This fire snake is extremely fierce, carrying unrivaled power, and is only a few feet apart, and a wave of heat swept across it.

Wen Tianbao was trying to use the same trick again, but he escaped from the ground, but he did not want to shoot a white light from a distance, climbing with the flow and binding his body. Wen Tianbao only felt a numbness all over his body, and his spiritual power became dull.

Seeing that the fire snake was about to burn, the scorching air waves stormed, and even the hair began to curl. "Escape!" Wen Tianbao tried his best to sense Baoyu and stimulated his spiritual power. A trace of pure spiritual power began to come from the Baoyu, which continued to flow into Wen Tianbao's hands and feet. With a "wipe" sound, it was like the sound of brocade breaking. Wen Tianbao felt that his body was loose and there was no burden anymore.

"Escape!" Wen Tianbao pinched his fingers and sank into the soil. The fire snake happened to burn his hair. Wen Tianbao felt that his scalp was a little hot, and even his hair became anxious, but at least it was not damaged.

The fire snake swam through the air and disappeared halfway through it. Then, he heard the screams of the monk. Wen Tianbao leaned his head and saw a dark black flying sword passing through his belly. A young monk slowly walked from the grass with a cold look, looking directly at Wen Tianbao and said, "No matter where you escape, you can never escape from the palm of my hand!"

This person is the senior brother at the peak of the fifth level of Qi Refining in the Weapon Hall. Wen Tianbao was palpitations for a moment. He did not hesitate and fled into the soil, and then quickly fled. "Swish" the flying sword followed closely. Wen Tianbao was careless and his back hurt and a scar was cut open. Fortunately, he just touched it slightly, and the injury was not serious. Wen Tianbao continued to stimulate spiritual power, and Baoyu also blessed the power of his blessing, and his speed accelerated again. After a while, he left the senior brother far away.

The senior brother was still unwilling to give up. He didn't expect that a small disciple of the fourth level of Qi refining would play him around and escape from his palms again and again. He seemed to have activated some secret technique. The texture on the flying sword flashed, and his speed suddenly doubled. Wen Tianbao only felt a bone-permeable yin wind behind him, as if he was deadly at all times. Wen Tianbao's face was like earth. Although he had treasure jade to continuously supply spiritual power, it was easy to escape, but if this continued, he could not bear it mentally.

"Huhuhu" Just when he was distracted, the flying sword came tightly again. Wen Tianbao felt a stern heart, and he stroked his hands hard, and the soil in front of him was pushed apart a lot. In a turn, he avoided another danger.

After several times of distress, Wen Tianbao's body was covered with scars of all sizes. Although it was not a big injury, Wen Tianbao felt more and more wrong. His body seemed to be passing by something, and his spirit became more and more depressed. "Oh, can this sword lead to the passing blood?" Wen Tianbao quickly gathered his mind, but he didn't want the spiritual power to operate slowly, obviously because his physical constitution was gradually weakening. The senior brother who was chasing above did not stop at all. Obviously, this person also had other means to continue his spiritual power.

"You can't escape!" At this moment, the wind sounded loudly behind him, and the flying sword pierced quickly. Wen Tianbao rushed up and rushed out. At the same time, his fingers were connected, Baoyu flapping, and a continuous flame flew out, locking the retreat of the senior brother opposite. The disciple controlled the flying sword and shook slightly, shaking several flames away. At the same time, he slapped the storage bag and the magic plate flew out again, at an extremely fast speed, like a sharp arrow breaking through the air, flying in.

"Escape!" Wen Tianbao escaped into the soil again. Seeing that his spiritual power was running slower, Wen Tianbao gritted his teeth and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood. With the spell of two fingers, the speed increased a little more. The rows of soil opened upside down, and Wen Tianbao was like a swimming fish in the water, moving forward quickly, but his face became whiter and whiter.

The senior brother who was tracking above was obviously surprised, "What magic weapon do you have that can support you for so long?" Then he seemed to sense the spiritual power below gradually weakened, and sneered again: "If you hit me in the Black Nether Sword, your injuries will be difficult to heal. If you don't treat it in time, you will definitely die in less than half an hour. I see how long you can hold on!"

Wen Tianbao didn't sit and wait for death when he heard this. Instead, a stream of blood ignited in his chest, and he had all his strength to stimulate spiritual power. The spiritual power in the purple mansion of Dantian was running wildly, and even the precious jade could not be supplied.

After sprinting for hundreds of feet in a row, Wen Tianbao suddenly sensed a strong spiritual power fluctuation above. He thought that the senior brother had used some secret technique, and immediately sank a little. "Bang bang bang~~" The loud bang bang bang bang, and the soft soil in front of him instantly solidified. Wen Tianbao only felt a faint cold air infiltrating from the soil, and his whole body began to tremble. However, at the moment when the cold air infiltrated, Wen Tianbao felt his spirits and the stinging pain behind him weakened a little.

Wen Tianbao was not sad or happy in his heart. He sat upright in the soil, circulating his spiritual power and giving it to the wounds on his body. He practiced wood-attributed martial arts, and naturally the spiritual power was mostly wood-spider, and wood-spider had some therapeutic effect. In addition, this cold force invaded the body, and the originally surging blood gradually slowed down. This indirectly suppressed the onset of his injuries and delayed the treatment time. He did not care about everything that happened on it anymore. He only felt that the soil above kept shaking, and even completely condensed into ice. He was free in the soil, and he was still moving.

With Baoyu in his body, he can naturally supply spiritual power continuously, which makes him suppress the cold and repair his injuries.

