"Sister, you said that guy won't have anything to do?" Shang Xiuxun asked with a little worry, holding Xiaoxiang's cheek.

"What do you think?" Chen Luoyan, who was so snow-clad in white, smiled slightly and asked back.

"Of course it's okay." Shang Xiuxun suddenly laughed and said, "I'm so stupid!"

"He may not be able to come back to see this good show tonight." Chen Luoyan sighed slightly and said, "He has put a lot of effort into the arrangement, but he can't feel it personally. It's a pity for him."

"It's okay." Shang Xiuxun came back to comfort Chen Luoyan and said, "It's okay if we tell him! Let's try to be shorter, so that the guy who lost his soul as soon as he saw the little fairy and ran away with a hook is anxious, hehe! However, if his sister comes, he must be a big pervert who doesn't care about these things."

"Sister, is that big pervert treating you?" Chen Luoyan suddenly asked with a strange smile.

"Then... that? No, no! Sister, we have nothing to do!" Shang Xiuxun replied with a little panic and shyness. After a long time, she secretly glanced at Chen Luoyan and asked in a low voice: "Where are you, sister?"

"Except for the two real wives of Zhenzhen and Su Su." Chen Luoyan shook her head and said, "He is the same to us."

The blood pool hell suddenly burst into pieces, turning into pieces of red, radiating everywhere.

The large and small remnants of red blood had not had time to fly out, and the demon's true energy had already swallowed it up wildly, turning into purple-black giant balls, slamming down Qu Ao's head, and a faint black meaning emerged in her eyes. The black light was in shape, and the heaven and earth seemed to be dark.

The two blades of the demon were intercepted and intercepted the golden claw that could tear the sky. The black light and the golden light on it could not stand together.

A trace of blood oozed down from Xu Ziling's mouth, but his body was twisted like a wheel. He had a single palm connected with Qu Ao, his body reversed its limit, his feet were like scorpions, and he slammed heavily from behind on Qu Ao's head. The moon in the well with his other hand turned into a golden blade, and slashed extremely slowly on the arm where Qu Ao and him were approached.

Qu Ao felt that the hand that attacked the witch stinged to the bone. It took so many years, and no one could pierce his body-protecting true energy, but now his most proud, fastest and strongest golden claw was intercepted and stabbed. This was simply unimaginable. When did there be such a young and powerful woman in the Central Plains?

However, Qu Ao didn't have time to think about it now, so he interrupted Xu Ziling's strange playing style.

Xu Ziling shook his palm. This time, he did not fight like the previous punch. At this moment, his strength disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea and disappeared into Xu Ziling's body. What made him even more painful was that the opponent who could not "Round Seven Quartets" could even attack him with all the strength to hit him on top of his head. This time, he tried his best to have the best skill.

How could he reverse his skills?

Under the moon in the well of the golden gold, the flying eagle Quao's arm guard ring cut and cut into the bones.

Qu Ao was extremely surprised. There was such a sharp sword between heaven and earth. Even his secret treasure and sword, which were not damaged by water and fire, were divided into two parts. Moreover, if it were not for this Wujin arm, his arm would have cut off the other party's monster blade.

Before Qu Ao could react, the purple-black demon energy hit hard above his head. This time, Qu Ao's tall, thin and straight body could no longer hold on, and finally bent down.

Qu Ao's seven orifices were bleeding, and his face was extremely ferocious. He kicked up with one leg and imprinted heavily on Xu Ziling's heart, causing the blood from Xu Ziling's mouth to spray out like a spring. However, his legs had not been taken back yet, and Xu Ziling's star-changing dagger stabbed a blood hole in his knees.

Xu Ziling was shaking Qu Ao's face and punched Qu Ao hard on the back of his neck with a single fist. This front and back attack made Qu Ao heart-to-heart. After shaking Xu Ziling, he couldn't help but lower his head, holding his head in both hands, and howled in pain. Xu Ziling's eyes were extremely indifferent. He gently spun his body under the guidance of the demon ribbon of Wu's body.

"I said that you know too little about yourself." Xu Ziling said lightly: "Especially weaknesses. Today, I will tell you all your weaknesses before you die."

"Don't you come and have fun?" The witch of the witch looked like a black crystal at this time. She smiled and turned to Chang Shumou, and asked softly.

Chang Shumou and Geng Ge Huer had a blue face. They never expected that the eagle on the prairie, the dignified flying eagle Qu Ao, and the number one master under Wu Zun Bi Xuan would be severely injured by the cooperation of these two people. Not only did they not have enough rescue, but they were also thrilling and suspected of being in a dream. Geng Ge Huer heard this and immediately looked at Chang Shumou, who shook his head indescribable manner.

"Want to kill me?" Qu Ao suddenly straightened his waist again, as straight as a gun. He wiped away the blood from his mouth and nose, his eyes were cold and strong, and he snorted: "It's been a long time since no one can hurt me, but just you two juniors want my life? It's a joke."

"Blood, river cart." Qu Ao suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood in his palm, and his whole body became huge as if inflating. The muscles on his body bulged rapidly, the blood tendons were exposed like worms, his eyes were like blood, and his black hair gradually turned red, without wind and automatically. After a moment, Qu Ao turned into a giant full of muscles, with red as blood.

His injured arms and knees gradually stopped bleeding, and the bulging flesh and blood sealed the wound, and it seemed that only a shallow scar was left.

