Chapter 1139: Devouring blood, breaking soul, dying

The attacks of the senior members of the Profound Girl Clan and Qiu Heming were launched almost at the same time.
If Fang Bai were to resist the attack from the senior members of the Profound Girl sect, he would not be able to deal with the attack from Qiu Heming; if Fang Bai resisted the attack from Qiu Heming, he would not have time to take care of the attack from the upper tier of the Profound Girl Sect.
The first blow of the high-level members of the Profound Girl Clan and Qiu Heming seemed to have caused Fang Bai, who had no three heads and six arms, and was lacking in skills, into a predicament.
Linghu Qianjiao and Linghu Baimei were controlled by Yang Ruojun, unable to move or speak, they could only reveal their tension and worry through their eyes.
Zhuge Lian also stopped crying at this moment, covering his mouth with his hands tightly, his eyes rounded, and his heart hung high when he looked at Fang Bai who was under siege.
Qiu Heming is a cosmic mid-level powerhouse, and Yang Ruojun and others have joined forces, and their strength is not weaker than that of cosmic-level primary powerhouses. In addition, their attacks blocked all evasion routes of Fang Bai, forcing Fang Bai and One of them played against each other.
Whether it was Qiu Heming or Yang Ruojun and others, they thought that as long as the two sides played against each other, Fang Bai would undoubtedly be defeated, either death or injury.
More than a dozen energies rushed to Fang Bai from all directions, and Fang Bai in between seemed to be in a stormy sea, with his white shirt fluttering, his black hair flying, and his figure standing proud and motionless.
boom!
Fang Bai's feet suddenly stepped heavily on the ground. Amidst the muffled sound, the mountain shook several feet in a radius, and the solid bluestone-paved square ground suddenly shattered. In the dust, countless stones splashed and flew.
Yang Ruojun and the others were caught off guard, swaying, unsteady standing under their feet, and busy dealing with the splashing gravel, how could they even bother to attack Fang Bai?
In this way, the danger from all around was lifted.
And Fang Bai's figure leaped upward while stepping on the ground, and the blood-drinking mad knife in his hand swung towards the iron rod that was smashed into the volley. The blood-colored knife light flashed across the sky, and the breath filled the square.
when!
The spirit weapons of the two sides collided in one place again, Qiu Heming shook the tiger's mouth, and his figure volleyed upside down several somersaults before he staggered to the ground.
And Fang Bai's figure quickly fell back to the ground under the force of the golden crow stick in Qiu Heming's hand, stepping into two deep pits on the ground.
The idol Bahuangbu combined with the first blood-devouring of the crazy knife three styles successfully resolved the joint blow of Yang Ruojun and others with Qiu Heming.
It seemed that the two sides ended in a tie, but Yang Ruojun and the others were frightened by Fang Bai's stepped footsteps with idols. All of them had disheveled clothes, messy hair, and embarrassed.
"Amazing!"
Qiu Heming, Yang Ruojun and the others looked at Fang Bai with a sneer and sneer, and were secretly shocked. They didn't expect Fang Bai's counterattack to be so sharp and powerful. They put away the contempt of Fang Bai and lost the confidence of winning just now.
Zhuge Lian, Linghu Qianjiao and Linghu Baimei, who were watching the battle in the distance in front of the Xuannv Hall, saw Fang Bai safe and sound. At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw the confident expression on Fang Bai’s face, as if he had eaten a piece of it. With peace of mind, all worries and anxiety disappeared.
"Thinking that if there are many people, you can beat me?"
Fang Bai laughed, taking advantage of Yang Ruojun and the others' unsure and Qiu Heming's unsteady footing, the blood-drinking knife in his hand swung fiercely again, and shouted: "Now, you guys have a knife!"
The second style of the mad knife three styles, the soul-breaking, cut towards Yang Ruojun and Qiu Heming in front.
The moment the soul was broken, Qiu Heming, Yang Ruojun and others were in a trance, and a phantom appeared in front of them, as if a beast from a predator, carrying blood, opened the blood basin and rushed towards them with sharp teeth. It seems to tear their bodies to pieces, so that their souls are scattered, giving birth to a heart of despair.
"what!"
Among the senior members of the Profound Girl Clan, a deacon with a weaker strength suddenly screamed wildly with a spirit weapon in his hand.
"Huh!"
After all, Qiu Heming was a Zhou-level intermediate powerhouse. He instantly broke away from the illusion created by Fang Bai's soul-breaking sword. Then he opened his mouth and let out a violent shout, awakening Yang Ruojun and the others.
Yang Ruojun and the others, who was shocked in a cold sweat, had not had time to catch their breath, a long sword light had already cut in front of them.
That blood-colored sword light, breaking through the air and cracking air, is unmatched in sharpness, as if to flatten everything in front of him.
Qiu Heming formed a vitality shield in front of him, swung a golden crow stick in front of him, and the first one flew away.
Yang Ruojun and the others danced with long swords into a sword curtain, and also flew back.
No one of them dared to step forward and block the Broken Soul cut out by the mad knife in Fang Bai's hand.
when!
when!
when!
...
After a series of metal clashes, an inch-deep gap appeared on the golden crow stick in Qiu Heming's hand, which was almost broken into two pieces. Fortunately, no one was injured.
Yang Ruojun and the others suffered a lot. The long swords in the hands of more than a dozen people were broken, the front end fell to the ground, and only one hilt was left in their hands.
There were more than a dozen high-ranking members of the Profound Girl Sect. In addition to the four elders including Yang Ruojun and Han Xingyu, seven deacons who participated in the war had wounds on their bodies. Withdrawal to recuperate, can no longer continue to fight.
"This little thief has been fighting with me for a long time, but there is no sign of the true essence being exhausted, which is really strange!"
Qiu Heming looked at Fang Bai like a monster, his face was shocked and incredible.
Qiu Heming’s true essence has been consumed a little and a half so far. I thought that Fang Bai was about the same as himself. I thought that he could easily kill Fang Bai by joining forces with the high-level members of the Profound Girl Sect, but he never expected Fang Bai to fight. Li has always maintained his peak state, which makes him feel incredible.
Qiu Heming understood that if he didn't have the power to crush Fang Bai and quickly killed Fang Bai, he would probably be dragged down by Fang Bai.
"The more we fight, the weaker we are, but this little thief always maintains its peak state. It's a freak, it can't be done at all! Forget it, I'm not afraid that I don't have firewood. When I return to the Valley of the Storm, I will report it to the owner. Let’s talk about it! Anyway, my disciples in the Valley of Wind are all over the Zhenwu Realm, so I'm not afraid to find this little thief!"
Qiu Heming thought secretly in his heart, and for the first time gave birth to the intention of fleeing.
"Taste my third cut!"
Fang Bai learned the three styles of the mad sword when he got the blood-drinking mad sword. As the cultivation level increases, the power becomes stronger. The first sword eats blood and retreats, the second sword breaks the soul and injures the enemy, and then again. There was a third knife dying.
Nirvana is the sword technique to kill the enemy, and it is the most powerful sword among the three styles of the crazy sword.
Qiu Heming sensed the terrifying suffocation and killing intent when Fang Bai had just slashed the third sword. Knowing that he could not resist it, he screamed, madly spurring Feng Qi, and flying towards a distant mountain. Away.