The Talented Doctor

Hexi smiled slightly and said: "Compared to the Sword of the Sky, I think the origin of Hanshihua is more bizarre, right? This shouldn’t be a spiritual plant that can grow on the continent of Miluo. Why don’t you tell me how you got Hanshihua? I will tell you the origin of the Slaughter Sky Sword?"

The man in the cloak flashed angrily on his face, and his mind was distracted.

The man in the cloak stepped back a few positions and looked at Wuxin with a sneer: "Grandpa, I'm bored to play with you for a while. Do you think you will really be my opponent?"

Wuxin slowly mixed the qi and blood surging inside his body, his expression was cold, and he ignored the man's words.

The man in the cloak looked at Wuxin, and then looked at Hexi behind him, and a bloodthirsty dark glow suddenly appeared in his eyes, "Since you want to die, I will fulfill you, grandpa. Anyway, I'm tired of playing..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small black flag suddenly appeared in the cloak man's chicken-foot-like hand.

He read a muttering spell, and with the spell, the flag became bigger and bigger, and it was actually higher than the man in the cloak.

The man in the cloak chuckled and touched the cold flagpole and said faintly: "Go, my baby, I haven't given you a chance to perform recently. You must be starving. But this time, I will compensate you all at once. Give you."

"You haven't tasted the taste of Yuan Ying, it's much more delicious than hundreds of Jin Dan Qi."

As he said, the cloak raised his hands, and a spiritual force penetrated into the flag banner.

The flag streamer trembled violently, and then a black shadow emerged from the flag and flew into the sky.

The black shadow became thicker and thicker, then turned into a grimace with black faces and fangs, and flew straight towards Wuxin.

In the blink of an eye, Wuxin was wrapped in the black air mass, and the grimace opened its blood basin and kept chewing on Wuxin's body.

Every time he was bitten, the unintentional breath weakened by one point, while the ghost was strong by one point.

Although Wuxin's Liankong sword kept dancing, but the speed was getting slower and slower.

Gu Liufeng gritted his teeth and said: "That should be the Soul Refining Banner."

Refining the banner of the soul, in order to devour the soul and essence of the martial artist to strengthen its evil magic weapon.

The man in the cloak laughed and said, "Don't worry, when that kid is swallowed, it's your turn next."

As he said, his figure shook, and his chicken-claw-like hands suddenly turned into ghost claws, and he grabbed them toward Hexi.

"Bang—" There was a loud noise, and the black air enveloping the unintentional suddenly dissipated. Even the ghost face was overturned ten meters away, falling to the ground and twitching constantly, even the black shadow disappeared a lot.

But Hexi only felt that he and Gu Liufeng flew back a few steps with a strong force, and it was enough to escape from the clutches of the cloak man.

Wuxin stood in front of Hexi and Gu Liufeng, one arm was broken and his whole body was scarred, as if he would fall down at any time.

"Wang... Young Master Xi, go!" Wuxin said dumbly, "I can hold him for a quarter of an hour at most!"

Hexi was startled, as if she was completely filled with blood in front of her eyes, causing waves of anger to surge in her chest.

She hates being weak, and even more hates letting people around her get hurt for her.

The man in the cloak was furious when he saw the weakness of the ghost face.

This ghost face could only be condensed with countless ghost feeding, and its strength was comparable to that of Yuan Ying's early days. Unexpectedly, that hateful kid would lose an arm and explode spiritual power, causing his ghost face to be seriously injured.

In this way, even if the souls of these boys are swallowed, it will take a while to restore their original strength.