Chapter 598: 　 fierce battle

"Ambush?"
This is the idea that Ying Sanli and Ying Qixiao had at the same time.
"boom!"
Zhen Qi burst out from Ying Sanli's body instantly, lingering around the body like a gauze.
On the other side, Ying Qixiao couldn't help but shoot.
"Hey!"
The golden brush appeared in his hand, piercing through the void.
Behind Ying Sanli, a vortex emerged.
As soon as it appeared, there were corrosive water droplets dripping from the vortex. There were a lot of water droplets, and extremely strange lines were rotating in each droplet.
The weird lines were slowly creeping in the water droplets, and it fell on Ying Sanli's body with a'pop'.
Under Ying Qixiao's reminder, Ying Sanli's body surface was already full of zhenqi.
But when the water droplets fell on the true qi, the water drop broke directly with a ‘poof’, but the strange lines in the water drop slowly merged into the other’s true qi.
The plague, like a curse, imprinted on Ying Sanli's true energy.
The water droplets dripped densely from the vortex, and landed on Ying Sanli's true energy, leaving countless weird lines.
"boom!"
The golden brush appeared in front of the whirlpool, and the whirlpool burst directly with a bang.
Dongfang Wenxia, ​​who carried the coffin on his back, appeared from behind the vortex, a sneer appeared in the corner of his eyes, and then waved his hands. Under the wave of his hands, the plague patterns were intertwined into chains, and he drew towards the golden brush.
The more the plague chains slammed into each other, the dazzling light burst out.
The power of the plague spread to the brush, leaving the breath and lines of the plague on it.
The breath of the writing brush suddenly stagnated, and the circulation of the true energy even became stagnant, as if something was blocking the flow of true energy.
The two of them didn't talk too much nonsense, they directly collided, and a fierce battle broke out in an instant.
Dangdang!
The chain collided with the golden brush, and there was a harsh sound.
The two played fast.
When Ying Qi smiled and waved, the golden brush shook, causing the plague lines attached to it to fall off instantly.
Then the brush shot out like an arrow feather, pierced the sky and hit the plague chain.
With a ‘bang’, the plague chains exploded directly, glowing everywhere, with dim textures, and quickly extinguished.
"puff!"
Dongfang Wenxia spouted a mouthful of blood,
The power of the golden brush was too strong, and this blow hurt him.
Even though the golden brush did not hit his body, the powerful pressure attached to it penetrated and hit him.
His body was hit, as if hit by a big mountain, and he moved backwards.
"kill!"
Ying Qixiao chased him, and the golden brush pierced the void again, trying to shoot Dongfang Wenxia in the void.
"Humph!"
however,
Dongfang Wenxia at this time was not nervous at all, and suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a light spot from his mouth.
The spot of light rose against the storm and instantly turned into a rusty iron bowl.
The rusty iron bowl does not look as good as the beggar's bowl, but because of this iron bowl, Dongfang Wenxia's confidence has been greatly increased, and the true energy surged and poured into the iron bowl.
"boom!"
A torrent rushed out of the iron bowl. This torrent was completely condensed by the plague, as if it was the origin of the plague, it instantly filled the sky.
Ying Qixiao had already put away the contempt in his heart, and the golden brush shining brightly, turned into a spear and appeared in his hand.
The spear gleamed with endless rays of sunlight, with brilliant lines and very beautiful, supporting the flood of plague.
"boom!"
The plague torrent finally fell down, with the yellow light of the plague, it was huge, like a hanging galaxy falling from the sky, to drown the Ying Qixiao below.
Dongfang asked Xia once might not be so strong, but he inherited the mantle of the plague god.
Although the of plague is still suppressing Ye Yusheng's Qiankun bag, the place where he was suppressed has been scoured by Dongfang Wenxia. This iron bowl was found there.
"open!"
Ying Qi smiled sharply and rose up into the sky, her body glowing with golden light, fighting with Dongfang Wenxia bravely.
Her body is very thin, but it is very photogenic.
Between the two, the rays of light rushed up, the blood was puffing, and the wind was violent, and the rocks were blown apart, showing how terrifying it was.
After a fight of life and death, the two were in a half-hearted posture, and no one could do anything.
...
And the battle below and they want to close here, also do not let go.
Hou Leihu Xiaolong Yin, his body was strong and powerful, the stone skin all over his body was glowing, and his body was all turned into stones, rammed and shook with Ying Sanli.
He is a warrior who specializes in physical body, and all his combat power is in his body.
Ying Sanli's power was suppressed because of the plague lines on his body, but the suppression of the plague was slowly weakening.
When he raised his hand, there was a dark, like a dark ocean, with lines all over it, killing Hou Lei, fierce and fierce.
With a "boom", Hou Lei avoided, but a huge boulder behind him exploded on the spot, turning into a pile of powder, and it was extremely black.
A huge shadow hung over the ruins, stabbing.
Hou Lei's eyes were cold, his crystal-clear and hard body turned, and he killed again. The power of the earth passed into his body from under his feet, and the world was shaking.
"Boom boom boom!"
The confrontation between the two became more and more split.
The battle continues.
...
But Ye Yusheng, who was on the road frantically, stopped at the edge of the depths of the fairyland.
It was not that he wanted to stop, but that he had to stop.
In front of him, a figure wearing a Confucian shirt appeared, and the fan was gently swayed in his hand, looking very chic.
Feng Yujian, Lin Xiu.
The top evildoer of this demon door unexpectedly appeared here, and his purpose was obvious, that is, waiting for Ye Yusheng's arrival.
"I heard you are killing my demon disciple wantonly recently?" Feng Yujian Lin Xiu asked directly.
No nonsense, straightforward.
"...Yes."
Ye Yusheng admitted that at this time, denying didn't make much sense.
Now that Lin Xiu was standing here, there was obviously enough evidence, and the most important point was that Ye Yusheng still dared to take on this small matter.
Kill and kill, what can you do with me?
"I want to kill my demon disciple? Why?" Lin Xiu didn't see anger on his face, it was more like a routine questioning.
"Kill if you want."
"Do not!"
Lin Xiu shook his head: "There must be a reason. The enmity between you and the Sword Dynasty is much larger than that of my Demon Sect, but you alone killed my Demon Sect disciple. I believe there must be a reason."
"I don't mean to question. I just want to know the reason. I hope Brother Ye can tell the truth."
Lin Xiu arched his hands very politely, with a low attitude.
Ye Yusheng: "..."
Everyone knows that Lin Xiu was born in a scholarly family. Although he joined the Demon Sect, he still has the temperament of a scholarly family, just like this, even inquiries seem polite and make people unhappy. .