At this time, the Killing Daoist felt so uncomfortable all over his body, the strange needle-like thing kept rotating in his body, making him feel unbearable, although he desperately suppressed it with his true qi, but the golden needle still made him miserable.

Kill him, kill him!

The crazy shouts kept churning in the hearts of the Killing Daoists. As a person in the Demon Dao, it is not that he has not suffered a loss in killing a Daoist, but this kind of loss in a person whose cultivation is very different from him, it is the first time that he has suffered from a Killing Daoist.

He was unwilling, he wanted to kill this person who humiliated him, he wanted to tear him to pieces! Although the painful needle in his body was still running, he still retained the strength to kill Yi Chu. This human, he will kill no matter what.

"Look at the flying sword!" Yi Chu shouted the word flying sword again the moment the Killing Daoist walked towards him. At the moment these two words were shouted, the Killing Daoist instinctively moved, but then he showed a cold smile.

"Boy, don't play this trick of yours, Lao Tzu also played this when he was young, I advise you not to use these little tricks and small means, they can't penetrate Lao Tzu's body at all!" The Killing Daoist said to Yi Chu with a mockery, which made the Killing Daoist very proud.

Yi Chu was stunned for a moment under the contempt of the Killing Daoist. Then he smiled and said, "Killing Daoist, since you think it doesn't matter, then we might as well play it again and watch the flying sword." As he spoke, Yi Chu shook his hand and hit a handful of steel nails.

The steel nails were about half a foot long, and the sharp tips of the nails shimmered with a little coldness. These steel nails were the bits and pieces that Yi Chu picked up when he came out of the Red Blood Valley, but he didn't expect them to be crooked, and they happened to be used on the body of the Killing Daoist at this time.

The Killing Daoist is really a hero, looking at these flashing steel nails, he didn't even dodge, and between the skills on his body, he strode towards Yi Chu, at this time, he was only a few feet away from Yi Chu.

Forcing a person who annoys you to death step by step, his fear before death is the best way for you to vent your inner hatred, at this time, the killing Taoist hated Yi Chu to the core, so he had to torture Yi Chu step by step, the guy who ruined his good deeds, and the pain of the steel needle added more anger to him.

"Look at the flying sword", Yi Chu shook his hand again and punched out a steel nail, but in this steel nail, he hid three shining things.

A dazzling flight out did not attract the attention of the Killing Daoist at all, his eyes at this time were already fixed on Yi Chu's neck, he wanted to strangle this hateful guy to death little by little, as long as this way, he could show his reputation as a Killing Daoist.

"Dangdang poof", the moment the endless steel nails landed, there were three things that flickered with cold light, but they were inserted into the body of the Killing Daoist. As soon as these three things entered the body, the Killing Daoist felt that there were three more big holes in his body!

The heart and lungs are the most important, and these three things are pierced between the hearts and lungs of the Killing Daoist. Although he had cultivated to the realm of liquid, he still couldn't ignore the injuries of his heart and lungs when he killed a living Daoist.

Under the shaking of his body, the body of the Killing Daoist almost fell, but the Killing Daoist still insisted on standing there, his palm slowly inserted into a blood hole, and slowly groped in it.

"Poof", the blood hole is like rain, spilling out the Dao Changhong, and with this blood rain, there is a dazzling flying sword in the hand of the killing Daoist.

"You...... How can you use a flying sword as a secret weapon?" The unwilling Killing Daoist finally spit out this sentence from his mouth that made him feel extremely aggrieved.

Yi Chu looked at the Killing Daoist whose body was constantly trembling, where did he dare to slack off at this time? With a sneer, he raised his leg and kicked towards the head of the Killing Daoist! At this time, according to Yi Chu's cultivation of the Seven Grades, the strength of one kick was thousands of catties.

If the Killing Daoist was not injured, this kick was really nothing to him, but at this time, he had already been injured by the golden needle, and even more seriously, he was pierced into his chest and abdomen by three flying swords. A body of innate true qi that has reached the realm of liquid transformation has been completely drained at this time, where can it resist such a fierce kick from Yi Chu?

"Boom", 10,000 peach blossoms fell little by little, and with the falling peach blossoms, Yi Chu's faint voice came into the ears of the Killing Daoist: "Although the hidden weapon can't be used as a flying sword, it's not that it can't be used as a hidden weapon, killing the Taoist, you have to keep pace with the times when you do anything, if you can't do this, you will die sooner or later!"

"Bang", the body of the killing Taoist, fell to the ground with a bang. His heart was full of unwillingness, but what if he was unwilling, he had no power to return to heaven.

At the moment when the Killing Daoist fell to the ground, Yi Chu breathed a sigh of relief, being able to save a small life in the hands of the Killing Daoist was really an unimaginable thing for him. But now, with the help of all means, he has beheaded this killing Daoist under his hands.

Hurting Song Yuanchen and killing the living Taoist, Yi Chu relied on the golden needle. Therefore, the moment the Killing Daoist fell to the ground, Yi Chu sucked the golden needle out of the Killing Daoist's body.

After confirming that the Killing Daoist was dead, Yi Chu's gaze looked towards Song Yuanchen. And just as he looked at Song Yuanchen, Song Yuanchen's sparkling eyes also looked in his direction.

Song Yuanchen's eyes were bright, but in this gaze, there was a trace of indescribable emotion towards Yi Chu, the man who dared to beat her body. It's not gratitude, it's not resentment, and of course, it's not love.

Seeing Song Yuanchen standing there motionless without saying a word, Yi Chu instinctively felt a trace of danger! Thinking of Song Yuanchen's thousands of momentum in the battle and killing the Daoist just now, Yi Chu's heart to kill Song Yuanchen couldn't help but hesitate.

After groping around a few times on the body of the Killing Daoist, a red storage bag appeared in Yi Chu's hand. He didn't have time to see what was in the storage bag of the Killing Daoist, so he stuffed the storage bag into his bosom and slowly walked in the direction of Song Yuanchen.

Although Song Yuanchen fell to the ground, the moment Yi Chu walked over, there was also a small sword more than half a foot long with silver light on her jade-like palm. The silver light on this small sword was like a starry sky in the sky, and one after another killing machines continued to flash on the sword with the flickering silver light.

"Don't come here, or we'll all be doomed." Song Yuanchen looked at Yi Chu coldly and said through gritted teeth.

Looking at Song Yuanchen, who was slowly accumulating momentum, Yi Chu smiled coldly and said, "It's okay to die together, I can die with a promising Taihao disciple like you, and I also admit it." ”

While speaking, Yi Chu took another step, and this step made Song Yuanchen's hand holding the sword tremble even more!

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