These two veins are very unpopular even among the generation in western Hunan.
Its inheritance cannot be seen at all on ordinary days, and it is even called a witchcraft and crooked method by the world.
At this critical moment, people came out to help, and it wasn't just the visible people who helped.
What is seen at this time are the bearers of the spell, and in invisible places, there are their elders and the like, who are the ones who cast the spell.
They held various weapons in their hands and joined the battle. Several of them rushed towards a boundless man.
When the Wujie people saw these people who had been blessed by magic, they naturally looked down upon them and killed them casually.
But they found that the physical body of any one of them was very strong. Even the attacks launched by the Unbounded Man could not break the flesh, causing them to endure huge trauma!
Seeing such a scene, everyone in Wujie frowned, and then one of them muttered: "Forcibly using magic to activate it makes the physical body become nothing more than an empty frame.
It’s nothing to be afraid of, in fact, your own strength may not be that strong!”
After saying that, these people took action again and rushed towards the crowd.
Dang Dang Dang!
The palms of the Unbounded Man collided with these hard bodies, making a sound like iron being struck.
However, although the physical bodies of these people are powerful, their shortcomings are also obvious. If all the breath is displayed on the physical body, the attack power will appear to be weak.
The attacks they launched seemed to have no effect on people like Wujie.
Just when the Wujie people were proud, a group of warlocks behind them suddenly shouted: "Don't be afraid, fellow Taoists in front, you are in front, we are behind! Kill these brats like Wujie directly!"
Wujie asked calmly: "Don't you, the human world, always say that there is no coexistence between good and evil?
Why, now that we are threatening you, are you willing to cooperate with these so-called evils?"
"Why are you saying this? Didn't I just say that there is no good or evil in magic? Is it possible that all the people in Wujie are so superficial that they can't even understand such a sentence?" One of the warlocks sneered.
The rest of the people also sneered together, and while they were talking, the two sides had already formed a formation.
The warlocks of Kyushu united together, and the various sects and auras were all twisted into a rope to drive out the foreign enemies!
The battle between the God of Death and Qin Bailian at this time was quite exciting. Deep pits had appeared on the ground around them, as if they had been devastated by natural disasters.
The sudden appearance of Xiaochui and Jiang Feng also reversed the situation of the battle to a certain extent.
Jiang Feng swung the hammer in his hand and gave it a heavy blow, causing a big pit to appear in the God of Death's chest.
Under his body, many cracks appeared in the ground. The cracks spread towards the surrounding area and formed a huge deep pit in the ground.
When Jiang Feng saw that he had succeeded, the God of Death seemed to have suffered huge trauma, with a bit of surprise on his face as he continued to swing the hammer.
boom!
Another time, the awl directly penetrated the body of the God of Death, directly through the back!
Jiang Feng wanted to continue taking action, but the God of Death also moved at this moment, raised his hand, and grabbed the hammer in Jiang Feng's hand.
On Jiang Feng's hands, the talismans sparkled, and in conjunction with his physical body exerting force, his own magic weapon also mobilized his aura, exerting his power to the extreme!
But even so, the veins were already bulging, but he still couldn't withstand the God of Death.
The God of Death will push hard forward so that the hammer cannot fall on him.
Qin Bailian didn't even look at it. He quickly ran a few steps and without saying a word, stepped on the hammer.
Bang bang bang!
With a few consecutive kicks, the awl in Xiao Chui's hand pierced deeper, and scarlet blood spurted out along the wound.
But the God of Death didn't care. He suddenly exerted force with his hands, and Xiao Zhui, Jiang Feng, and Qin Bailian all flew backwards.
The God of Death glanced at the broken limbs in the pit and sneered: "Weak people always like to use these weird methods.
But I don’t know that I am just like a clown jumping off the beam!”
In the pit is Xiaohammer's magical weapon.
At that time, Qin Bailian was shrouded in red light, and there was a huge gap in his own strength. He was unable to get out of this red light cage.
Moreover, the red light itself is very special. Whatever the heart moves, the light will reach it.
In other words, no matter which direction you want to go, you will be blocked by the red light.
But there are exceptions. People inside can't get out, but the substitute outside can get in.
When the substitute entered, there was a new Qin Bailian in the formation, so Qin Bailian's real body was no longer covered in red light.
He escaped through this gap.
He frowned and stared at Jiang Feng.
