Deacon Fog's black robe was torn into strips by the shock wave generated by the energy explosion. He looked like a beggar, and his aura was completely gone compared to before.
Deacon Wu held the black sickle in his hand and his expression became more and more ugly. He glanced at Xiao Xue who had already stood firm and landed on the ground.
How could he be so embarrassed by a fighting king? The tattered clothes hanging on his body seemed likely to fall apart if the wind blew lightly.
Xiao Xue stood up slowly and looked up at the miserable-looking Deacon Wu, who was so domineering just now that he wanted to kill him with one move.
It looks a little funny now, and I don't know what expression to make on that face that I can't see clearly. It should be quite interesting.
There was a dazzling smile on the corner of Xiao Xue's mouth. In the eyes of Butler Wu, it was mocking herself and even talking about her own incompetence.
Although Butler Wu was severely injured, his strength was still there. Now he looked at the ground with a confused aura, and the two-handed sword was no longer in his hands. As long as he launched another attack, he would be completely killed by him.
"Boy, it's a pity. Your use of strange fire is indeed powerful, but it's not enough to make me lose my fighting ability, but it seems that you can't."
Although it was not the first time to use the large-scale Buddha's Angry Fire Lotus, her body still couldn't bear it. Xiao Xue worked hard to calm down the disorder caused by the breath.
He lowered his head and showed a sly smile, then looked up at Butler Fog.
The weird smile made Deacon Wu not take any rash action. He was also waiting, waiting for all this to be true.
This time he had to kill with one hit, otherwise it would be difficult to take action. After all, Butler Mist himself only had the ability to hit with one hit.
Waiting seems to have become what I have to do now, but I can't stand the provocation of Xiao Xue's Chi Guoguo.
"Hey, that one in the sky, if you are not sure, just leave as soon as possible. Don't worry, I will not spread the news about what happened today, and you will not lose face."
Sure enough, Xiao Xue's words worked, and Butler Wu waved the black sickle angrily.
"Boy, since you are looking for death, don't blame me."
Butler Fog is like an eagle that keeps swooping down on a chicken on the ground.
"Are you ready?"
Xiao Xue seemed to be talking to herself when she suddenly raised her head and faced Butler Mist swooping down from the sky.
With both hands forming seals, an air ball kept changing in the hands, and finally formed an air ball that was much larger than Xiao Xue itself.
Deacon Wu watched the air ball growing in Xiao Xue's hands.
A sarcastic sentence: "Pretend to be a ghost!"
Deacon Wu's black scythe had already struck, but Xiao Xue didn't stop at all, pushing out the air ball with both hands.
The air mass was getting closer and closer, and at the last moment Butler Fog discovered that it was not an air mass transformed from the same fighting spirit.
The energy contained in it was unknown, and Butler Wu was shocked. The body that had been swooping down just now stopped.
The black sickle in his hand quickly rotated to form a protective shield. As soon as it was formed, the air ball hit the protective shield with a "boom".
Butler Mist underestimated the energy of the air mass, and the air mass was like a rocket booster that directly sent Butler Mist into the sky.
"boom!"
A sound came from high in the sky, and Deacon Wu, who was already in ragged clothes, seemed to have nothing to hide himself from.
The black sickle and iron chain were broken inch by inch under the power of the air mass, turning into fragments and slowly drifting from the sky.
Deacon Wu knelt directly in the air, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his face was pale and he looked like a ghost.
He was unwilling to give in, and even more questioning on his face, muttering to himself: How is it possible that he can still have such fighting spirit? How did he meet him?
The chaotic aura just now seems to have become smoother now. Could it be that he was showing weakness just now?
Impossible, how can a fighting king have so much fighting spirit, but how to explain all this?
Xiao Xue once again made the gesture of forming a seal. Deacon Wu was shocked when he saw this, and quickly turned into a ball of black energy and fled.
But before leaving, he still left a cruel message: Boy, I will remember you, Yaoxue, right? You will definitely not be so lucky next time.
The sound floated in the air for a long time, and the black air slowly dissipated.
Xiao Xue, who had been trying to keep her figure steady, spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just now, with the help of Erha, he managed to defeat Deacon Wu with all his might, but now he was already running out of gas.
He held on with his last breath and waited for Butler Wu to leave. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore and his body fell limply.
My vision blurred at this moment, and I saw a cute Erha appearing in front of me, and then I lost consciousness.
When Xiao Xue woke up again, she found herself in a cave.
Erha lay quietly aside and stared at himself, Xiao Xue covered her head, her head felt dizzy, as if she had been beaten.
"Miss, you finally woke up."
As soon as Erha saw Xiao Xue waking up, he immediately sat up and rolled his eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Xiao Xue shook her head and patted her head gently. This battle was too dangerous for her, but luckily she was not in danger.
Erha suddenly stood up and stretched out his two paws. Xiao Xue smiled innocently.
"Two days?"
Erha put down his paws and nodded, then sat down again.
I had a fight and slept for two days, but I don’t know what the situation is like in Syracuse?
Don't they think they are dead? Hey, they have to recover as soon as possible and rush back.
"Erha, protect me."
"Miss, are you really desperate for your life? Can't you just have a good rest and then break through?"
Erha is a little unhappy. Why does it feel like he is trying his best?
"I'm just taking a rest. Don't worry, I'm sensible."
Erha shook his head, got up and walked towards the entrance of the cave, looking back from time to time to look at Xiao Xue who was practicing.
Erha chose a stone, jumped on it, and lay down on the stone. A barrier had been placed at the entrance of the cave, so ordinary monsters and people could not enter.
Xiao Xue took the recovery pill, sat cross-legged, and felt the changes in her body.
The Dou Jing in the body became loose at this moment, which was the first time this happened.
Of course Xiao Xue didn't want to let go of such an opportunity, and the shock caused by the strong pressure was still effective.
After absorbing the surrounding breath, it slowly enters the body and then transforms into fighting spirit.
Fighting energy slowly circulates in the body, and under Xiao Xue's control, it continues to converge along the limbs toward the central Dantian.
The nine little stars continue to absorb the Dou Qi transmitted from the body, and the absorbed Dou Qi circulates in the small stars, and then is injected into the final Dou Crystal like a thin line of transportation pipes.
Dou Jing undergoes subtle changes under the absorption of Dou Qi, slowly gathering bit by bit.
Erha looked back and saw that the fighting energy around his body was flowing smoothly. The light blue fighting energy covered his whole body. It looked like he was about to break through.
Erha yawned and continued to lie on the stone and squinted his eyes slightly.
Time passed bit by bit, and I don’t know how long it took.
Except for the evaporating beads of sweat, everything seemed extraordinarily quiet, and everything seemed to be going well.