The fireball Explosion broke out, the situation changed, and both sides temporarily stopped.
The hidden monk was slightly stunned and then furious.
Some unbearable and humiliating memories emerged.
It's fucking fireball technique again!
The hidden monk moved slightly, evacuated to a distance, looked around, and said angrily: "Who is using fireball technique?"
There was silent all around.
The leading one-eyed Sin Xiu scolded: "Diao Lao San, don't worry about the others, kill the one named Ji first!"
The eyes of the ink painting hiding in the dark are slightly condensed.
This monk, who was dressed in black, had a small figure, had a vicious look and was good at hiding, turned out to be called Diao Laosan.
He remembered the name silently.
Diao Laosan looked around and let go of his spiritual sense to scan, but there was still no one in sight, and his heart sank.
The feeling of being plotted against by someone but not knowing who is plotted against by someone has come to my mind again.
One-eyed Sin Xiu frowned, "It's just a fireball technique, are you afraid that you will be like this?"
The cultivation level of the one-eyed sin cultivation is deeper than that of the general nine levels of Qi refining, and Ji Qingbai has been promoted to the nine levels of Qi refining for many years, and his cultivation level is equal to that of him, so he can be stalemate for so long.
Originally, the Sin Cultivator wanted to use the sneak attack of the hidden monks to kill Ji Qingbai and the others earlier, so they could retreat calmly.
Now it seems that Ji Qingbai and the others can't hold on.
But unexpectedly, Diao Laosan was timid because of his fireball technique.
Diao Lao San didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it, so he could only say unhappy:
"This person who uses fireball can see through my hidden technique. Last time I fell into his hands."
One-eyed sinful cultivator sneered, "Didn't you say that your hidden art is below the foundation building, and no one can see through it?"
Diao Laosan's thin old face turned red.
Seeing this, the one-eyed Sin Xiu stopped tangling and asked, "Are you sure that the monk who used this fireball technique was the one who saw through your hidden technique last time?"
Diao Laosan pondered for a moment, but suddenly he was a little confused.
The familiar feeling was exactly the same.
It seemed as if there was a spiritual consciousness, sticking to itself like a maggot on its tarsal bone, and it could not be removed from it.
This made Diao Laosan convinced that the person who used fireball skills was the one who used the previous one.
But the power of this fireball technique has become much stronger.
Before, it was only in the middle stage of Qi Refining, but now it has the power of the late stage of Qi Refining spell, although it is at most seven or eight levels.
Could it be that this person's realm has been improved, so the power of Fireball Technique has also been improved.
But if this is true, this cultivator has only been refining seven or eight levels of Qi. How could the spiritual consciousness at this level see through his hidden art?
Diao Laosan hesitated.
Seeing his appearance, the one-eyed Sin Xiu couldn't help but curse:
"Don't hesitate, you can do whatever you want, and leave that monk to me."
Diao Laosan's eyes sank, and then his figure disappeared. Several other sin cultivators also attacked Ji Qingbai and two other demon hunters at the same time, forcing them to reveal their flaws.
Diao Laosan also found a flaw and cut the dagger into the throat of one of the demon hunters.
But he was careful and guarded against fireball techniques.
Sure enough, the fireball technique flew over again.
Diao Lao San hurriedly stepped back and left, and the fireball technique was also emptied.
I kept paying attention to the one-eyed sinful cultivator around me, but my eyes suddenly shone brightly.
He turned around and headed straight for the direction of Fireball Technique, which is where Mo Hua hid.
"Hidden your head and tail, get out of here!"
One-eyed Sin Xiu shouted loudly, and after a few flashes, he arrived at a big tree and found the ink painting hidden behind the tree.
He was small, had a tender face, clear eyes, and even smiled at him.
"Is this a little devil?"
One-eyed Sin Xiu was stunned, but his movements did not stop. He poked out his big hand and grabbed Mo Hua's neck.
Ink paintings use their lapses and calmly avoid them from the hands of the cultivator.
One-eyed Sin Xiu exclaimed in surprise and continued to reach out to grab it.
Mo Hua turned over and avoided it, then attached spiritual power to both feet, stood vertically on the trunk, and walked lightly towards the tree.
One-eyed Sin Xiu directly drew his sword and cut it directly at Mo Hua.
But after a few cuts, the knife was quick, but the ink painting could always avoid it without any delay.