Of course he knew Jiang Feng. How could he not know the person who ruined a big thing for him with Tang Sanmu last time?
Jiang Feng originally thought that when they met again, Qin Bailian would definitely have hatred and madness in his eyes, and he would look at him with gritted teeth.
But no, Qin Bailian's eyes were still as calm as water.
"You guys step aside, we can't help here." He said calmly.
In his eyes, everything seems to be data, with only rationality and no emotion.
He is more like a person without boundaries, devoid of temperament.
At this time Jiang Feng frowned: "We are here to help you, it is always good to have more helpers!"
"Of course you want to help, but fighting head-on will only increase unnecessary sacrifices. If you want to help, hide in the dark and wait for a flaw to be taken down in one fell swoop.
Remember, if you have the chance, you have to risk your life to deal with the God of Death. It is very worthwhile to use your lives and even the lives of the three of us to fight against the God of Death!"
Jiang Feng and Xiao Zhui looked at each other. The person in front of them spoke in a cold, mechanical tone.
It also made the two of them unhappy, but they knew in their hearts that the person in front of them was right.
They could only retreat towards the rear. The God of Death wanted to take action and take the lead in solving these two stumbling blocks.
However, Qin Bailian quickly stopped in front of him and used superb methods to create an invisible barrier between them.
Blocking the way to kill the god.
Qin Bailian said calmly: "How could a majestic and unbounded master be afraid of the threat of two juniors?
Besides, one of the juniors doesn’t understand the technique at all.”
Their attacks became more and more fierce, and the God of Death kept changing his body. Every time he changed, he would leave a killing move in the place where he stayed.
Either a trap or a powerful breath, once touched, it will be detonated like explosives, which is quite dangerous.
Qin Bailian was not to be outdone, and his armor creaked, as if it was becoming stronger and stronger in the constant battle.
Not only that, he has been trying to get close to the God of Death. Every time he gets close, some black mist or insects will appear on his body.
His moves are so weird that even the God of Death cannot guard against them.
One is fierce and the other is sinister, and the battle between the two is indistinguishable.
But anyone with a discerning eye can actually see that Qin Bailian is still at a disadvantage.
His physical quality is incomparable to Wujie. After all, he hasn't taken that step yet. If he hadn't been interrupted by Tang Sanmu and the others, he might have won by now.
But now, after all, it is just a little bit behind, and it is a wrong step after all!
After the crazy explosion, his own aura continued to weaken, and now he clearly felt that his aura was becoming less condensed.
The God of Death smiled lightly, and his palm was like a sharp knife, appearing behind Qin Bailian like a bolt of lightning.
Then he hit his armor hard, causing more cracks to appear in the armor. This time, the armor was almost shattered, and an obvious hole appeared.
The live broadcast here was still going on. When the armor cracked, countless people watching the battle were frightened and their breathing stopped for a moment.
"Oh my god, has Master Qin Bailian been fighting against the Unbounded with a body like this?"
"It's hard to imagine, is Master Qin dead or alive now?"
"This appearance should really have a great impact on spells and so on, right?"
The cracked armor, the squirming insects, and the shriveled skin were all terrifying.
It looks like an evil corpse that has been buried in the soil for endless years.
"I've long since seen that your moves are becoming more inconsistent and slow, and you can't keep up with your breath.
It turns out that it has always been like this, neither human nor ghost. What are you trying to refine? The body of hundreds of poisons?"
The corners of Qin Bailian's mouth raised slightly, and he gritted his teeth: "No, it's not the Hundred Poison Body, but the Seven Evil Immortal.
It's a technique I've studied myself.
Hundreds of evil spirits fall upon you, and ghosts rejoice for thousands of years.
If it had been successful, maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult now.”
Qin Bailian's words stop there, because if you don't achieve anything, you won't achieve it. After all, it is written by fate.
Under the influence of destiny, even if I am just a little bit worse, maybe this is retribution for massacring tens of millions of people.
Then he looked from a distance, staring at the light in the distance. It was the color that appeared when Tang Sanmu and Qin Sanshui were fighting, causing the world over there to change color.
He took a deep breath: "What a pity, it's really a pity."
The God of Death did not respond, as if waiting for what he wanted to say next.
"After all, I still haven't figured it out. If I could have figured it out a long time ago, there would be such a savior in this world. Why did I kill so many people in the first place?
