Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Looking at this sword, Yun Xiatian's always flat expression finally changed. He didn't expect that Cangyu had such courage to die together.

"If you want to die together, then it will fulfill you!"

Yun Xiatian used his talents and supernatural powers, and his body was shining like a layer of light. The long sword in his hand that pierced Cangyu changed its position and moved to Cangyu's heart.

"dead!"

To the sword that Yun Xiatian stabbed, Cangyu did not evade, gritted his teeth, and spent all his life's strength on this mortal sword.

His talented magical powers are about alchemy, but he never felt that without martial arts talents, he would be worse than other martial artists.

Even, he sometimes feels fortunate for this, because with the help of this talent and his own talents, he finally became a Dandi.

The refined pill can fully meet his usual practice needs. The most important thing for a martial artist is resources. The pill talent can help him earn massive training resources.

There is no martial arts talent, better than martial arts talent.

But now, he can't wait to replace the talented magical powers of his alchemy with martial arts talents that increase lethality!

"Go to hell!"

Cangyu had already felt that a sword stabbed by Yun Xiatian pierced her chest. A sharp pain came from her chest, and her heart had been pierced.

However, he did not feel despair on his face. Instead, a smile appeared. The long sword in his hand had already touched Yun Xiatian's skin. As long as he moved a little further, it could pierce her chest and give her a fatal blow.

She has no time to escape. As for her talents and supernatural powers, she must not be able to resist his sword, she is dead!

"Let's die together!"

At this moment, Cangyu thought of the Sect Master who had taken him like a child, the lovely disciples of the Zongmen who respected him very much, and Qin Ming. The past life flashed through his mind like lightning.

"Goodbye!"

Cangyu smiled and moved forward.

"Boo!"

A crisp voice sounded, and Cang Yu let out a stern cry:

"Do not!"

The long sword was knocked into the air, but it cut through Yun Xiatian's skin and shed bright red blood. It did not penetrate her as he thought.

"No...no..." Cang Yu knelt to the ground weakly, blood spurting from the heart of his chest.

Looking at Yun Xiatian who was still standing, he let out a desperate cry.

Beside Yun Xiatian, Jujun was holding a dagger with a little blood on it.

He just used this dagger to block a mortal blow for Yun Xiatian.

"You did a good job." Yun Xiatian patted her chest, feeling lingering, glanced at Jujun, and smiled: "After I go out, I will thank you very much!"

Ju Jun's eyes have been staring at Yun Xiatian's white hands and the thrilling beating. Hearing Yun Xiatian's words, he was happy to jump up.

"Saint, these are all I should do!"

Patting Jujun's shoulder, Yun Xiatian took out a healing pill from the space ring, swallowed it, and put the long sword on the Jujun's shoulder, smiling:

"Elder Cang, I will ask you one last time, are you going to drop or not?"

In the distance, the disciples of the Martial God Sect saw Cangyu's severe injuries, and they were anxious.

They have a heart-buying pill in their hands. This kind of pill Qin Ming said that as long as there is a breath, no matter how severe the trauma is, it can be cured.

Wanting to save Cang Yu in the past, the elite warriors of the scorpion demon force have already attacked. Even if they are relying on the narrow terrain and only defending but not attacking, they are all injured.

It is impossible to protect himself, it is impossible to save Elder Cangyu!