After the black-robed monk used his secret technique, he was not afraid of the crowd at all. He casually discarded the ink sword, rushed into the crowd, and resisted the joint attack of several people.
The mountain peaks could not shake and could not bear the aftermath of the battle.
"Junior brother!"
The remaining disciple did not participate in the battle, but jumped into the big hole created by Yang Xiaobao and helped Yang Xiaobao up.
"I'm fine." Yang Xiaobao was helped up by the disciple. The hand holding the gentian was trembling, and the tiger's mouth was already split and bleeding.
Even in his physical body, there were other injuries, including broken ribs, bloody flesh, and tingling meridians. It seemed that the black-robed monk's acquired Gang Qi had invaded his body.
boom!
Yang Xiaobao and the disciple jumped up and left the pit. Six figures on the top of the mountain were already fighting, causing the ground to shake.
The blood-red Houtian Gang Qi drowned everything, making it difficult to see what was happening, but there were also other Houtian Gang Qi oscillating in it, fighting against it.
He glanced at the sky from the corner of his eye. The battle between Lu Qing and Qin Chen had not yet decided the winner. There was still a scene of flames burning the sky and waves of blood. They seemed to be inseparable and evenly matched.
"Deacon and the others don't seem to have the upper hand."
Yang Xiaobao changed his hand to hold gentian and wanted to join the battle, but with his current cultivation level, he seemed unable to do so.
What's more, the black-robed monk had already injured him with one blow, and his combat power was reduced. I'm afraid that even with all his strength, he wouldn't be able to break through the bloody armor outside.
Bang!
The two figures were knocked out by the big bloody hands one after another. Yang Xiaobao and another disciple jumped out, caught the two of them, turned over and landed on the ground. The terrifying force made Yang Xiaobao and others move back ten feet with one deep mark with one kick.
Only after a few steps did he stop his retreat,
"Here, senior brother, hold on!"
Yang Xiaobao hugged the disciple and felt warmth in his hands. He looked down and quickly used Houtian Gang Qi to help him stop the bleeding.
It turned out that his chest had been torn apart by the black-robed monk, and blood was flowing out, staining his clothes and his hands red.
Yang Xiaobao wanted to take out medicine to help him heal his injuries, but he didn't know where the burden on him was, and the medicine was all there.
"I...have medicine..."
The corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he pointed weakly at a bag on his waist with one hand, and said very weakly.
Yang Xiaobao quickly reached out and took off the bag. There were some pills inside, which seemed to help the circulation of acquired qi and promote the recovery of blood qi. No matter how many there were, he would feed him each one.
And the Tiangang Qi passed through after circulation, helping him heal his injuries and refine the medicinal power.
"Heaven and Earth Sect, nothing more than that!"
From the top of the peak, the maniacal laughter of the black-robed monks came, and then the even more terrifying fluctuations of Houtian Gangqi came, and a huge explosion of "bang" shook the mountain.
The three deacons were forced back and fell down one after another. Each of them was in a very embarrassed state, with many wounds on their bodies and blood all over their bodies.
The black-robed monk stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at several people. He was dressed in blood-colored armor, and the five big blood-colored hands on his back transformed into swords, guns, swords and halberds. He was like a demon god slowly coming to the world!
His eyes swept across everyone, and then fell on Yang Xiaobao.
"Boy, no one can save you today!"
The black-robed monk smiled sadly and walked over step by step. The aura of the tenth level of acquired heaven slowly pressed down.
"You palace bug, you are too happy too early!"
The deacon surnamed Yang snorted coldly, and he and the other two deacons blocked the front again.
"Can you stop me?"
The black-robed monk did not take the three of them seriously, and the five big bloody hands behind him instantly transformed into the shape of five sharp war spears.
"The blood is burning!"
The three deacons performed the secret technique at the same time, and the qi and blood in their bodies were burned and tempered through a special technique path, briefly gaining stronger power, and even their own acquired qi was stained with blood.
In an instant, the aura increased dramatically. Although it was not as good as the black-robed monk, it was still greatly improved!
"What a nuisance!"
The expression of the black-robed monk could not be seen clearly, but his tone was very dissatisfied. The sharp war spears transformed by the five big blood-colored hands were like five big blood-colored snakes, choosing people to bite and piercing them continuously, trying to pierce the three of them!
boom!
The three deacons were not easy-going people. After using secret techniques to increase their combat power, they joined forces to fight against the enemy and actually held back the black-robed monk.
Although no visions appeared, their acquired auras were different, some bloomed with a quiet brilliance, some exuded a murderous aura, and some suppressed with a thick aura.
"Three deacons, I'm afraid they won't be able to stop us for long!"
Yang Xiaobao looked solemn, and while helping the disciple refine the medicine, he was thinking about ways to break the situation.
Although the secret method of blood burning can help a warrior temporarily improve his strength, once the duration is over, the loss of blood will cause the warrior's strength to drop rapidly.
By that time, the black-robed monk is afraid that he will be able to kill everyone present!
"Deacon Lu..."
Yang Xiaobao glanced at the sky out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know when the scene in the sky had changed.