"Hmm?"
Seeing that the Little Saint was squatting on the ground and drawing, Fang Qiu started to observe carefully.
He saw.
Between the Little Saint's fingers was a grayish-white energy.
The Little Sacred Lord carved a very smooth and round finger mark on a hard bluestone on the ground as she drew with her finger.
It formed a circle.
"He knows how to draw formations?"
Fang Qiu frowned.
Judging from the Little Saint's movements, he was indeed drawing a formation.
However, formations had long disappeared from this world. Although Fang Qiu knew how to draw them, he only knew a fencing formation and the study of the terrain.
Fang Qiu had never touched the real formations passed down from the ancient times.
If the Little Saint was really using a formation, then he had to take a closer look.
After quickly moving the Qi of Heaven and Earth within a radius of ten kilometers to fill his body, Fang Qiu continued to move the Qi of Heaven and Earth and stored it behind him.
The attack just now was already his strongest attack.
Although the Little Saint Lord had consumed a lot of her energy, it was clear that the Little Saint Lord still had energy left.
Therefore.
In order to deal with the Little Saint's counterattack.
Fang Qiu had to make preparations first!
On the other side.
The Little Saint quickly drew a circle around him and then started to draw divinatory diagrams around the circle. These diagrams were completely opposite to the regular divinatory diagrams.
"Anti-Gossip?"
Fang Qiu raised his eyebrows.
He naturally knew about gossip, but what did this anti-gossip mean?
What was the Little Saint trying to do?
Just when Fang Qiu was full of doubts, the Little Saint spoke.
"Forbidden Technique, Blood Sacrifice!"
As soon as he said that.
He waved his right hand, and an extremely sharp energy slashed across his palm, leaving a deep wound on his palm.
Fresh blood gushed out from his palm.
All of it dripped into the Eight Trigrams formation on the ground.
As the blood dripped into the formation.
The formation on the ground suddenly emitted a layer of scarlet light, completely enveloping the Little Saint's body.
"Hehe …"
The Little Saint, who was still panting, stood in the middle of the formation, bathed in the scarlet light. His eyes were filled with madness as he stared at Fang Qiu with a ferocious expression, as though he was looking at his prey.
"His body is recovering?"
Fang Qiu's face changed.
He could clearly sense that the Little Saint Lord's aura was increasing at a terrifying speed. It felt like a basin of ice water was suddenly boiling.
As his aura expanded.
The Little Saint Lord, who was panting just now, slowly stood up. A confident smile once again appeared on his face.
However …
His face looked very pale.
Moreover.
The blood on his palm was still gushing into the formation beneath his feet.
"You won't bleed to death, right?"
Fang Qiu asked with a sneer.
"Don't I still have your blood to nourish me?"
The Little Saint Lord cackled. Suddenly, his face twitched as if he couldn't bear it anymore. He clenched his right hand, and the wound on his palm healed like a zipper on a shirt as a trace of scarlet energy brushed past it.
The bloody mouth closed.
The array beneath the Little Sacred Lord's feet disappeared.
The last trace of grayish-white energy that was originally lingering around his finger was also exhausted at this moment, and was replaced by a layer of strange energy that looked like a blood mist.
It was strange.
Although Fang Qiu could clearly sense that the Little Saint Lord's aura had completely recovered, there was no energy coming from the Little Saint Lord's body.
It was completely different from before.
"It looks like he borrowed power from the formation. He can't control it at all."
Fang Qiu began to observe secretly.
"I didn't expect your combat power to be so strong. You almost dodged it."
The Little Saint Lord stared at Fang Qiu and sneered. "However, I said that you will die this time, so you won't live!"
"Swoosh."
While they were talking.
The Little Saint Lord's body moved. He turned into a blood shadow and suddenly rushed toward Fang Qiu at lightning speed.
Looking closely, the Little Saint Lord's speed was actually twice as fast as before!
Almost in the blink of an eye, he rushed to Fang Qiu.
In the distance.
"Forbidden skill?"
The black-robed man, who had been hiding far away after being seriously injured, was extremely shocked when he saw the Little Saint Lord's body covered in a layer of blood mist.
He didn't expect it at all.
Facing John Doe, the Little Saint Lord actually used a forbidden skill!
This was the ultimate trump card of a Nirvana Cultivator. They would never use it unless they had no other choice. This was because the Forbidden Technique was extremely taxing on the human body. Even a Little Saint Lord wouldn't be able to sustain it for long.
"Is John Doe really so strong?"
The black-robed man looked at John Doe in disbelief. He thought that the Little Saint Lord would definitely be able to kill John Doe easily. However, judging from the current situation, John Doe's strength was obviously much stronger than the rumors said.
However.
Since the Little Saint Lord had already used a forbidden skill.
Then, John Doe would definitely die.
He thought of something.
The black-robed man quietly approached and quickly came to the edge of the battlefield. He hid next to a tree stump that hadn't been burned to ashes.
