Chapter 1425: Broken arm

Real person Qingyang felt the thorns on his back, and suddenly looked back, he was shocked, and the secret path was not good.
Shen Lang is really not a fuel-efficient lamp!
"Old dog Qingyang, where are you looking!" Old Demon Fengyue sneered, and swept away towards the real Qingyang with a mist with a demon hunting spear.
The other two Supreme elders of the Hehuan Sect also offered magic weapons and launched a fierce attack.
True person Qingyang sweated on his forehead, and was surrounded by everyone. He was forced to do nothing, and it was impossible to dodge him.
Shen Lang has already urged the Sun God bow to its extreme, and the flames from the arrows on the bowstring are radiant.
"Boom!"
The flaming arrow shot out like a cannonball, and turned into a three-legged golden crow phantom.
The red-golden fire burning on the firebird's body was dazzling, the violent heat wave swept all around, and the frozen land melted instantly.
After shooting this arrow, Shen Lang's face was slightly pale, this arrow almost emptied all the spiritual power in his body.
The Firebird Phantom had locked onto the real person Qingyang, patted the golden wings, and swept away like thunder.
Madam Qingyang's old face finally changed color. He quickly threw a green jade ruyi magic weapon, propped up a cyan light shield, and tried to withstand the firebird's blow.
"Huh, old dog Qingyang, you can't hide it!" The old demon Feng Yue gave a grin and poured his spiritual power into the demon hunting gun in his hand.
The blood of the Demon Hunter's spear rose sharply, encircling layers of blood mist, exuding a palpitating spiritual pressure.
"Devil Hunter, go!"
With a violent shout, Old Demon Feng Yue directly threw the spear in his hand.
"call out!"
The extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, the air was shaking, the spear turned into a afterimage, and a blood mist was scattered, pointing directly at the chest of the real person Qingyang.
The other two elders of the Hehuan Sect also attacked. One threw a bone knife and the magic flame shot all around, while the other flew a lotus-shaped dart, bursting out a large amount of purple arc.
All of a sudden, the four Yuan Yingji monks including Shen Lang attacked the real Qingyang from different directions at the same time.
The real person Qingyang couldn't avoid it, so he gritted his teeth and urged the green jade Ruyi to resist attacks from four directions, and the brilliance of the cyan light shield rose greatly.
Immediately after.
"Boom!"
There was a huge explosion sound, colorful brilliance soared into the sky, the surrounding soil was turned into dust, and a blade-like wind swept around.
The green jade Ruyi spurred by the real man Qingyang is the top defensive ancient treasure. He barely defended most of the attacks with the cultivation base of the late Yuan Ying.
The attacks of the two elders of Feng Yue Old Demon and Hehuan Sect were all blocked by the blue light shield, and the blue light shield also cracked a few cracks.
Only the arrow shot by Shen Lang was so powerful that it broke the cyan light shield and hit the heart of the real man Qing Yang.
"Crack!"
After the firebird broke the shield, he took the heart of Qing Yang directly.
Mortal Qingyang was covered with cold hair standing upright, and he could perceive that the firebird's power was too terrifying, and he might really destroy his body!
At the moment of the moment, the real Qingyang squirted a big gulp of blood from his mouth, forced to overdraw his spiritual power, and urged Yu Ruyi's defense with all his strength, once again spurred the Burning Sun Sword, and slashed towards the Firebird.
There was a "boom".
The blow of Qingyang Real Human's desperation once again weakened the firebird's power, but it was not enough to defeat the firebird.
The Firebird weakened from the phantom to a flaming red arrow, shifted a little bit, and plunged into the right arm of Real Person Qing Yang.
"Puff!"
The arrow pierced through the right arm of True Person Qing Yang, and his flesh and blood were burnt black.
The fierce fire spirit quickly penetrated into the body, and the real Qing Yang spit out a big mouthful of hot blood.
"what!!!"
The old man Qingyang had a distorted face and screamed sternly. He saw that his right arm was burnt after the arrow, and flames were still in the flesh, and it began to spread from the upper position of the wrist. The flesh, bones, and meridians were burned by the fire. Burning, turning into blue smoke bit by bit.
The arrow fired by the Sun God's bow contained extremely terrifying fire spiritual power, and it was difficult to suppress the injury with spiritual power. I'm afraid it won't be long before it spreads to the whole body.
Really Qingyang's eyes were about to split, and he immediately took out a blood-red pill from the storage ring, which was as warm as blood jade, exuding a strong smell and medicine fragrance.
"Ranked Nine Resurrection Pill!" Shen Lang's expression changed, and he recognized the jade-colored pill.
Nine Turns Resurrection Pill is an extremely rare spirit pill in the cultivation world, and it is also the supreme existence in high-end healing pill. This pill has a strong ability to repair the body, and can even reshape the meridians.
Even if it is fatally wounded, taking this pill has a small probability to pull the monk back from the ghost door. Taking this pill for non-fatal injuries has an even more amazing effect, which can restore all injuries within half an hour.
True Person Qingyang quickly put the pill into his mouth, the fire on his arm finally stopped and gradually disappeared. But the bone collateral meridians burned by the fire did not recover.
After all, the healing pill is a healing pill, and the bones and raw meat are also limited to the injured area. The bones that were burned directly into fly ash have little chance of recovery.
Although Shen Lang's arrow didn't kill the real person Qing Yang's body, it had already abolished his arm!
"Good job!" Old Demon Fengyue praised her with bright eyes.
The old man Qing Yang's face was pale, he was not only as simple as abandoning an arm, but now he was full of fire and poison, and he lost most of his combat power.
If he continues to struggle, his life will be in danger.
Four against one, no matter how hard it is to win. Although Madam Qingyang felt humiliated, he cared more about his life.
Seeing his old face flushed, he spouted a big mouthful of blood again, expending his life energy and performing a peculiar blood escape technique.
The real person Qingyang shrouded in blood mist turned into a meteor and fleeed away from the sky. Although the speed did not reach the level of teleportation, it was comparable to Shen Lang's flying thunder escape technique.
"Oops, don't let this old dog run away!" Old Demon Feng Yue yelled, raised the Demon Hunter's spear, and flew away in the direction where the real man Qingyang was fleeing.
The other two Acacia monks also threw out magic weapons madly.
Shen Lang's inner spiritual power is exhausted, and he has no ability to chase after him.
Majestic Qingyang ran faster than Mad Dog, and the attacks from Old Demon Feng Yue and others failed, and watched Majesty Qing Yang disappear to the horizon, cursing.
Xiao Rou, who was hiding in the mountains and forests in the distance, returned with Su Ruoxue in her arms, handed the woman to Shen Lang's hands, and then turned into a white light and flew into the beast bag on his waist.
Old Demon Feng Yue walked quickly, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, hugged his fists towards Shen Lang, and said sternly, "Thank you Daoyou Shen for your help, great grace will remember."
Old Demon Feng Yue has always been arrogant and conceited, and apart from Zhang Daoling, he has never been so polite with other Yuan Ying-period monks. He recognized Shen Lang's astonishing strength, and his eyes were indeed grateful.
"You don't have to thank me, I and the Qingyang old dog already have hatred." Shen Lang shook his head and said.
Unfortunately, the real Qingyang escaped. It was really hard to kill a great monk in the late Yuan Ying stage.
"Why is Fairy Su fainting, is it all right?" Old Demon Feng Yue glanced at Su Ruoxue in Shen Lang's arms, and asked.
"Due to mental weakness." Shen Lang explained.
"This is Yunmeng Pill. If it hurts the soul, you can take this pill. It has a good effect." Feng Yue Old Demon was knowledgeable and threw a bright and white pill.