This is what cultivating immortals is like

Hu San versus Zhao Xiayang, one burns blood and the other controls Qi.

When gods fight, mortals suffer. Although practitioners are not so exaggerated, when they fight in the Dan Bao stage and in the foundation building stage, they can only hide and walk away.

The red and white colors collided and roared, and the air flow rolled up was full of momentum, knocking everyone present to the ground repeatedly.

Fox San was brave in a moment, breaking out of the cauldron and bursting out with physical strength that was no less than that of Zhao Xiayang, but after all, he was a magic cultivator, and long-range field control was his strength. His close combat experience was far less than that of Zhao Xiayang, and he suffered defeats one after another, and the fight was quite hard. .

When Zhao Xiayang was beating up Hu San, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Chu He leading his team to break out of the siege and arrived at the center of the Dragon Trapping Formation. He smiled disdainfully and didn't care.

Without the ability to use his cultivation, even he couldn't destroy the formation eye. Why was Chu He in the foundation-building stage?

Ridiculously presumptuous!

If Chu He is willing to die for his country and risk his life to drive the magic weapon as his trump card, Zhao Xiayang doesn't mind watching another annihilation.

Chu He did have the idea of ​​​​fighting to death, but he was not the first person to die.

In front of the invisible defense, a dead soldier from Xuanyin Division took out all the flying knives in the Qiankun bag. The next second, they were swept away by the spiritual veins and turned into flying ash. Another dead soldier stepped forward. At the moment when the lightning from the spiritual veins struck, he waved his arms with residual power. Ying hit all the flying knives at the center of the formation in one breath.

The roar of fire continued.

If there is a health bar at this time, you will see -1, -1, -1... after the air curtain trembles continuously.

That's it, no more.

As the last dead soldier turned into ashes, Chu He took a deep breath. It was his turn.

At this moment, Chu He was holding a powerful crossbow in his hand. The arms and strings of the crossbow were all dark, and the arrows had a hidden edge, with a hint of cold stars.

This crossbow is called the 'Po Gang Crossbow'. It uses mana to drive the crossbow machine. The handmade crossbow arrows break air and armor with amazing penetrating power, and explode with amazing power after hitting the target.

Theoretically, this crossbow has one foot in the category of magic weapons, but not completely. Its positioning is very vague, but its power is obvious to all. Even standing still in the Baodan state and receiving a shot will break your muscles and bones.

Because ordinary monks can use it with a little training and have a good hit rate, this magic weapon that is not a magic weapon makes the monks hate it. The Emperor Ji Sect has repeatedly condemned this crossbow as harmful to Tianhe. The Xuanyin Division was forced to perform the task under pressure. I seldom carry it with me, and only show it off when facing snipers at mid-range.

"Wait a moment."

Just when Chu He was about to take action, Lu Bei rushed over, took a look at the dark crossbow arrow, and shook his head to stop Chu He's suicidal behavior.

Cannon fodder can die, but it cannot be without value.

Lu Bei was very sure that Po Gang Nu could not defeat the formation defense. Without him, his confidence came from Zhao Xiayang. Xuanyinsi knelt down three dead men, and Chu He even showed his trump card. Zhao Xiayang was still only interested in Hu San, taking his time and making it clear that he was confident.

"Your Excellency, Chu He doesn't have much time. If you have any advice, please tell me quickly." Chu He spoke quickly.

"This crossbow can deliver the final blow. It's too early now. Let's remove its sharpness first." Lu Bei raised his knife and pointed it at the invisible defense. As long as this layer of membrane was broken, there would be no barrier for the formation's eyes, so he let it go. He has all kinds of tricks.

Having said that, the four spiritual crystals that activate the formation are really big and should be worth a lot of money.

"But the third commander of Hu..."

"It doesn't matter. Your boss is a fox. It's so easy to die."

Lu Bei turned his head and saw that it was indeed the case. Zhao Xiayang treated Hu San as a sandbag and pinned him to the ground. He was 50-50 and could at least last a day and a night.

"Your Excellency is right. Chu has been taught a lesson. If I go first, I will hand over this crossbow to you." Chu He did not dare to be careless and felt sorry for his boss's suffering. He picked up the long knife on the ground and slashed it with all his physical strength. Down.

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1, -1, -1————

Lu Bei was also unambiguous. He held a black gold straight sword in his hand, his arms danced like windmills, and his base value output of 200+ in power and speed was powerful and long-lasting.

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3, -3, -3————

Zhao Xiayang, who beat up Hu San, smiled ferociously. He saw Lu Bei and Chu He's scraping attacks from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't hold back for a moment. His face darkened, he slapped Fei Hu San with his big foot, turned around and headed straight for the formation.

Water drops can penetrate the stone, and the failure to protect everything really makes the two reckless men.

Whoosh!

The red air ball blocked the road, and Hu San, with a bruised nose and swollen face, stood in front of Zhao Xiayang: "Master Zhao, the round between you and me is not over yet, please keep having fun with me!"

