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They saw, at this very moment, a trace of some strange flame suddenly appeared on Jing Yunxiao's body. The flame was continuously burning, causing Jing Yunxiao's entire person to suddenly become a large fireball.
This was not the most surprising thing.
The most surprising thing was that the flames were constantly burning the blood energy in the area.
The bloody spear that had previously been berserk was now being disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"What method is he using?" Why can you burn my blood? "
Fan Jian was dumbstruck.
Dark Demon Art.
This was the most mysterious set of the Dark Feather Palace's martial arts.
Only the core disciples of the Dark Feather Palace could have access to it.
Fan Jian had already trained for half a year, but he had only slightly touched the threshold.
But even when he touched the doorstep, the Dark Demon Art's effect on him was obvious.
This was because this Dark Magic Art used one's own powerful blood qi as a primer, which one could then draw out the blood qi from everyone within a certain radius. All the blood qi had condensed together, creating an incomparably powerful attack.
The sect had set a rule that this move was not to be used as one wished.
In the past half year, Fan Jian had only used it once.
But that time, Fan Jian had a taste of sweetness.
Because he had used this Dark Devil Arts to tie with a core disciple at the second level of the Spiritual Martial Stage in Skyfire Sect.
How difficult was it to challenge someone in The Way of Martial Arts who had a higher cultivation realm?
To be able to share the limelight with a warrior at the second level of the Spiritual Martial Stage with his strength at the first level of the Spiritual Martial Stage, that would definitely cause a lot of excitement.
This was also the reason why Fan Jian believed that Jing Yunxiao was definitely going to die just now.
But now, everything had changed.
The result he had expected did not appear. On the contrary, it seemed to be going in the opposite direction.
The blood and Qi absorbed by the Dark Devil Art continued to burn away at him, becoming thinner and thinner, and his own attacks became weaker and weaker.
Fan Jian's entire face was as ugly as a smelly ditch, it could not be any uglier.
This was the first time he was at a disadvantage.
"Wrath of the Spear King, go!"
Fan Jian originally wanted to accumulate power, but at this moment, there was no longer a force gathering at the bottom of his heart.
He flew into a rage and quickly launched his attack.
He wanted to directly give Jing Yunxiao a heavy blow before the attack was completely combusted.
However, things did not turn out as he wished.
After the Fury of the Spear King was unleashed, the closer they got to Jing Yunxiao's body, the faster the blood energy was ignited. By the time the attack landed on Jing Yunxiao's body, its power was already not even 10% of what it was before.
"Bang bang."
As if scratching an itch, the attack did not have any effect on Jing Yunxiao and completely disappeared.
"Damn it."
Fan Jian's fist fiercely smashed into the boulder behind him, directly creating a huge hole on the boulder.
"Awesome! Awesome!"
Compared to the dark and cold Fan Jian, Jing Yunxiao felt much better.
Just now, the other party had released Blood Qi. Although the other party had continuously absorbed the Blood Qi in his body, when Fan Jian's Qi touched Jing Yunxiao's body, it was immediately burnt away by the Emperor's Fire hidden in Jing Yunxiao's body. It turned into a martial arts essence and rushed into Jing Yunxiao's body, Jing Yunxiao immediately knew that this time, he did not have to fight anymore.
Immediately, he released Emperor Flame's body, allowing the Emperor Flame to quickly burn the Blood Qi. This pair not only caused the opponent's attack to self-destruct, but also nourished his own body.
It was killing two birds with one stone.
No.
He killed three birds with one stone.
Third, was to take Fan Jian's life.
"Now."
Jing Yunxiao saw the opportune moment.
Nine Serenities Stunning Steps.
Qing Feng tapped the sword.
Jing Yunxiao used a set of powerful footsteps, also using the most primitive method, transforming into a gust of wind, rushing towards the stunned Fan Jian.
"Ah!"
With a miserable scream, a slash mark appeared on Fan Jian's throat, and his body also fell down.
Fresh blood flowed uncontrollably out of the sword wound. Although Fan Jian did not die, if this continued, without stopping the blood flow, it would not take long before everyone would die.
"No, don't kill me. I beg you, don't kill me. "
Fan Jian was extremely terrified.
He seemed to have forgotten about the pain and kept begging. There was only one demon in his eyes, and that was Jing Yunxiao.
As he continued to speak and his body continued to tremble, the blood flow around the sword wound became even more violent.
"Brat, let Fan Jian go."
Leng Bao panicked and shouted.
Jing Yunxiao sneered, then, not only did he not let Fan Jian go, he even stepped on Fan Jian's heart: "Even at a time like this, you still dare to shout at me, I hate rude people the most."
"What do you want?"
Leng Bao wanted to help, but actually, he had already planned to do so when Fan Jian released the Dark Demon Art.
But Mu Shishi had been staring at him the entire time, so the moment he made a move, Mu Shishi would definitely do the same. She would stop him and let him have no chance to make a move, in this regard, Leng Bao had no choice but to give up on acting recklessly.
"Give me my sword."
Jing Yunxiao said resolutely.
Actually, as long as he used a bit more strength in his hands, he could have just killed Fan Jian. However, he did not do so, for the sake of now.
"Let them go first. As long as you let them go, I'll immediately return your sword to you."
Leng Bao compromised very quickly.
Even if he wasted even a little more time, it would be enough to kill Fan Jian.
Using a useless broken sword to exchange for Fan Jian's life was naturally worth it.
"Do you take me for a three-year-old? Hand over the sword to me first, or else you won't f * cking blame me for directly tearing the tickets. "
Jing Yunxiao was not scared by Leng Bao. Instead, he returned it with an even more determined and overbearing tone.
With that said, the strength on Jing Yunxiao's legs increased.
Fan Jian struggled, the blood on the sword scar had already leaked out a little from before, to now, it was gushing out.
Leng Bao could not watch any longer, and directly threw Bing Ling's sword into the air, towards Jing Yunxiao.
Seeing that, Jing Yunxiao stomped hard on Fan Jian's chest, causing his heart to split into pieces. He himself jumped up and intercepted Bing Ling's sword in the air.
He did not want Bing Ling to suffer any more injuries.
But the moment he leaped up and caught Bing Ling's sword, Leng Bao made his move.
Leng Bao moved his body like a ghost, and instantly disappeared from where he stood. When Jing Yunxiao saw it clearly again, Leng Bao had already leaped in front of Jing Yunxiao, and threw a punch towards Jing Yunxiao's head, which was already planned.
With Mu Shishi's protection, Leng Bao could only use this kind of unexpected method.
Once Jing Yunxiao died, even if Mu Shishi wanted to protect him, she was afraid she would be unable to do anything.
? ? The content is from [Mick Read]