But it has tasted that Xie Zhiwei is very powerful, very cautious, and dare not launch an attack immediately.

Seeing it like this, Xie Zhiwei sighed in disappointment, and slapped it hard on its head.

The "dog" was beaten almost to the side, a little confused, and when it reacted, it was already furious. It had never suffered such a shameful humiliation before.

Xie Zhiwei stretched out his neck: "Bite here, darling."

"Dog" did as he wished, quickly and ruthlessly insisting on the tenderest part of his neck, and at the same time showing a lot of brilliance all over his body.

Everyone was stunned by his behavior, and they were about to ask him what he was doing when they suddenly exclaimed in unison.

——Xie Zhiwei took the "dog" biting his neck, crossed the sea of ​​​​fire, and rushed into the magic circle.

Time table remaining: half an hour.

Xie Zhiwei sweated on his forehead, and squeezed the "dog"'s butt hard again. The "dog" bit more fiercely, and Guanghua almost covered him from head to toe.

And the places that are not covered, such as the toes and the top of the head, are hot, and the body that has been cultivated for a hundred years is also burned with blisters. Fortunately, there is still a golden lotus body, which is not burnt.

His eyes are full of red light, like the bottom of the blood river. The same is to save Mu Qian, the difference is that there are broken walls and ruins, the pools are dry, the rockery is broken, the green halls and houses are all ruins, and the ravines and ravines are piled up to create a maze that cannot be walked out.

Xie Zhiwei could also sense the existence of wicker.

Of course, this little bit of spiritual power on the wicker could not withstand the torment of the magic circle. At this time, Mu Hao was still protecting this thing.

Thanks to his protection.

Xie Zhiwei didn't care about the pain in his body, he hurried forward with his sword, his heart beat faster and faster, and Mu Hao was getting closer and closer to him.

And his time is getting less and less.

Suddenly his feet shook, Xie Zhiwei swayed, but managed to stabilize. Then a palm wind came quickly.

Xie Zhiwei froze in his heart and instinctively avoided.

He cursed in his heart, stood with his back to the charred dead wood, raised his head and said coldly, "Get out of the way!"

Yin Cangshan, with disheveled hair, was standing beside a stone well under a rockery. There was blood on his mouth, but he still smiled grimly: "Okay, if you die obediently, I will let you go."

Chapter 134 Death Battle

Yin Cangshan seemed to have come back to his senses at this moment. His eyes were red, but he still had spirit. He moved while speaking, completely blocking Ishii.

Xie Zhiwei's eyebrows moved, and his eyes suddenly turned to the stone well.

The sense of wicker comes from here!

He slapped the Qingping sword, and the lotus leaves on the hilt of the sword burst open. Time was pressing, he didn't dare to fight, and only planned to use this wave of attacks to open Yin Cangshan, so that he could take the opportunity to go down the well.

But Yin Cangshan was not so perfunctory when he was awake. The red lotus bloomed huge petals on his body, and then wrapped around him, flicking the blue light off one by one. It hit the surrounding rocks and withered grass, the debris splashed around, and the sand and dust flew.

Yin Cangshan was pinned to the spot motionless: "Xie Zhenren, thanks to your palm, I woke up. I moved him into this well, but you were still discovered by you. It's really a master-disciple relationship. But Mu Qi My nephew has run out of oil, and it won't be long before the black and white lotus on his body is mine."

Xie Zhiwei said lightly: "Your Excellency is too early."

"Really." Yin Cangshan was satisfied, but he didn't slack at all, "I didn't want to kill you, but you lied to me and pursued you perseveringly, so I had to kill you. Huh? What's on your neck? "

Xie Zhiwei said impatiently, "Stop talking, let's fight."

Xie Zhiwei knew that he couldn't fight recklessly at this moment, Yin Cangshan was full of anger, and this array was still his home court. Even if Yin Cangshan suffered a serious loss of spiritual power at this moment, he didn't have much chance of winning.

But in this case, the eternal law of the villain dying from talking too much is completely useless. There is not so much time for Yin Cangshan to chatter.

"Okay, refreshing." Yin Cangshan stood still, but raised his hands and waved to both sides.

