The sky fire burns in Lin'an City, and there is spiritual energy converted into it. Ordinary water is difficult to extinguish. As long as it is touched, it will continue to burn until the spiritual energy is exhausted.

Just like adding a cosolvent, the rushing speed and combustion intensity of the fire light are higher and stronger.

Most of the flames in the city have been suppressed by Taoist Ziwei, who used the five elements spell to transform the flames, leaving only the last burning place, at the edge of the city, but the burning of the firelight covers some unknown things.

"Swish"

The mountain ghost on fire, holding the weak Qingqing, rushed out of the sea of ​​fire. The sharp sword energy rolled and spread, cutting the fire in front and behind for a moment, allowing him to rush out of this Jedi.

Hua Qing immediately stepped forward to rescue, pinched the spiritual energy Gouyu in his hand, and made the little Five Elements Spell, the moment his finger touched the mountain ghost, dispersed the flames on his body, and turned into cool flowing water, sweeping across the mountain ghost.

The white steam wrapped around the swordsman, like clouds and mist, and there was also the sound of the war horses in the back, and Xiao Tie rushed over.

He jumped off his war horse and rushed to the mountain ghost. Seeing Qingqing intact, everyone felt relieved.

"Save him!"

Qingqing was a little confused by the scorching heat of the sky, but after being rescued, she grabbed the mountain ghost's hand tightly and said in a weak tone:

"There is still someone in the fire. He saved me, save him."

The mountain ghost raised his head and nodded slightly to Xiao Tie. The latter did not hesitate and turned around and walked into the fire.

"boom"

The tall figure as tall as a mountain crashed into the fire, not afraid of the erosion of the burning flames. The golden flame in the heart ignited, and the thousand-year-old holy fire blessed the body, causing the surrounding sky flames to be curled outwards.

In a red scene, Xiao Iron walked a few steps forward and searched left and right.

Soon, he dragged something out of the fire.

Very miserable.

It should be an individual, but he had been burned by the flames and was burned with all his limbs and bodies, like a deer that accidentally entered the fire, with blood and flesh cracks, and the heat rising.

When he was dragged out by Xiao Tie, he was still curled up, with his limbs wrapped in front of him, as if his body was protecting some of the most precious treasures.

"this"

Hua Qing, who had seen her for so many years, was also stunned.

Not only because this man sacrificed himself to protect Qingqing in the fire, but also because he also realized that there was still a faint blood flowing in this flesh that should have been burned to death.

Even if he was burned like this, he was not dead.

"Blood, he needs blood,"

Qingqing, who was held by the mountain ghost, struggled for a moment. She looked at the unrecognizable corpse and seemed to rush out. She said anxiously to the people around her, and asked the mountain ghost to grab her finger immediately.

Sure enough, there was a wound that was cut by himself on Qingqing's five fingers on his left hand.

Because of being drained from blood, Qingqing's left hand looked blue and white, just like the blood in the whole palm was drained for half. Her weakness when she was rescued was not because of the burning of the flames, but because of excessive blood loss.

"Is this lifeless?"

Xiao Iron Gun asked in a muffled voice.

Among everyone present, he belonged to him and knew more about You Wuming. He also knew that You Wuming practiced the strange blood sea magic skills, which should be considered the best skill in the martial arts of the martial arts in the world.

No wonder he could last for so long in this heavenly fire that burned all his body.

"Where is his left hand?"

Hua Qing squatted beside the burning and bloody body. Seeing that the elbow was missing, she asked.

Qingqing pointed to the ground in front of her, surrounded by a sea of ​​fire. Hua Qing suddenly stood up and took a few steps forward. She pinched her magic tricks with her hand, transformed with spiritual energy, and surging water from her hands, sprinkled forward, extinguishing the fire.

The next moment, as the steam rose, everyone saw the magic knife inserted in the scorched earth.

The white bone stem as white as jade was shaped into a knife pattern and knife hole like a hideous beast's teeth, as well as the blade edge of the straight blade, swallowing and spitting out a strange red light, wrapped in hot air. Through the gloomy hole of the knife pattern, there were harsh ghost crying lingering.

"Don't be evil"

A meaningful light flashed in Hua Qing's eyes.

The magic knife in front of me is the inheritance of Kunlun Immortal Pool. It has been left in Kunlun for thousands of years and is also the main body of the inheritance of the Immortal Pool to outline the "Blood Sea Spirit Realm".

That plan is no more gentle than the Ten Thousand Spirit Formation in Penglai.

When the magic sword was snatched by Zhang Moye, Hua Qing was just a half-year-old child. It was because of the magic sword that he encountered the disaster of being taken over by Qingyuejun.

