Zhuang Quan seemed to be wary of this attack. After all, the Evil Spirit Evil Body was most afraid of Yang energy, and Karmic Fire was one of the few rare Yang energy in the world.
Zhuang Quan raised his hand, and a large amount of black gas surged out of his body. It condensed into a finger above his head and pointed at the Karmic Fire.
This was Zhuang Quan's ultimate technique — Mountain River Finger!
However, all the power was converted from True Essence into black gas, and it was filled with an evil energy that made one's heart palpitate.
"Boom!"
The black finger hit the Karmic Fire and blocked the Sword Qi for a moment before it exploded. The crimson red Sword Qi shot forward with an indomitable will, shooting straight into his body.
Zhuang Quan's chest was pierced by the Sword Qi again, and a large amount of black gas burst out.
Yang Qingxuan charged forward with his sword.
Zi Yuan shouted, "Don't touch that black gas!"
Yang Qingxuan stopped in his tracks. The black gas gushing out from Zhuang Quan's chest continued to spread, pressing in all directions. Yang Qingxuan frowned and shouted, "Disperse!" He also took a few steps back.
Zi Yuan said, "Once this black gas is absorbed into the body, it's even more terrifying than poison. It's difficult to expel it."
At the same time, she said suspiciously, "This is the purest Dark Night Energy. Who is this person?"
Yang Qingxuan stared at the black gas. After Zhuang Quan was injured by his sword, he spat out a large amount of black gas, and then his figure flashed and dodged to the side.
"Oh no! Be careful! "
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. His figure was like a sword, and he slashed at the black gas without caring about how powerful it was. Zhuang Quan flashed in the direction where the ferryman disciples were gathered. However, other than his Eyes of Fire and Gold, the other disciples could not see Zhuang Quan at all.
"Ah!!"
Two screams were heard. The corpses in the black gas flashed, and the two disciples at the front were caught by Zhuang Quan. He bit one of them on the neck.
"Ah! — "
That disciple screamed, and his face twisted. Then, his skin and flesh shrank, and his eyes bulged. His whole body turned pale.
The other disciple who was caught was scared out of his wits. He cried out hoarsely, "Save me, save me!"
He also used all of his strength to hit Zhuang Quan's head. He flattened Zhuang Quan's head, but to no avail. After absorbing the flesh and blood of that disciple, the flat head quickly recovered.
The rest of the disciples were so scared that their legs turned to jelly. How could they dare to step forward?
Zhuang Quan was sucking on the flesh and blood when he saw Yang Qingxuan rushing over. Before he could finish sucking, he threw the half-dead disciple over.
Yang Qingxuan did not know whether the disciple was dead or not. He hurriedly withdrew his Sword Qi and gently lifted the disciple with his hand. He then placed him on the ground and rushed towards Zhuang Quan.
With this delay, Zhuang Quan's teeth had already sunk into another disciple's neck. At the same time, he flew toward the other ferryman disciples. The black gas on his body directly sprayed onto the ferryman disciples.
"Ah!!"
The disciples who were infected by the black gas were so frightened that they screamed and hurriedly ran away.
Yang Qingxuan did not care about anything else. He rushed into the black gas and slashed at Zhuang Quan. At the same time, he shouted, "You guys go first!"
Hua Zhang and the others were anxious and afraid. When they saw Yang Qingxuan fighting the monster in the black gas, they knew that they would be a burden if they went up. They immediately ordered, "Let's retreat first and wait for Master Qing Xuan at the top of the mountain in front."
Bel landed not far away and brought the disciple whose blood had been sucked and whose fate was unknown, along with him. As long as there was hope for survival, they could not leave their companions behind.
Yuan Kui stared at the two fighting figures in the black gas and snorted coldly. He also left with the others.
"Who are you? How do you recognize me? "Yang Qingxuan's fire sword moved freely in the black gas. He kept slashing out rays of fire to disperse the black gas.
"Let me see Zi Yuan." Zhuang Quan held the disciple with both hands and kept dodging. At this time, his head appeared in front of the disciple. His mouth was full of blood, but his eyes were shining.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. Zhuang Quan's originally charred face had already recovered a little. If this continued, he would be able to fully recover if he sucked the blood of a few more people.
His murderous aura surged as he swept the Nanming Li Fire Sword in the air. Sparks of fire appeared in a straight line and turned into sword qi that shot out.
Zhuang Quan held the disciple and retreated. At the same time, he reached out his hand and pointed at the Sword Qi.
"Bang, bang!"
The power of his fingers was suppressed, but it was effective in blocking the Sword Qi.
Half of the ferryman disciple's body was stained with blood and was twitching continuously. He looked like he was not dead yet. Yang Qingxuan was also hesitant to attack.
Every time Zhuang Quan was forced into a desperate situation, he would use the ferryman disciple's body as a shield, forcing Yang Qingxuan to withdraw his attacks.
"Let me see Zi Yuan." Zhuang Quan said again.
"Show me your identity first!" Yang Qingxuan's face became colder and colder. The disciple's twitching had stopped. He was probably not dead yet. Without any more hesitation, a powerful sword force suddenly burst out, creating a red lotus in the air and slashing at him.
Zhuang Quan threw the disciple to Yang Qingxuan, while he took advantage of the momentum to retreat.
Yang Qingxuan caught the disciple and looked at him. There was only a layer of skin left on his body. His blood and flesh had been sucked dry. His face was also like a layer of skin stuck to his skull. Only his eyes were bulging out. It was extremely terrifying. And he was already dead.
"Damn it!"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked and angry. The sword intent on his body burst out and he quickly chased after him.
Zhuang Quan had already escaped a thousand feet away and his speed was not slow.
The two of them chased for a while. Then, some disciples flew over from the sky. Zhuang Quan immediately rushed over.
Yang Qingxuan was anxious and shouted from behind, "Be careful!"
Those disciples did not react in time. Zhuang Quan grabbed a woman and flashed a thousand feet away.
"Ah!" The woman screamed as she was bitten to death.
"What's going on? Ah, wife! " A martial artist cried out in pain.
"Go after them!"
"Is that thing a human or a ghost? Why does it look so scary? "
This group of martial artists was shocked, and they all started talking at once.
Yang Qingxuan's face was gloomy. Like a Sword Qi, he swept past them and chased after them.
The group of disciples panicked. They took out their weapons and chased after them. But after a while, they could not even see Yang Qingxuan and Zhuang Quan's shadows.
"Brother Song Ji, my condolences. A real man does not have to worry about not having a wife. It's just a woman. If she's gone, then she's gone. When Brother Song breaks through to the Sky Realm, there will be plenty of girls throwing themselves at you. "Seeing that they could not catch up, they could only give up and comfort the warrior.
The martial artist sighed. His sadness quickly disappeared, and he could not help but nod as he listened.
Yang Qingxuan chased after Zhuang Quan for hundreds of miles. After Zhuang Quan sucked the woman dry, not only did he replenish his stamina, but his body, which had been destroyed by the lightning, also recovered a lot. Even his strength had improved significantly.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. Zhuang Quan had changed from running away in a panic to running away calmly. If he sucked a few more people, he would not need to run away anymore. At that time, he would be the one running away.
He was very anxious and increased his speed again. However, what made his expression change greatly was that a few more martial artists were flying in front of them. Zhuang Quan's eyes lit up and he grinned. "Heh, heh."
"Run!" Yang Qingxuan shouted at those people. In his anxiety, his face suddenly froze. He recognized those people. They were Luo Ye and a few other disciples of the Limitless Sword School.
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