The next moment, Xie Zhiwei felt his feet sway, and the dark red brilliance on the surface thickened, like long-lasting blood, dark red. His toes hurt even more, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Xie Zhiwei didn't know if the toes were burnt, so he didn't bother to check it, turned the Qingping sword, the sword's edge was facing outward, and rushed towards Yin Cangshan in person. Yin Cangshan flicked his sleeves, and the red light on the ground lifted up like a miasma, instantly forming a barrier to block Xie Zhiwei.

Xie Zhiwei held a sword in one hand, and accumulated spiritual power in the other hand.

"Meow!" With a miserable cry, more white light shot out of the "dog". Xie Zhiwei seemed to be pierced by the ice blade from the neck to the chest, and it was so cold that it pierced his heart. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward, the white light and the "dog" blocked his chest, and made contact with the barrier first.

The red light immediately appeared a gap, and then scattered.

Xie Zhiwei took this opportunity to dodge in front of Yin Cangshan, raise his sword and stab, and the spiritual power of his left hand also attacked fiercely.

Yin Cangshan didn't expect Xie Zhiwei's move, and quickly dodged to the side. But it was too late, the sword edge pierced from under his ribs, and at the same time, Xie Zhiwei's palm also slashed there.

With a muffled groan, Yin Cangshan's face was twisted, and he reluctantly drew his sword with his bare hands. But the blade had just been pulled away a little, Xie Zhiwei turned his wrist and pressed it in again with another angle. Yin Cangshan opened his mouth to spurt blood, and said angrily, "Looking for death!"

He gave up drawing his sword and slapped Xie Zhiwei with his backhand. Xie Zhiwei narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to take it. The two people's hands were facing each other like this, and they each used their spiritual power to resist. The surrounding airflow kept surging, the red light in the distance churned like a sea, and the near ones also began to form thin ripples, rushing towards Xie Zhiwei.

The entire array looks like a huge vortex, and Xie Zhiwei is in the center.

Yin Cangshan grinned and smiled viciously: "Xie Zhenren, let you experience the taste of this magic circle."

"Please."

Xie Zhiwei couldn't see this, and the increasing pressure around him made him realize that it was not good. He intensified his strength, the brilliance of the Qingping Sword became cold, the lotus leaf on the hilt opened and closed, and the spiritual power flowed into Yin Cangshan's body continuously along the sword body.

Yin Cangshan's face suddenly changed: "You..."

The Qingping Sword is a soul weapon. After the spiritual power enters his body, it immediately flows into the inner palace, and then flocks to the consciousness. The golden lotus in the divine sense was originally repelled by the hostile energy, and it was not very stable. At this time, it suddenly trembled from side to side, and there was a sign that it would be pulled away by the Qingping sword at any time.

Xie Zhiwei said sternly: "Return my apprentice's things!"

"Don't think about it!" Yin Cangshan glared at Xie Zhiwei gnashing his teeth, suddenly his eyes flashed, he let go of the other hand that was holding Qingping's sword edge, and clenched a wave of anger towards Xie Zhiwei's Heavenly Spirit.

Xie Zhiwei held a sword in one hand, and fought for spiritual power in the other, and there was no third hand to block. He had no choice but to turn his head and dodge in embarrassment.

At this time, the red light in the entire formation approached him as much as possible. Xie Zhiwei secretly said that it was not good. At this moment, he increased his strength, and Honglian was finally locked by Qingping sword and floated out of Yin Cangshan along the body of the sword. He was quick-witted, quickly retracted the opposite hand, and took the red lotus into his consciousness.

But then, Yin Cangshan's two palms, one left and one right, were also photographed.

A palm landed on Xie Zhiwei's forehead, and a palm hit Xie Zhiwei's chest.

Xie Zhiwei immediately flew a few battles away, and with Jinlian around, he was not afraid of being injured. However, blood flowed from the wound on the top of his head, red light rushed over, and wrapped around him tightly, and the white light that was originally icy on his chest disappeared.

It turned out that the other palm that Yin Cangshan had just hit in a frenzy just happened to be blocked by the "dog" hanging there. "Dog" has been wronged one after another this day, each time more ruthless, and this time, it is the devil's anger that the snow raccoon clan hates most.