Villain: I am not good at fighting.

The power of Dan Lei is not very strong, equivalent to a full-strength attack in the early stage of foundation building, but it has the special effect of restraining evil spirits and magic.

At the beginning, Liu Muqing ate a Danlei from Hongju. The bloody evil energy in his body was like a mouse seeing a cat. He instantly lost control and could not move.

Zhou Rui is now controlled by the flute sound. Liu Muqing doesn't know whether the detonator will work or not. She might as well give it a try. If it doesn't work, it won't be too late to kill him.

"Junior Sister Liu, can your formation... ahem, lend me a hand?"

After swallowing the pill, Bian He barely recovered from his injuries. The current situation was grim, with the Black Flood Dragon, the Holy Son of the Divine Dragon, and Zhou Rui who was under control.

After dodging the black dragon's attack again, Bian He remembered what Liu Muqing had said that day about the Five Elements Killing Formation, and summoned the power of the five elements of heaven and earth to help him kill the enemy.

"This……"

As an old con man, Liu Muqing didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt, but in the current situation, letting Bian He go and leaving him alone against three people... wasn't right.

"Master Bian..."

Liu Muqing had just organized her words and was about to speak when her passive consciousness suddenly captured the afterimage of Zhou Rui's punch.

Dan Lei failed to help him break free from control. Liu Muqing blocked with his sword. Zhou Rui's fist was wrapped with a water-blue ribbon and smashed hard on the Bixiao Sword.

when!

The sword was shaking, and Liu Muqing only felt a tingling sensation in her palm. She didn't know what kind of martial arts Zhou Rui was practicing, but this strike was as powerful as a thousand pounds.

Liu Muqing flew backwards uncontrollably, and before one wave of trouble came, another wave arose. The black dragon from Xuanshui suddenly gave up on Bian He, turned around and opened its bloody mouth.

"Pfft!"

The black dragon swallowed Liu Muqing, and fled into the blood pool along with the sword.

"Junior Sister Liu!"

The Five Elements Killing Formation was gone. Bian He suppressed the worry in his eyes. The Daoxuan Sutra resisted the devilish sound of the Holy Son of the Divine Dragon piercing his ears, and the wind and thunder gathered again.

"Junior Brother Zhou, if you can't wake up, don't blame me for being merciless."

"Brother Bian, I'm fine and awake, but you can go die now!"

Zhou Rui's condition was stable. After being controlled for such a long time, he had begun to regain consciousness, but now he was in the form of the Son of the Divine Dragon.

Bian He took a deep breath, and his Qi sank into his Dantian. Jingzhe rose again, and a bright white knife light flew straight towards Zhou Rui. Zhou Rui wrapped his fists with a water-blue ribbon, and the blood pool around him helped him. A blood-colored demon shadow condensed behind him.

"break!"

The twelve-character mantra of the Daoxuan Sutra exploded the blood shadow, and the sword light slashed forward. Zhou Rui did not dodge, and his water-blue fist came forward to meet the enemy.

At the critical moment, the knife flashed and lost its effect again. Zhou Rui showed a hideous smile, but the next second, his smile turned into pain.

The Holy Son of the Divine Dragon once again made the magic weapon ineffective, but it was impossible for Bian He to fall in the same place twice. Even though the magic weapon was ineffective, its sharpness was still there.

Bian He deliberately shortened the distance and slashed the water blue silk ribbon with his knife. In close combat, the sharpness of the mid-grade magic weapon broke through the defense of the water blue silk ribbon.

The hand that Zhou Rui had hit with the blade was cut in half. His expression was twisted and painful, and for a moment, Zhou Rui was free from control.

Soon he was brainwashed by the evil sound again, like a fanatical cult believer, and used his other intact hand to hit Bian He's chest hard, where it was already injured.

Bian He was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a trail of blood in the air, and fell into the blood pool with a plop. Zhou Rui used the damaged aqua blue ribbon to pull him out.

He shook off the blood stains, tied him up and dragged him in front of the Holy Son of the Dragon.

"Master, what should we do?"

