attacks, his body shape did not get messy at all!

The fortune teller was puzzled. He had begun to doubt the authenticity of the information recorded in the data.

The brown paper said that this kid named Duan Rong was only at the Great Perfection Realm. After a fierce attack, he was almost certain that this kid was like himself and had advanced to the subtle level.

Either the information collection was wrong, or this kid had recently made a breakthrough!

At this moment, the fortune teller saw that the soft sword attack could not be successful, and suddenly reached into the saddlebag hanging on his shoulder and grabbed it. Several flying knives burst out!

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one look!

Duan Rong pretended to dodge, and his body jumped, and he performed the Cloud Snake Step, running wildly towards the edge of the dense forest and the direction of the ruined temple...

"Little thief, can you escape from my hands?"

The fortune teller showed his body and chased Duan Rong. While chasing, the flying knives in his hand flashed with his body, and shot at Duan Rong one by one.

Duan Rong controlled his body and kept a distance from the fortune teller.

Duan Rong knew that if he ran a little further, he would be within the visual distance of Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk. He turned his footsteps and made a circle. He wanted to stay away from the melee between Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk to avoid being affected by them.

After Duan Rong jumped out of a tall poplar tree, he saw Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk fighting, but the position he chose to dodge was a full four or five feet away from the two.

The moment Duan Rong flashed, both of them saw him, as well as the fortune teller who followed him to shoot flying knives.

Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk were fighting fiercely, so how could they have the mood to care about what was happening here?

The fortune teller flashed out from the poplar tree, glanced at Lu Qingzhu and the blood monk Wuxiang in the distance, was slightly stunned, and then kept chasing Duan Rong...

The fortune teller's flying knives kept flying behind him, harassing from all directions. Duan Rong held the Minghong Knife in his hand, as if he had eyes behind his head, clang-dang-dang, and knocked them all down, and his body did not slow down!

The fortune teller chased after him, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious. "Does this kid have the ability to locate the location by sound?"

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly turned his footsteps and jumped into the ruined temple at the edge of the dense forest.

The corner of the ruined temple collapsed, and the gate was rotten. I don't know how many years it has been broken.

The fortune teller's heart jumped and he immediately chased after him. If he lost, his bloody magic skills would be ruined!

Seeing that he was only half a foot away from the temple gate, the fortune teller stretched out his hand, first several flying knives, cold light, shot into the temple gate, and then he used the sword shadow to protect himself, and then jumped into the ruined temple.

As soon as the fortune teller jumped into the temple, he saw a black shadow flash beside him. Duan Rong had been hiding there and attacked with a knife.

The fortune teller used the sword shadow to protect himself and then resisted, but when he heard a crisp sound, the sword in his hand flew backwards, and at the moment of the exchange of weapons, his knuckles had been shattered, and blood mixed with rotten flesh covered his palms.

Duan Rong was now unreserved and his realm was fully revealed!

The fortune teller was shocked and retreated violently. As he retreated violently, three flying knives shot at Duan Rong at the same time!

Duan Rong chuckled, reached out and caught the three flying knives in his hand. Almost at the same time, his body flashed, and the plum blossom afterimage bloomed beside his hand, and three flying knives burst out!

The fortune teller was shocked and dodged sideways, but he only dodged one. The other two flying knives passed through his shoulder and right arm, leaving two large blood holes.

But at this moment, blood lines were seen running through the big blood holes on the fortune teller's body, entangled and wriggling like leeches...

The two big blood holes on the fortune teller's body had recovered in half a breath.

"Dirty Blood Magic?" Although Duan Rong had known about it for a long time, he was still horrified when he saw the terrifying healing effect of the Dirty Blood Magic with his own eyes.

The fortune teller was pale and sweaty. He looked at Duan Rong with fear and said tentatively: "The Dirty Blood Magic of our sect can not only bring back the dead, but also increase life span. If you practice it for many years, there are many magical things. Boy, if you want to join our sect, I can introduce you!"

He knew that he was not Duan Rong's opponent. At this time, he used the strange healing effect of the Dirty Blood Magic to seduce Duan Rong. If this person was tempted, he would have a chance to survive.

While seduce Duan Rong, he cursed Ge Qingchuan in his heart. This kid knocked his weapon away with one knife, which was at least the realm of great perfection. I don't know how she collected her information? Isn't this harming me?

Duan Rong looked at him, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. "I have intensive phobia. When I see the blood lines that wriggle like leeches, I want to vomit!"

"Intensive phobia?!" This was the first time the fortune teller heard this word, but when he was practicing, he sometimes wanted to vomit when he saw those wriggling blood lines.

"Old bastard, didn't you tell me that I want her blood? I'll show you who it is today, whose blood is yellow?"

Duan Rong said, and he had already leaped up, as fast as lightning, holding a knife to slash at the fortune teller!

Duan Rong's knife has already shown his realm, and he is sure that the old charlatan will die!

The fortune teller saw that he couldn't avoid Duan Rong's knife at all, and suddenly his eyebrows jumped, and blood lines burst out all over his body instantly!

The blood lines were like living things, and the moment they burst out, they gathered and intertwined, trying to block Duan Rong's knife!

Duan Rong's knife was obviously powerful, and the blood lines that gathered instantly collapsed, but Duan Rong's knife momentum still stagnated slightly before he slashed again!

The fortune teller took advantage of the stagnation to quickly sideways and avoid the vital points, but Duan Rong's knife still cut off a large piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder, and blood oozed out, staining half of his Taoist robe red.

The fortune teller was panting heavily, but he didn't dare to use the Dirty Blood Divine Art to heal his wounds. This time the wound was too big, and the healing consumed too much power. He had to save the Dirty Blood Divine Art to block Duan Rong's killing move to save his life!

Duan Rong looked at the fortune teller who was half covered in blood and sneered: "Old charlatan, your Dirty Blood Divine Art, you haven't even achieved the first level!"

The fortune teller's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that this kid actually knew so much about the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

Duan Rong certainly knew about the Dirty Blood Divine Art. Just now, he used a knife to disperse the blood threads that gathered, but the blood threads only offset about 10% of his power. It was too weak!

Duan Rong had already attacked again with a knife. The fortune teller's face became paler. He had no weapons, so he had to dodge while shooting at Duan Rong with a flying knife, and quickly flashed to the temple gate...

He didn't want to be trapped to death in the ruined temple.

But as soon as he walked to the middle of the ruined temple, his whole body was cut off by Duan Rong's lazy waist...

But there was no drop of blood in his cut body, but blood lines were dancing...

Just as he ran to the temple gate, the blood threads gathered and blocked Duan Rong's knife several times.

And the blood in his body had been drained because of the excessive activation of the Dirty Blood Divine Art...

His upper body flew up and fell at the temple gate. He still wanted to crawl out, but Duan Rong took a big step and stabbed him in the back of the head with a knife, nailing him to the ground...