Although his personal strength is not as good as Ying Shisan's, he is also a rare strong man, and the combined attack tactics can't do anything to him!
The murderous intent showed no sign of abating.
Every time the sword is struck, a bean soldier will explode.
With waves of bean fragrance filling the air.
The strategy of making soldiers out of beans has been disintegrated.
The result was unexpected.
Hong Chen took out another handful of soybeans.
Sprinkle it vigorously.
The combined attack formation took shape again.
Danqing frowned and glanced down, immediately understanding what they wanted to do. Hongchen trapped him by scattering beans to create soldiers, and the group of puppets below cooperated with Ying Shisan to reap the masters under his command.
So hard to break!
wrong!
Danqing was once again caught in a tough battle, but he didn't want his plan to resurrect his master to be delayed, so he forced himself to calm down.
Hongchen learned to turn beans into soldiers, which can be explained by joining Nangong Ling.
But there is still one question that cannot be explained.
These bean soldiers are all strong.
But even though he scattered beans in the mortal world, his spirit and energy were not diminished in the slightest.
He didn't understand why Hong Chen suddenly betrayed Nangong Ling.
Now it feels even more wrong.
Danqing chopped a bean soldier to pieces with one sword.
The spiritual consciousness quickly covered the entire space.
I actually found a person who didn't do anything but his energy was exhausted.
“I found you!”
He turned around and swooped down towards Ying Wuji.
"Fuck! It's broken!"
Ying Wuji's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that this guy had some brains and could discover him so quickly.
The aftereffects of the mysterious mirror technique are still on his body. Even if the blood of the Celestial Race is very strong, he will eventually be unable to recover.
But now.
Everyone was caught in a fierce battle.
Danqing's men realized that the Thirteenth Master was the biggest threat and were working together to surround and kill him. Although the Thirteenth Master was not in desperate situation, he could not escape in a short period of time.
Hong Chen's real body was even weaker, and he didn't even have the courage to fight against himself.
And I can't use him to block the knife.
Because as soon as he dies, his control chain will be broken, and all the puppets under Hong Chen will be out of control, which will be an extremely terrifying thing.
"Damn it!"
Ying Wuji spat: "Brother Juanzi! Let's charge!"
You have to fight for your life once.
And what is the purpose of practicing so hard recently? Isn’t it just to practice Danqing?
Although Thirteenth Master's evaluation is still far inferior to Danqing's.
But at this juncture, can a man say no?
He stood up with his sword raised, and the bodies that fell in the chaos quickly turned into dry bones.
The flowers bloom in an instant.
Directly absorb all their remaining vitality.
His injuries were almost healed, and he swung his sword to fight against Danqing who was swooping down.
The golden light of Emperor Zhuanxu's body became brighter.
After the collision.
Both sides flew backwards like meteors.
Ying Wuji coughed up a mouthful of blood and felt his chest and abdomen churning.
The result is ok.
Danqing was also seriously injured. He broke through to the fetal transformation stage with a second-grade spiritual fetus. His weakest part was his physique. Even though he had entered the soldier realm and his swordsmanship skills were quite terrifying, he still had this shortcoming.
Fighting head-on is his only way out.
He quickly stabilized the internal energy and rushed forward again.
Danqing coughed up a mouthful of blood and walked forward with a grim smile.
The sword moves are dazzling.
Both are experts with swords.
In just a few moments, they had exchanged hundreds of attacks against each other.
Ying Wuji was slightly at a disadvantage in sword moves, but his fighting style was extremely ferocious. Several times, he was able to resolve the situation by exchanging injuries for fatal moves.
Danqing couldn't stand it anymore, and asked angrily: "For that ordinary and vulgar woman, is it worth it for you to do this? The so-called two saints of Li country, I can't stand this!"
He had many questions in his mind.
But he only cared about this, and he didn't even want to ask how Hong Chen was controlled by Ying Wuji.
Ying Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm: "An ordinary and vulgar woman has never thought of harming anyone! On the contrary, people like you who are full of talk about the prosperous times have harmed one after another!
I have never considered myself a saint!
I only know that if a bright future requires the lives of innocent people, that person deserves to die!
You keep saying that Senior Qingyi is the only one who is compassionate and sympathetic, and is the only true saint in the world, so you want her to return to the world.
But everything you do goes against what Senior Qingyi said.
Is what you want true saint?
What you want is nothing more than a giant baby's morbid attachment to his backer."
"nonsense!"
Danqing was furious: "I was clearly trying to fulfill my master's last wish!"
Ying Wuji sneered: "Do you smell your fart yourself?"
There is no point in talking more.
The two men fought again.
Ying Wuji’s idea is very simple.
This kind of juncture.
You have to believe in the Thirteenth Master.
I believe that if he cooperates with Hongchen's men, he can wipe out all of Danqing's men.
Then they joined forces to kill Danqing!
What you need to do.
Just hold on here in Danqing.
But just then.
He suddenly felt dizzy, and countless distracting thoughts flooded into his mind. The influence of the ego's rules expanded to its maximum in an instant.
The sword move slowed down for a moment.
I can only block hastily.
A heavy blow.
Ying Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards from the sky.
When he was about to fall to the ground, he was suddenly caught by a warm body.
Mi Xingli asked anxiously: "Brother Ying, are you okay?"
"What's going on?"
Ying Wuji endured the severe pain and looked around quickly.
The shadow of my own self was no longer on the cushion. I didn't know when it flew into the sky and hid among the many rules.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