He was very familiar with this magic knife.

His eyes moved upwards, and he grabbed a broken arm on the bone shank of the magic knife. His flesh and blood had been bitten by the magic knife and burned by the sky fire. Only the dark bones were left, like ghost claws, buckled on the shank of the knife.

This scene is enough to answer everyone's doubts.

They could also use this to piece together what happened between You Wuming, Qingqing and the Magic Knife.

"Forget it, for Qingqing's sake."

Xiao Tie shook his head and reached out to stop the mountain ghost from cutting his fingers. He took off the Tiangang armor and placed it on the burned body under his feet, saying to the mountain ghost:

"Brother Shangui, I borrowed my blood to use it for you. My blood should be more effective for him."

Shan Gui nodded, pulled out Chengying, and used his sword to cut it on the palm of the little iron hand.

"clang"

The sound of metal and stone clashes.

With Chengying's unparalleled sharpness, he only slightly cuts the skin of the palm, and no blood drips flow out.

"Brother Shangui uses some force."

Xiao Tie replied a little embarrassedly.

He also reduced the power of the Holy Fire Body Forging Technique. The mountain ghost looked at him meaningfully and used his sword again. The black shadow flashed by, and a few drops of light golden blood dripping on his mindless body.

The blood sea magic skill that was instinctively operated was already exhausted, like a shriveled sponge that had sucked most of the blood. The moment those drops of blood dripped into the cracked skin, the technique began to wander again.

The blood with the breath of the pure holy fire dripped into the body. The huge vitality contained in it made the rest of You Wuming, who was already in danger, tremble again like a dead tree in spring.

The fireworks that penetrated into the body were squeezed out, the severely damaged internal organs began to repair, and the cracks of the flesh and blood were also recovering. Under the burned skin, a new dermis was also growing under the operation of blood.

"The Blood Sea Demonic Art, practiced to the extreme, and was reborn from the drop of blood. It is indeed worthy of the unique skills in the world."

Hua Qing exclaimed.

He slid his fingers with a folding fan and sprinkled a few drops of his blood on his reshaped body.

"This injury is too serious, and the magic skill can only save his life."

Shan Gui shook his head and said in a low tone:

"Even if the body can be restored, people will be destroyed. Why does he sacrifice his life to save you? What is the relationship between you and him? Do my brother know?"

Faced with a series of inquiries from Brother Shangui, Qingqing, whose cheeks were pale, watched the anxious body under her feet gradually recover. She pursed her lips and said in a complicated tone:

"It's a friend, my senior brother knows it."

"Just a friend?"

Hua Qing's eyes turned and said in a strange tone:

"I don't think it's very similar."

"Bang"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure with five-colored gauze fell from the sky, smashing into the burning sky fire like a meteor, and the ground was shaken.

When everyone looked back, they saw the cold air rolling away like a storm, sweeping across the sea of ​​fire and pressing the light of fire into the cold, just like winter is coming.

The original scorching heat was quickly eliminated, and after a few breaths, the burning sky fire quickly dissipated, leaving only a few stubborn flames, which were still flashing on the ground.

On the frozen scorched earth, Chen Qiu swayed his sleeves to disperse the last trace of cold air.

This move is like the Taoist ritual of immortals, but its essence is still a qualitative change in martial arts.

"There are still remnants of Penglai in the city. If you don't go to subdue demons and eliminate demons, you won't be lazy here."

He walked over quickly and said something to the others.

Xiao Tie was the most honest. When he saw his elder brother speak, he grabbed Juque, turned over and jumped onto the mechanism of war horse, turned around and rushed into the city where the chaos had reached the last moment. Hua Qing also bowed to Chen Qiu, turned around and left with a sword box on his back.

"Senior brother, I"

Qingqing looked ashamed. She felt that she had caused trouble for her senior brother, but before she could finish her apology, she was interrupted by Chen Qiu's wave.

He said in a gentle tone:

"It's good if the result is good. There is no need to explain the process in detail. Go to the city to find Li Baoguo and gather the dispersed soldiers and knights. My junior sister will come forward before going after everything is over.

This is the first time that the Queen of the Great Chu has made a real appearance, so it is impossible to be careless.

Brother, you think you have already had a great time fighting today. Is it good to be with Qingqing next?"

"Um."

The mountain ghost held Chengying upside down, and a nasal sound came from under the ghost's face.

He said:

"This battle in Lin'an has not helped my brother too much. My martial arts need to be polished. However, that ancestor has not been killed, right?"
To be continued...