"Bang!"
In the battlefield, a loud sound of collision suddenly rang out.
Looking carefully.
He saw two figures fighting crazily in the battlefield.
The blood shadow displayed an unparalleled suppression power. It was so fast that it seemed as if there were three or four clones attacking John Doe at the same time from different directions.
As for John Doe, he stood where he was, frantically thinking of all kinds of ways to deal with it.
Although he looked a little hasty, he still managed to deal with it.
However, he was still barely able to deal with it. It was just that he was obviously suppressed.
"Kill, kill, kill …"
The Little Saint Lord's speed was extremely fast. He seemed to be possessed. He stared at Fang Qiu with bloodshot eyes and moved his body crazily to attack Fang Qiu.
He seemed to be a little anxious.
"He can't use energy attacks?"
After fighting for a while, Fang Qiu finally confirmed that the Little Saint Lord couldn't use energy attacks at all. He couldn't even transform his weapon.
This kind of forbidden skill seemed to only bring him changes in strength and speed. It only improved his physical skills!
He realized this.
Fang Qiu suddenly had a plan.
"It seems that this forbidden skill has obviously weakened his Qi and blood a lot. It seems that there should be a backlash."
The so-called forbidden skill naturally couldn't be used easily.
In the past, Fang Qiu had met a few Nirvana Cultivators who used forbidden skills. Judging from their performance, the metal used by the Nirvana Organization would bring bad consequences.
Some of them could only obtain the power for a short time, and some could cause a terrible backlash.
Judging from the Little Saint Lord's performance.
The forbidden skill he used might only last for a short time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have seen it at all.
There was no need to attack him in such a hurry.
Thinking of this, Fang Qiu immediately made up his mind.
He would defend with all his strength and not fight back.
Seeing this.
The Little Saint Lord's face became more and more ugly.
He seemed to know that John Doe had seen through his weakness. He was already anxious, but now he became even more anxious.
"Do you think you can hide like this?"
Seeing Fang Qiu's desperate defense, the Little Saint Lord roared angrily. "If I want you to die, no one can stop me!"
As he spoke.
He stopped.
He abruptly extended his hands forward. His heart was filled with rage. As he roared crazily, the scarlet blood mist that lingered around his body surged rapidly and gathered on his hands, directly condensing into two balls of blood-colored energy.
As the two balls of blood-colored energy squirmed, incomparably sharp heads grew out of them.
Looking closely, it seemed that the Little Saint Lord was holding two meteor hammers in his hands.
"Die!"
Fang Qiu shouted angrily.
The Little Saint Lord moved and waved his fists again, rushing towards Fang Qiu fiercely. He raised his fists and smashed them towards Fang Qiu!
Fang Qiu immediately used his internal Qi to block.
However, the Little Saint Lord's fists smashed down just as the internal Qi shield was formed.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound.
The internal Qi shield that Fang Qiu had just put up was smashed by the Little Saint Lord with this blow.
The moment the energy shield was smashed, the Little Saint Lord's fists hammered Fang Qiu's body.
This hammer went down.
"Bang!"
There was a loud sound.
A huge force burst out from the Little Saint Lord's fists and instantly sent Fang Qiu flying.
Under the impact of this force.
Fang Qiu's expression changed.
He didn't expect the Little Saint Lord's attack to be so powerful!
Originally.
With his strength, it would have been no problem for him to block this kind of attack. However, in the previous battle, Fang Qiu's golden internal Qi had been completely used up.
Although he mobilized the Qi of Heaven and Earth to force it into his body and replenished his internal Qi.
However, this was just ordinary internal Qi.
Fang Qiu didn't have time to transform it into golden internal Qi, so the defense of the internal Qi shield was much weaker than before.
Of course.
Fang Qiu was also secretly controlling the internal Qi in his body to transform in his Dantian. However, it would take a lot of time to transform the golden internal Qi. At present, there wasn't much golden internal Qi transformed, so Fang Qiu didn't want to use it.
After all, this golden internal Qi was the key to winning this battle.
The Little Saint Lord had already revealed her trump card.
However, Fang Qiu still wanted to hide it and wait for a fatal blow!
"Bam!"
As he fell heavily on the ground, Fang Qiu immediately stood up.
At this moment.
The Little Saint Lord was already in front of him.
Fang Qiu knew that he couldn't think about defense anymore. He had to dodge and attack. Otherwise, he would be completely suppressed by the Little Saint Lord.
"Swoosh."
When the Little Saint Lord's fists smashed in front of him again, Fang Qiu suddenly retreated.
He retreated.
Coincidentally, he retreated to the side of the only black-robed man.
"Bang!"
The Little Saint Lord, who was chasing after him, smashed his fist.
It directly smashed the tree stump that the black-robed man used to hide himself into pieces.
The two of them were too fast.
The black-robed man didn't even have a chance to escape. Fang Qiu grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him up to use as a shield!
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