As the spiritual power was moistened and the cold air invaded, the bleeding gradually stopped, and the injuries were relieved. Some small wounds began to scab, and his body gradually became brighter and even stronger than before!

At this moment, the soil above suddenly exploded, and a ray of light shone on Wen Tianbao's face. Wen Tianbao had no time to continue to treat his injuries. His wound had scabbed and he would no longer lose blood. His spiritual power could naturally flow smoothly. He moved his body, pushed away the soil, and quickly left to the side.

"I actually escaped!" At this moment, eight people were fighting each other above, and several corpses were lying on the ground. The eight people were divided into four directions. One of them was standing in front of the pit where Wen Tianbao was before, and the magic plate in front of him was constantly rotating. It was the senior brother before. Seeing that Wen Tianbao had not been killed, he was not discouraged. Then he stopped paying attention to Wen Tianbao, but turned his attention to an ordinary young monk opposite.

This ordinary young monk was full of cold air. Several feet apart, and everyone felt that there was a coldness that penetrated his heart. This person was the spy who had escaped before. No, he seemed to have more secrets! "The Bing Xin Jue is indeed extraordinary!" One of the monks was obviously from the Danhuo Hall, with the peak cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi Refining. Like that senior brother, he leaned against the other two disciples of the fifth level of Qi Refining. On the other side was a combination of two disciples of the Grass and Tree Hall and a disciple of the Artifact Hall. These three were all covered in color, with their expressions nervous and frightened, but they did not dare to act rashly. Finally, the traitor brother of the Artifact Hall before. This man was very proud of himself, with many magical weapons, and there were intermediate magic weapons among them. Generally, disciples of the Sixth level of Qi Refining are not as good as him.

However, everyone had just fought and formed a four-way situation. No one dared to take the initiative. The young man in front of him, who was covered in cold air, looked the most calm. He smiled slightly and said, "I see that your Danding Sect is facing collapse. The disciples have their own ulterior motives. How can they fight with us? Why don't you resolve the grudges and join our Jibing Sect?"

"What! The Jibing Sect still exists?!" a disciple exclaimed.

"Of course, my country of Wei is closest to the Beihan Realm. Unfortunately, the Beihan Realm is now occupied by the "Nether Sect", so I can only secretly scatter all over the border. Now what you see is just the tip of the iceberg." The ordinary young monk smiled. He shook slightly and curled his hands in his sleeves.

"Not good!" Just as the young monk put his hands in his sleeves, the senior brother at the peak of the fifth level of Qi Refining seemed to sense something and immediately retreated. Some other disciples with good cultivation also hurriedly retreated. Several other disciples just used magic weapons in the last battle. But the young monk's body burst out with a "ping-pong" sound, the cold air surged, and a layer of frost condensed on his robe. His cultivation also grew rapidly, until the sixth level of Qi Refining!

Then, his sleeves lined up, and countless piercing sounds of "twist" came, and dozens of ice cones were shot out. The speed of this ice cone was faster than that of ordinary low-level flying swords, and its power was shocking!

At this moment, Wen Tianbao had escaped dozens of feet away, and he was breathing a sigh of relief when he watched from a distance. Three of the seven disciples had broken magic weapons, penetrated their bodies, and fell into a pool of blood. The other four escaped quickly, but two of them were also cone on their shoulders, and their spiritual power was not smooth.

The ordinary monk was completely unusual at this moment. He made a few ice arrows flying out with no obstacles to casting spells. "Ah!" One of the escaped people screamed. As soon as he mastered the magic weapon, he was shot and fell straight from mid-air. Although the other person lurked from the ground and his body flashed quickly, he immediately saw that the ordinary disciple was faster, like skating, and grabbed the man's neck with a few steps. He did not hear the man shouting, and saw a lifelike sculpture forming in an instant.

In addition to Wen Tianbao who escaped the fastest, the two senior brothers at the fifth level of Qi Refining were the fastest.

Both of these senior brothers had already mastered the magic weapon and left through the air. But when he saw that the ordinary monk did not follow him, he moved his hands and condensed two ice hockey balls, guiding his magic.

The two senior brothers used magic weapons to block them. The rebellious man in the Artifact Hall was obviously much stronger. He controlled the intermediate magic weapon. The round magic plate turned around and cut the ice puck in half, but then the magic plate became slower. The other monk blocked the ice puck with two low-level magic weapons in a row, and finally completely defeated the ice puck.

Seeing that the two senior brothers were about to escape from this place, the ordinary monk turned cold and his whole body looked like an ice sculpture, using a more terrifying magic, "Extreme Ice Hand!"

Two large palms filled with cold air rushed towards the two senior brothers. This large palm was obviously only half a human size, not even comparable to the legendary ten-foot palm of the foundation-building stage. Moreover, looking at the appearance of the ordinary monk, it was obviously released from the level, causing the cold air to retaliate. The whole person was covered with ice and could hardly tell the difference.

At this moment, even the rebellious senior brother of the Artifact Hall was powerless to trigger the magic plate. Before, he used the magic plate to block the ice ball, which was eroded by the cold air, and was slow to do anything. Now he was directly knocked away by the big hand. Then he replaced it with an ordinary flying sword under him, and used the dark magic sword to fight against it, but he was powerless. This magic sword obviously had strong fire resistance and weak ice resistance, so it broke inch by inch. Then he sacrificed low-level magic weapons in a row, and finally his big hand dissipated a little, and some of it was still printed on him.

Although the other senior brother had almost the same spiritual power as him, he had no powerful magic weapon to resist and was frozen into an ice man in the air.
Chapter completed!