What about the option one of the sword holders?

Chen Gongxingdao:

"The last time I was just a theoretical assessment, which shows that I was right. You are indeed a talented sword-holder, but you have only been refining your energy. Before you even go to the battlefield, if you die here, I will die at the sword-holder in three days."

Xiao Ran shook his head calmly, feeling that Chen Gongxing underestimated Youming.

"We are already on the battlefield."

The two old Nascent Souls coached, so they didn't take Youming seriously.

"Bo Yunzi is watching the top of the mountain. If there is really danger, taking the risk of using the array thunder will save you. Relax your mind and just treat it as a trial."

Xiao Ran smiled helplessly:

"The Netherworld won't give me a trial."

After saying that, he slashed out with a casual sword. Even though he was driven by spiritual power, his sword power was stacked layer by layer, whistling like a dragon, and he was still quickly swallowed by Netherworld.

The sword that killed Ye Fan in seconds was nothing but a big deal in front of Netherworld.

"This Netherworld is different. His eyes can change shapes, and his limbs are too thin. When the two cooperate, they will extract spiritual power at a strange hypnotic speed, which may evolve like a snowball."

The older brother Ouyang said:

"Don't be alarmed, Youming is also a creature. Can we, three Yuanying monks, deal with one Golden Pill Youming?"

The three of them flashed, showing a horn-like shape, surrounding Netherworld in the middle.

"Samadhi True Lihuo!"

Three yellow flames from the Yuanying Realm swelled out and burned towards the Netherworld, and merged into white flames on the Netherworld.

Nether Ming was quickly burned to ashes, and in a blink of an eye, he climbed up among the ashes, condensed into the shape of a sun flower again.

"Um?"

What's even more incredible is that Youming actually absorbed the power of the Nascent Soul in the flames and quickly upgraded to Youming in the Nascent Soul!

The three of them were shocked.

"How is that possible!"

"What kind of ghost is this?"

Maybe it’s the Emperor’s Netherworld!

Xiao Ran thought so.

The Netherworld, which Ye Fan incarnated, seemed to have the resources of the great emperor in the Netherworld, absorbing spirits infinitely, constantly reborn and evolved in death...

There are usually only two ways to deal with the Netherworld.

The first one is to use a high spiritual pressure long-range spell to suppress the spiritual power that exceeds the upper limit of the Netherworld's absorption, destroying the Netherworld's body.

Unfortunately, the Samadhi Zhenlihuo, who is sure to win, failed.

Next, there is only the second solution - close-fitting sword fighting, physical salvation.

Among the three, Chen Gongxing, the best swordsman, flashed his figure.

He stepped close to Netherworld and slashed with a sword.

Now it’s the Nascent Soul vs. the Nascent Soul!

Even if Chen Gong practiced a solid body and first-class swordsmanship, it was difficult to win quickly. He was soon entangled by the thick limbs of Netherworld and fell into a hard struggle.

With one sword, the touch limbs will immediately grow out on the spot...

The speed of swinging the sword could not keep up with the speed of the growth of the touch limbs. If Chen Gong had not been able to step into the blind spot of the touch limbs step by step, he would have been gone long ago.

Seeing this, the two old men realized the seriousness of the problem. They were old and had their body omissions. They gave it for free when they went up, so they looked up and shouted:

"This is not something that we can solve for the Netherworld monks like us. Senior Brother Chen cannot die. Please ask Senior Brother Bo Yunzi to quickly lower the formation thunder to kill this Nether!"

Main Peak Eye.

Bo Yunzi sat cross-legged and fell into silence, making it difficult to make a decision for a while.

Jianping, behind the two old men, Xiao Ran, who had been regarded as air, led Chuyan to the front of them.

"Let's wait!"

Xiao Ran felt that the humanoid Netherworld that appeared at Zhijian Peak yesterday was likely to have some connection with this Netherworld.

When the Netherworld saw the strong man, he could judge the situation and ran away.

Ye Fan, the predecessor of this Netherworld, was also an old Yinbi. In the previous battle, he deliberately used the stone wall to trap him and lure him to break the wall and hit the black tower.

Therefore, the sun flower in front of you is likely to be smarter than everyone imagines, and it is likely to be trapped!

If there is a high-level Netherworld ambushing outside the mountain protection formation at this moment, once the formation thunder blasts, the flaws are revealed, and the high-level Netherworld takes advantage of the opportunity and enters. If the master is not here, the head of the sect will be Mian Xiu, and Zong Zhishan may be destroyed.

But Chen Gongxing is already in a tough battle and is in danger of his life at any time. Yinyue Zhenren is still on the road, and she is not good at fighting...

The situation is urgent and can't be delayed anymore. Xiao Ran now has a plan and said to the two old coaches:

"Please ask the two senior brothers to protect me here, beware of the Netherworld raid and give me a hundred breaths."

With this situation, the two coaches dare not rely on their seniority anymore.

"good."

Xiao Ran then said to Chu Yan behind him:

"You can send spiritual power to my dantian."

Chu Yan was slightly stunned and reminded in a low voice:

"Can you bear the spiritual power of the Golden Pill Realm?"

Xiao Ran was speechless. When is it time? I still think about such a small matter!

"Why didn't you ask me if I could stand it?"

The two coaches' faces froze and they couldn't keep up with the young people's thinking for a long time.

Chu Yan's face did not blush and her heart did not beat. She stood behind Xiao Ran, gathering her spirits in her palms.

She didn't have to bend down, and she raised her palm to be the front and back of Xiao Ran's dantian.

With a pinch of his palm, a majestic classical spiritual power burst into Xiao Ran’s Qi Sea!

"puff--"

Xiao Ran couldn't resist, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, gritting his teeth and calmed down.

"Would you be gentler?"

"Oh, OK."

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Chapter completed!