So, this is my retribution after all, I missed a step after all.
If I miss one step, I will not be a hero in the future history, but will only be a criminal."
The God of Death shook his head: "History? You, Kyushu, will no longer have history."
"I missed it once, but I won't miss it the second time."
The two started fighting again, and after several more face-to-face encounters, Qin Bailian's mask was completely shattered.
A ferocious face appeared in front of everyone.
In fact, there are also records about Qin Bailian in some books.
The immortal wind, Taoist bone skills reach the sky, and the white clothes are as white as snow and are extraordinary.
In the description, he has an immortal demeanor, as if he were a banished immortal, how could he be like this now!
At this time, the ferocious face collided with the God of Death. During the fight, blood could be seen slowly flowing out of the eyes.
He has gone crazy, and it is obvious that he is determined to die!
I don’t care about my own life, I have been waiting for thousands of years, just waiting for today!
Qin Bailian's armor was in pieces, but he still persisted in fighting the murderous god in front of him.
In fact, it is easy to see in the live broadcast room that the battle between these two people is becoming more and more one-sided.
In the end, Qin Bailian could only passively bear the attack and was completely unable to intervene!
Golden Requiem: After watching Master Qin and Master Tang for a while, I switched to this live broadcast room again.
I am Little Pineapple: The current situation of Master Bailian is not optimistic!
The troubles of youth: The main reason is that this master is different from the two masters of Qin and Tang. He will not ask for our help at all, nor will he communicate with the friends in the live broadcast room.
Gotham Duel King: Since I can't help, I can only pray silently and cheer for Master Bai Lian.
In the corner, Xiao Chui and Jiang Feng stared at this cruel battle scene.
The two of them tried to rush out several times, but were knocked back by Qin Bailian's heavy footsteps.
Although he struggled with the God of Death, he was always paying attention to the movements of Xiao Chui and Jiang Feng.
On the other side, the enemies Tang Sanmu and Qin Sanshui faced were actually becoming more and more difficult to deal with.
Among the three masters of Wujie, the God of Killing is the strongest, but the other two are not soft persimmons either.
After all, Qin Sanshui and Tang Sanmu's abilities were much lower than Qin Bailian's. Although the start went smoothly, as the battle continued, they began to slowly fall behind!
Although Qin Sanshui's attack was fierce, it could not compare to the elusiveness and weirdness of the critic.
No matter how Qin Sanshui attacks, he can always be defused by the critic, who grabs a thread and pulls hard.
The critic seems to be able to turn any intangible thing into something tangible, not just life.
There is also spirit, strength, and even sanity.
Qin Sanshui became a little panicked after being dragged in again and again, and subconsciously stepped back.
Then his eyes flickered darkly, and he took out several wooden figures from his pocket.
These wooden figures appear to be among the top eight gossips, but there are actually only seven of them.
But eight seats are occupied because the wooden figure is constantly flashing like the critic.
It's like traveling back and forth between two spaces.
Although there are seven bodies, there are eight shadows!
In the midst of the turmoil, Qin Sanshui suddenly clasped his sword fingers together and muttered in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if my move is weird, I will keep you from getting close. No matter how weird you are, there is no hope!"
The critic didn't care, and pushed forward with both hands.
Although the seven wooden bodies are not in the same orientation, they tilt violently in the same direction.
The person who ordered the order seemed to have discovered the flaw with this action. He smiled faintly and rushed forward quickly.
His rickety body seemed to have become thicker. From the gaps in the seven wooden bodies, he directly reached out his palm and pulled Qin Sanshui out of it!
Qin Sanshui moved his hands, trying to push the critic away, but the hands on his shoulders seemed to be illusory. No matter what, he couldn't break free.
After trying several times, he fell directly to the ground under the power of these palms.
The seven wooden men made a clicking sound and fell straight to the ground. There was no suspense at all!
Qin Sanshui was pulled by the critic, and after he fell to the ground, the critic pinched Qin Sanshui hard with his palms.
The shoulder position made a clicking sound, and the orderer who never relied on physical strength actually showed such a method.
Then the critic's eyes widened: "A substitute again?!"
The person in front of me feels the same as a straw man!
But Qin Sanshui smiled faintly under the palm of the critic: "The substitute you see may not be a substitute."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sailor Qin San made a seal, as if he had caught something invisible!