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Chapter 20 Yin and Yang Complement

However, after all, Xue Xue is the leader among the young disciples of the Blood Clothes Sect, and his current strength is only half. The stronger Nie Wushuang becomes, the more excited he becomes.

Just like the set of blood-clothed swordsmanship he was performing now was extremely fast, suppressing all Nie Wushuang's swordsmanship. Nie Wushuang was also shocked in his heart, as if he didn't expect that this guy besides being fond of perverts, he didn't expect

His strength really shouldn't be underestimated, especially this quick sword.

Although Nie Wushuang was a little uncomfortable with this kind of fast sword at first, the fast sword is flexible and powerful, but its lethality is not strong. This is a shortcoming. And Nie Wushuang's defense is quite strong, except for the past five years.

I have been on the edge of life and death countless times, and I have practiced a few boxing and kicking skills that are good at close combat. So I am not too afraid of changes in bloody tactics.

The sight of the two people's swords and swords dazzled Li Huanling. However, Li Huanling was also a master in the realm of blood exchange. He did not confuse his vision at all. Instead, he saw some things that others did not know. For example, Nie Wushuang was using the bloody sword to hone his body skills.

In fact, this is also true. In the beginning, Nie Wushuang was not in a hurry to use his unique skills to kill the blood, but now he has practiced more than a hundred moves, and he has really not improved his body skills. Originally, body skills are one of the most difficult magical powers for practitioners to master.

1. How can it be so easy to make progress?

"Is this all you can do to bleed? Then you can die." Nie Wushuang showed an indifferent expression in front of Li Huanling for the first time. Li Huanling was stunned for a moment. Seeing Nie Wushuang at this moment, she seemed to understand that this seemed frivolous.

In other words, the cynical Wushuang brother must lack some kind of softness in his heart.

"Feel free to come over here, I'm afraid you won't succeed." Bixue is an iron-blooded warrior, so how can he be afraid of Nie Wushuang's provocation.

Nie Wushuang held the knife in both hands. The one-meter-and-a-half-meter-long black iron sword glowed with substantial black light. It was about a foot long and sharp enough to cut ordinary swords. Seeing this, Bixue also took a deep breath, knowing that Nie Wushuang was not ordinary.

As expected, the character has a unique skill.

Looking at this posture, it possesses extraordinary lethality. How dare you take a hard hit? He instantly spreads his body skills and wants to dodge. However, Nie Wushuang, who has already taken action, will let this good opportunity go. So the big sword in his hand dances like an elf, and he

His footsteps seemed to be equipped with springs. He kicked off his feet, and two 50-centimeter deep pits suddenly appeared on the extremely hard red ground.

Then the black sword light approached Bleeding in an instant, and the ghostly figure retreating from Bleeding stopped instantly. He knew that there was no way out at this moment, and the faster he retreated, the faster he would die. It was better to stop and fight openly, and maybe there would be a turning point.

The bloody long sword also lit up with a bloody sword light, and the chaotic and noisy harsh sound of "Bah, Bah" appeared in the ears of the three people. If the temperature here hadn't been as high as hundreds of degrees, the bloodshed would have brought in countless vicious beasts and poisons.

Where else can Nie Wushuang show off his power?

When the fighting stopped, Li Huanling was stunned.

"In the end, you are better. White Jade Lion and Scorpion are not going to be easy for you either, haha!" Bixue held the black iron sword inserted into his chest with his left hand, pointed at Nie Wushuang with his right hand and laughed exaggeratedly like a neurotic.

There was a very tiny purple bloody hole on Nie Wushuang's face. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. Nie Wushuang's face was ashen, but he was a little careless. He should have known that this guy was good at using poison, but he didn't expect that he was dying.

If you want to fight back, that's a white jade lion scorpion worth tens of thousands of gold, a supreme elixir that can be used to refine spirit-level elixirs.

The last moment was like this. The black sword light driven by Nie Wushuang's original Qi was invincible, but the bloody sword light was not bad at all. What the two sides competed with was the ferocity and speed of their moves. Unfortunately, Nie Wushuang's five years

Life and death finally ended with a single blow at the last moment. However, the blood broke the boat and he was willing to give up his life poisonous white jade manticore at the critical moment.

After collecting Bloody's belongings and throwing Bloody's body into a distant passage, Nie Wushuang returned to Li Huanling.

"Brother Wushuang, how are you? Your face is so ugly, it has turned purple." Hearing Li Huanling's voice, Nie Wushuang could only smile bitterly.

"You leave quickly, otherwise I won't be able to control myself and something will happen."

At this moment, Nie Wushuang was really in trouble. Countless purple lines appeared all over his body, like ghostly drawings. He knew how powerful the white jade lion and scorpion were. True energy without the realm of supernatural powers could not suppress it at all, and it could not suppress the white jade lion and scorpion.

The toxicity of the poison, hehe, without a woman's yin and yang, the person who is poisoned will surely die because of the yang poison burning his heart.

"Why should I leave? What's wrong with you? Your face is turning purple now. Please tell me quickly." Li Huanling looked panicked. After all, she was only sixteen years old. Even if she has a powerful father, she still can't.

Just a girl.

"I've been poisoned. You should have heard of the White Jade Lion and Scorpion. If you don't leave now, you will regret it later."

Just after finishing speaking, Nie Wushuang's whole body was trembling slightly. He had to sit down cross-legged and run the original Nirvana Sutra with all his strength. He was now only one mile away from the magnificent temple. Even inside that temple, Nie Wushuang had no intention of going.

Thinking, because endless charming illusions were born in Nie Wushuang's soul, a large amount of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Li Huanling, get out of here, I can't hold on anymore, I really can't hold on anymore." Nie Wushuang's hands were covered with purple lines, which looked like mysterious tattoos. Now his whole body was shaking, and his hands were tearing himself apart unconsciously.

black robe.

Li Huanling looked at Nie Wushuang's eyes, which were almost covered with purple. It was not that she didn't know the viciousness of the white jade lion scorpion, but she also knew the consequences without an antidote. She had been poisoned by a white jade lion scorpion without an antidote, and she was rescued in the end.

However, the tendons and muscles in his whole body were withered, and he completely lost the qualification to practice. Even his soul was poisonous with the white jade lion and scorpion, which was doomed to tragedy.

At this moment, Li Huanling thought a lot. On that day, there was a fake flower protector, Xiaoyue who took care of him, and Grandpa Huangtu who protected him. He was dressed in rags and had a discolored face, except for those pair of eyes that he would never forget in his life.

The black crystal clear sad eyes were worthless. For some reason, he chose to follow her. He was very mean-mouthed, but the strange thing was that she didn't hate him at all.

Li Huanling tried to contact her invincible father, but the sad thing is that this world seems to be completely isolated. What Li Huanling doesn't know is that the soul barrier of the alien war god of flames has completely cut off this alien space. How can he still contact with special means?

The power of ghosts and gods.

"If you can't hold on, don't hold on, my dear Wushuang brother."
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