The one-eyed sin cultivator always thought that he could hit the next knife, but he was a little short of it every time, but he just couldn't hit the score.
After dealing with this for several rounds, he immediately understood.
"This little devil is playing with me! He is delaying time!"
"damn it!"
The one-eyed sinner cultivator was furious, but he had no choice but to find that the little ghost's body skills were much better than him.
He couldn't even touch the corner of this little ghost's clothes.
At a young age, it's really evil.
One-eyed Sui Xiu cursed, and could only turn around and go to Ji Qingbai, shouting: "Kill the Ji person first!"
If they kill the Ji family, they can get the spirit stones from the Kong family.
Spirit stones are the most important.
As for these demon hunters and this little ghost, it is not too late to settle the score with them later!
But he wanted to run away, but Mo Hua disagreed. The backhand was a fireball technique that directly hit the back of the one-eyed Sin Xiu.
Although it is not fatal, it is very painful. Moreover, the meridians are burned by fire, which may cause considerable damage.
One-eyed Sin Xiu was furious and rushed to the ink painting again, but he could not catch the ink painting.
When he wanted to run, Mo Hua threw fireballs at him again.
The fireball technique of ink painting is fast and accurate, so he had no choice but to continue.
After many incidents, his clothes were almost burned.
The one-eyed sinful cultivator is extremely frustrated, but he can't catch up, and he can't run away.
Finally, Diao Laosan and two other ninjuxiu came to support him, and Mo Hua stopped.
But in this way, Ji Qingbai and the other two had a chance to breathe.
The scene suddenly became stalemate again.
Ink painting wants to delay time, the scene is the best thing to keep a stalemate.
The cultivator wanted to kill someone, but if he dragged him on, the support from the demon hunter came, they would not be able to kill anyone.
But if Mo Hua helped to restrain him, he could not decide the winner in a short period of time.
Especially Diao Laosan, his physical practice is very ordinary, and he is not a match for the demon hunter when he fights head-on.
He could only rely on concealment techniques, unexpectedly attacking them.
Now that his hidden art has been discovered by Mo Hua, it is almost like a waste.
All the monks present looked at the ink painting.
The sinners' eyes were angry, and Ji Qingbai's eyes were a little incredible.
He never expected that the ink painting, which had only the seventh level of Qi Refining cultivation, could with his own strength, be able to restrain the one-eyed sinful cultivation with a deep cultivation.
Moreover, the monk who is good at hiding and looks like a ghost can even be seen through by him.
There is also the fireball technique, which is very skillful.
It turns out that a tiger father has no dog son. Although his ability is different from Mo Shan and he is not going to be a body refining path, he is also quite impressive.
Seeing that the situation was not good, one-eyed Sin Xiu looked at Ji Qingbai and said sarcastically:
"This little devil shouldn't be your son, oh by the way, your son is dead. Now the body is being thrown away and is being eaten by a wild wolf."
When Ji Qingbai heard this, his heart suddenly felt severe pain, his face pale, his fingers couldn't help trembling, and he could hardly hold the knife.
Ink painting said to Ji Qingbai:
"Brother Ji is not dead."
Ji Qingbai suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said with hope: "Take it serious?"
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded seriously.
Mo Hua's eyes were very sincere.
Ji Qingbai suddenly felt energetic, and endless strength seemed to surge out of his body, and he clenched the knife in his hand again.
One-eyed Sin Xiu sneered:
"Impossible, that boy named Ji will definitely die!"
Mo Hua glanced at him, "How do you know?"
One-eyed Sin Xiu said coldly: "Zhao Hu chased him, how could he survive? It would be great if he was not dismembered."
"Is Zhao Hu that big man?"
The only remaining eye of the One-Eyed Sin Cultivator's eyes slightly condensed, "Have you seen him?"
Mo Hua nodded.
One-eyed Sin Xiu sneered: "Impossible! If you have seen him, you will definitely die!"
Mo Hua said: "Anyway, I'm not dead, so it's hard to say whether he dies."
One-eyed Sin Xiu snorted coldly, "Stupid little guy, don't be polite!"
Mo Hua smiled, took out the half-charred storage bag, held it in front of him and shook it, but said nothing.
One-eyed sinful cultivator's pupils shrank.
That storage bag belongs to Zhao Hu!
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Chapter completed!