The cry for help was not long before the light and sound of the spell reached the place where the two of them were.

Since the team has been formed, there is no conflict of interests at this time, and the safety of companions is naturally the top priority. Falling down has a full impact, He Miaomiao and Shen Sanfeng are all people who understand, without saying a word, they pretended to be spiritual fruits, and cautiously lurked away.

"He Daoyou, Shen Daoyou, don't hurry up and help!"

He Miaomiao and Shen Sanfeng had already gathered their breath and approached the battlefield, and the four monks who were looking for fault didn't see it at all, and they wanted to sneak attack behind, but Han Tingshan's fool actually screamed.

Shen Sanfeng's slender eyes narrowed slightly, obviously angry.

But his movements in his hands were not slow, and he casually threw out a black spirit flag, heavy black qi like a ghost, floating in the air for a moment, and even formed four or five vague figures, running away with their smoky mouths wide open.

He Miaomiao also made a move at the same time, and by the way, he glanced at Shen Sanfeng with his spare eyes, and the heart and path contact had been for several days, but he didn't see that this person was still an evil cultivator.

Her phantom exploded in the air, turning into a spirit needle as thin as a cow's hair, and shot towards a female cultivator of the twelfth layer of qi refining.

The female cultivator smiled at the corner of her mouth, only to feel that He Miaomiao was overwhelmed.

She was dressed in a revealing red dress clinging to her body, her chest was half exposed during her movements, and the red silk attacks on her hands were sometimes soft as water, and sometimes as tough as a sword.

The soft slender waist bent at an incredible angle in He Miaomiao's attack, and the coquettish movements did not look like a fight of life and death, but seemed to be dancing slowly.

But the speed of Hongyan is extremely fast, every time she rushes towards He Miaomiao's dantian to know the sea, or the heart vein, there are layers of crescent-like qi waves in the flash of inspiration, hiding in the main move and lurking secretly, making people unguardable.

He Miaomiao had already left the team and came to a remote place, and the rest of the people were the same, scattered to fight each other.

Seeing that there was no one around, her momentum rose, and the black evil qi that she deliberately concealed was hidden in the aura, and the thin needles turned into phantoms froze in the air for a moment, and suddenly with a very strong momentum, she condensed into a whip shape and stirred the red silk.

Whew... The thin needle glowing with a faint blue light volatilizes poison as soon as it is stained with red silk, destroying half of it with evil energy.

The female cultivator was so angry that her eyes were red, and she yelled "accept your life", and as soon as she put her hands away, the two red silk threads attacked like a swimming dragon.

He Miaomiao's toes kept tapping, leaping or leaning over, and every time she could analyze the trajectory of Hong Aya with her strong sea knowledge, she just happened to avoid the killing moves.

While dodging, the phantom never relaxed at all, sometimes turning into a long whip with a pure evil spirit, and sometimes turning into an undetectable thin needle to hide in the shadows and sneak attack.

Her sea knowledge is much stronger than that of a female cultivator, and while analyzing the other party's tricks, it is effortless to run the phantom!

When he saw a thin needle glowing with a poisonous blue light, lurking in the female cultivator's ear and rubbing a slight blood mark, He Miaomiao's heart was relieved, the speed of the attack slowed down, and he retracted his mind and used it to dodge, which seemed more relaxed.

When she made a move, she knew that the other party was not the kind of soft person she appeared on the outside, and if she really wanted to whip the other party's body, or pierce the spirit needles into her Zhihai Dantian, the chance was really small.

But the poison on the phantom is the essence of the red scale python, and it is only twelve layers of qi refining, even if it is contaminated in the slightest in the fighting method, it is a dead end!

He Miaomiao's attack weakened, and the smile on the corner of the female cultivator's mouth deepened, only that her spiritual power was exhausted, and she had no power to fight back.

When Hongyan was defiled, she only thought that the other party was evil, and she didn't think about the possibility of toxins.

What He Miaomiao wants is for her to ignore the poison, lest she be overly guarded and it will be difficult for the spirit needle to break through the shield.

She knew very well what kind of mentality the monks of one or two small realms were in the lower realm, and the deliberate weakness at this time made the other party lower their guards, and they thought that they were victorious.

As everyone knows, overconfidence is conceit, and conceit is like a seemingly weak spider web, and when it is completely glued, it is too late to react!

She has ten second-order talismans in her hands, and she even has a big killing move like a strange fire, so she can't help but retreat at this time, but because she doesn't want to expose it.

What's more, the other three were still fighting fiercely, and if she ended early, it would be impossible for her to come forward to help.

In a one-on-one battle, the distribution of storage bags is just fair, and if she forcibly intervenes, she will not get half of the gratitude, but will be annoying.

The female cultivator's attack became stronger and stronger, but she didn't even touch the corner of He Miaomiao's clothes, and she began to have doubts in her heart, and the strength of the other party was probably not below her.

However, she didn't think He Miaomiao could defeat.

The female cultivator's move failed again, looking at He Miaomiao, who was about to land in mid-air, a flash of inspiration flashed in her hand, and two second-order red flame talismans carried blazing fire, one left and one right like two burning pythons about to devour their prey.

The speed of the talisman is extremely fast, but He Miaomiao has already taken precautions, entering the mountains where monks and demon beasts are endless, almost everyone will prepare a few talismans to save their lives, how can she not guard against the other party.

When the red light appeared on the nun's fingertips, her heart moved, and the orange flame was like a thin mask of light, wrapping her whole body tightly.

At the same time, he rolled on the spot, dodging the strongest flames, and the rest of the attacks were consumed by the strange fire in the blink of an eye.

The moment she got up, the strange fire had already retracted into her body, and the whole movement was done in one go, so fast that it was impossible to see how she avoided it.

Seeing this, the female cultivator's heart tightened, she only saw He Miaomiao's body light up, and before she could react, the light had disappeared again, but the two red flame talismans were like mud cows entering the sea, and they didn't even hurt the other party's hair!

Seeing that although He Miaomiao was disheveled and looked a little embarrassed, in fact, she only suffered some injuries that had nothing to do with her life, and she was even more sure that she had defensive treasures hidden on her body, and the grade was definitely above the second order!

The female cultivator's greed instantly overwhelmed her defense, and she was reluctant to waste the talisman, and the red silk in her hand was fast and ruthless, and she couldn't wait to kill it immediately and seize the treasure!

He Miaomiao saw that the blood marks on the nun's ears had turned black, and as soon as her steps turned, she immediately began to counterattack.

At the moment of making the move, she paid attention to the battle of the rest of the people, and saw that Jiang Mulin and Shen Sanfeng had just solved their opponents, and only Han Tingshan was still fighting to the death, so she no longer hid her strength and was ready to fight quickly!

At the same time as the female cultivator strengthened her attack, the speed of blood flow spiritual power naturally became faster, and the blackened blood marks on her ears had already spread into her body.

Seeing He Miaomiao turn around and stab the needle dagger into her heart, she was still a little disapproving, and when she was about to dodge, she suddenly felt that her mind sank, and the reaction of Zhihai's mind was instantly sluggish, and even stopped for a moment.

When she bit the tip of her tongue and tried to wake up, she saw that the small dagger like a willow leaf had pierced deep into her heart.

"You..." the nun slowly raised her head, her red lips closed as if she wanted to say something, but she only uttered a few inaudible syllables, and then collapsed to the ground with her eyes wide open.