"The thief is looking for death."

Zhao Xiayang snorted heavily, spitting out white sword energy and piercing Hu San's eyebrows, then raised his arms, his rock-like muscles suddenly tightened, opened the way with his elbows, and hit Hu San's heart and other vital organs with a series of cannons.

In an instant, the air exploded like a ghost crying or a wolf howling, and Chu He, who was wielding a knife with brute force in the distance, was affected and staggered unavoidably.

Hu San stood in front of Lu Bei and Chu He, facing the sword energy. He gritted his teeth and raised his arms to block them. His flesh and blood flew away, and a lot of blood in his body was lost.

Before it was over, a barrage of bullets and elbows came like a storm. Fox San only lasted for five seconds before being beaten until his mind was dizzy. His muscles were uncontrollable and his strength was scattered. His whole body was floating in the air like a broken sack and was being beaten.

Bang! !

The red shadow flew at high speed and passed Chu He who was wildly wielding his sword. His heart sank. He kicked Lu Bei away without even thinking about it. He hid the Pogang Crossbow behind him and waited for Zhao Xiayang with the sword in one arm.

"How brave!"

Zhao Xiayang roared to kill, his heavy fist was wrapped in the strong wind and shattered the long knife, and then he put his five fingers together and stabbed Chu He's chest with the hand knife.

Blood spilled.

The hand knife pierced through the heart!

"Chu He!!"

Hu San flew upside down and smashed into the stone wall. Seeing Chu He being brutally stabbed through the heart, his eyes were about to burst, and he roared and rushed towards Zhao Xiayang.

"The remnants of Qinggan must be punished."

Chu He suffered from the pain of a broken chest, and his facial features were twisted and ferocious. He clasped Zhao Xiayang's arm buried in his chest with his five fingers, and held the crossbow with the other hand hidden behind him.

Driven by mana, the breaking arrows went straight towards the invisible defense at the eye of the formation.

Zhao Xiayang's face was as cold as frost, and there was only a crisp sound, and the traceless defense like air film cracked several gaps, and then, blazing fire came, swallowing him and Chu He in an instant.

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500

Boom! !

A huge fireball rose into the sky, and the shock wave swept across the entire place.

Hu San, who was flying towards him, was blown away by the airflow as fierce as thunder. He was secretly distressed and angry that he was with the wrong boss. The Qingshui Sect disciple was deafened by the blast and fell around screaming.

Lu Bei, who was the closest and was kicked away by Chu He, didn't fare well either. He fell to the side of the stone wall, raised his upper body with his arms, and gasped for hot air.

[You are attacked, and after judgment, your health after defense is -500]

Lu Bei ignored the prompt message and stared blankly at the center of the explosion. The sacrifice of a cannon fodder who could barely be considered a teammate brought him a huge shock.

What a real world!

What a tragic tough guy!

Chu He has flesh and blood...

Is it really just a set of data?

"Chu He..."

Hu San staggered to his feet and hesitated on the edge of the sea of ​​fire. His heart was filled with grief and he did not want to confirm whether Chu He still had any body left.

"Don't be sad. He wanted to drag Zhao to die with him. Mr. Zhao was so generous that he not only forgave him, but also spared a piece of him before he disappeared into ashes."

In the sea of ​​fire, Zhao Xiayang exploded with strength and overturned the ruins on his body. His hair was disheveled and he was in an extremely miserable state. Seeing that the invisible defense was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, then threw out a severed arm: "Xuan Yin Division's dog paws are almost ready. Third Commander Hu, why don’t you enjoy it while it’s hot?”

Seeing the stump under his feet, Hu San's pupils narrowed rapidly, the whites of his scarlet eyes were filled with violent light, his murderous intention aroused, the red steam around his body surged, and he punched Zhao Xiayang directly in the face.

"Zhu Qian, you are worthy of boxing!"

To prevent Hu San from attacking the formation's defense, Zhao Xiayang rushed out, his five fingers turned into claws, and received a hateful blow. He exerted his strength with his arms and gradually forced Hu San to kneel down: "You said I am a remnant of Qinggan, okay, then Please ask Mr. Qingwei of the Xuanyin Division to give me, a rebel, the gift of three bows and nine kowtows!"

Hu San growled and pushed himself up, his tightly clenched fists crackling, and his flesh and blood became a mess.

On the other side, Lu Bei also saw half of the arm thrown by Zhao Xiayang. His blood immediately rushed to his head and he sprinted to the front of the formation. He held the black-gold straight knife across his hands, the veins on his neck bulged, and the muscles in his arms squirmed and tightened. He roared and focused all his strength on the blade.

Tigers roared and dragons roared, the blade enveloped the pure white air wave and vented it on the invisible defense.

Click! !

The Wujin straight sword broke, and the invisible defense was suppressed by the last straw. It shattered and exploded like a mirror, revealing the formation eye in the center.

"The little thief is looking for death!!"