"You call the name of that move every move? Damn, I'm annoyed if you're not tired!" Xu Ziling laughed and said, "The Blood River Car is a big deal. Can you scare people? Listen to me! The seventh style of the God of War Catalogue, the flames are fierce!" Xu Ziling slowly raised his right hand, and suddenly there was a small sun on it, and it was slowly expanding. The light was blazing and majestic, making people dare not look at it at all.

"Bi...Bi Xuan's...Yan Yang Gong!" Qu Ao's face changed immediately when he saw it. The shadow of death twenty years ago suddenly arose. Back then, it was this sun that burned everything, which hurt him with one blow. The invincible self that he had been facing throughout his life was knocked down by this terrifying and fierce sun.

This person can actually be Bi Xuan's Yan Yang Kung Fu? Moreover, this skill is more pure and fierce than Bi Xuan's skills back then, and more righteous and majestic! This is simply impossible. How did he store such a majestic true energy in his body? He has such skills, why didn't he use it to attack himself just now? Could it be that he is really secretly learning his martial arts?

For a moment, Qu Ao was shocked.

"What is Bi Xuan's replica Yan Yang Gong?" Xu Ziling threatened with jealousy: "I am the authentic God of War Catalogue! Aren't you so arrogant? I'm going to beat you to kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, just like you begging Bi Xuan for life!"

If there is no psychological shadow in his heart after this Qu Ao was defeated by Bi Xuan, and Xu Ziling would not believe it even if he and Wu Huan tried their best to kill Qu Ao, it might be successful, but it must be based on the situation where his side was damaged and Chang Shumou and Geng Ge Huer were unable to rescue him. Therefore, after discussing with Wu Huan, he used a method that made Qu Ao very "surprise".

After severely damaging Qu Ao, Xu Ziling used the true energy from Yang Guang's "Catalog of God of War" to calm him down.

Because he had suffered a great loss from Bi Xuan Yanyang's skills before, now when he saw the "God of War True Qi" in Xu Ziling's hand that Yang Jian had accumulated over decades to pass on to Yang Guang, it would be strange if he was not scared to pee his pants!

"Leave it to you by Chang Shumou and Geng Brother Huer." Xu Ziling was as mighty as a god under the reflection of the golden God of War's true energy. His whole body was shining with golden light, which made people unable to face it, and he also had the heart to bow down and worship. He stepped out with a big step, standing in front of Qu Ao, who had become tall and giant, and could actually look down at the flying eagle Qu Ao in front of him from a high and huge swagger. He said lightly: "Leave this out-of-date bird man to me!"

Qu Ao was in a state of chaos at this time. If he had any martial arts in the world, he would not care about it. However, what appeared was the Yanyang Technique that he was most afraid of, and the nightmare Yanyang Technique that was like that of the martial arts master Bi Xuan! This domineering and fierce true qi is precisely the nemesis of his blood-he-car true qi.

In the battle just now, because the enemy was riding, he had already injured his arm and knee. If he did not escape now, he might suffer the same kind of defeat as he had twenty years ago and even lost his life. But if he escaped, then in front of his clan members and disciples who regarded him as gods, the prestigious generals of his life would be left to waste. Now, what should he do the most?

Fight? Or escape?

His heart was in a mess.

Xu Ziling helped him choose the answer.

He pointed out with one finger, and under the golden glow, the slender finger suddenly shot out a golden light that was brighter than those glows, as it was, like a small sword, piercing Qu Ao's eyebrows.

Qu Ao swung his claws and his whole body's power exploded, forming an unparalleled blood-red ball, which bombarded Xu Ziling. He fought with the greatest strength in his body and fought with Xu Ziling. If it was still ineffective, then he would never die here because of his lifetime's reputation.

Although he is called the Grassland Eagle, he is just Qu Ao, not someone else's flying eagle.

When there is no life, when the eagle's wings are broken, and the stars in the sky fall on the ground, all reputations and things are fake. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, only oneself is the most real and the most trustworthy.

Xu Ziling's hand completely ignored the huge blood-red ball. He kept passing through it, as free as a fish swimming in blood. There was a ray of light at its tip, and its light was like gold. He lightly stabbed Qu Ao's wrist, and his other hand was drawing a circle, a round and wishful circle. After the circle was fully drawn, Qu Ao was horrified to find that the blood-red ball that he had blasted out of his greatest skill disappeared without a trace.

His skills disappeared, but the enemy's strength was there.

A very hot and extremely hot stream of hot heart spread wildly as he spread his arms, completely ignoring the obstacles of his meridians and internal breath. Wherever he passed, there was a sea of ​​blood and a mess. Qu Ao never felt the enemy's skills so clearly. Including Bi Xuan's Yanyang Technique who defeated him with one blow, he was not as crazy and domineering as this small heat stream. He almost used all his energy to protect his body, and forced the tiny golden light as silk to burst out from his shoulders with a hot blood spring.

The other party only used a trace of golden light, which almost destroyed one of his arms. If he used the hot sun behind him to blast at him... the power above could form thousands of thin threads like that. Qu Ao felt fear for the second time in his life.

In addition to the martial arts master Bi Xuan, there was also the one in front of him who was shining with golden light all over his body, as powerful as the sun in the sky.

There is nothing else between heaven and earth except for golden light.
Chapter completed!