The flute music gradually stopped, and the Holy Son of the Dragon looked at Zhou Rui with disgust and said coldly:

"Shut up and don't call me master. It sounds disgusting."

If it wasn't for the fact that "The Devil's Heart-Seducing Technique" was useless to Liu Muqing for some reason, he wouldn't want to manipulate this pervert who had improper thoughts about him.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhou Rui obeyed the order respectfully. The Holy Dragon Son's eyes twitched, and he pointed at the edge of the blood pool with his beautiful eyes and said:

"Get away from me."

Then he came to the seriously injured Bian He, stepped on Bian He's chest, and stimulated the injured part.

"Taixuan Dao Yun, you are indeed powerful. You are much more useful than that bitch. Don't worry, I will refine you and keep you by my side."

Long Ye had seriously injured him before, and in a rage, Long Ye's soul was shattered by him, and he lost the opportunity to refine.

"Ahem... ahem... turn... back..."

Bian He held the knife with great effort and tried to stand up, but was stepped down by the Holy Son of the Dragon again.

"What do you want to say?"

The Holy Son of the Dragon looked at him with a sneer, but Bian He did not get angry and closed his eyes quietly.

Looking back at the prosperous life, it seems like a fleeting dream, and the remaining life is left to the raging waves.

He never understood it before, but now he understands that only when a swordsman is on the verge of despair and almost dies, can he comprehend the speed of the sword and deliver the most invincible strike.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no sadness or joy in Bian He's eyes, only the domineering and unparalleled sword intent. The precious sword seemed to sense something and made a series of buzzing sounds.

The Holy Son of the Divine Dragon sensed something was wrong and tried to step on him to death, but a green sword flew out of the air and forced him to retreat.

He simply retreated back into the formation. The formation plate in the black armor's hand spun wildly. Several layers of formations rose up one after another, protecting him in the center.

"Zhou Rui, kill him!"

Zhou Rui did not move, and turned into crystal points and dissipated in the air. Bian He stood up with difficulty, with only the Holy Son of the Dragon in his eyes, his precious sword pressed on the ground, and the lightning was restrained.

The Holy Son of the Divine Dragon used all his strength to mobilize the dragon energy to interfere with Bian He's magic sword, rendering it ineffective, but... it doesn't matter.

The Taixuan Dao essence is attached to the blade. Without the spiritual power boost brought by the magic weapon, the sword can just use its original sharpness, which is equally unstoppable!

Pool of blood, wind rising.

The name of the knife, a ray of hope for life!

The knife was so fast that it was unbelievable, so fast that all the formations seemed like paper, and so fast that even with the full power of the Blood Evil Magic, it was impossible to avoid it at all.

The black flute broke into two, and the head of the Holy Son of the Divine Dragon rolled down, with deep hatred in his eyes. He hated these so-called geniuses, Bian He and Long Ye were the same.

When they are on the verge of despair, they can always burst out with power that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

The head and body of the Holy Son of the Divine Dragon exploded into a bloody mist. Bian He bled from all seven orifices and fell backwards. With a thud, he gradually fell into a coma.

He raised his head with an effort and looked in the direction of Zhou Rui, only to see a graceful figure in a black robe standing there.

"Junior Sister Liu, it's okay... That's good. I'll leave the rest to... you."

Bian He could no longer resist the tiredness and fell into a deep sleep. Liu Muqing strolled over to him and gave him a light kick, pushing him to the edge of the blood pool to prevent him from being affected by the upcoming battle.

She felt her scalp tingling after seeing Bian He's knife just now. He was not even one of the top ten geniuses. It seemed that she had underestimated those geniuses before.

"Is this the legendary Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique?"

Looking at the thick blood mist in front of her, Liu Muqing could not sense the breath of the Holy Son of the Dragon, but she was sure that the Holy Son of the Dragon was still nearby.

Because this place was covered by her formation, which prohibited earth escape, the Son of the Divine Dragon had to cross the cave behind her if he wanted to escape.

"How did you get rid of that black dragon? With your strength, you should not be its opponent."

The question of the Holy Son of the Dragon echoed in the air, vague and ethereal, and it was difficult to tell where it was.