Chapter 1863

Miaozhantian's blade strike only shaved off some dirt and dust and could not damage the wall.

At this moment, Xiao Wencheng struck with his sword, nearly cutting off Miaozhantian's remaining arm.

Having suffered this loss, Miaozhantian was much more cautious when striking at He He Lingchuan with His blade.

But the pressure was all on Xiao Wencheng.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Demon also approached Miaozhantian from the rear.

It was already tiring to fight one against two; Miaozhantian could not afford to be attacked from both sides.

His gaze shifted, and His right blade swept at He He Lingchuan with surging force, knocking him back three large steps in one go.

As long as He could hold out until His injuries were healed, the situation would reverse!

Damn it, how did it forget that when it ate the Luding Ghost, it had also been splashed with oil poison! This thing was equally effective against it.

But Miaozhantian was not having an easy time either; they say two fists are no match for four hands, and now He was a lone fist dealing with six hands, and in the blink of an eye, several more wounds were added to His body. The Blood Demon was also very sleazy, often attacking His lower three paths. While He was blocking He He Lingchuan's blade, He was pierced in the right leg by the Blood Demon, and His vision went black.

Who knew that just as this thing was chopped open, it exploded with a "bang."

This time, the Blood Demon chased to the front of the two, suddenly shook its head, and a small monster fell off its body; it looked like the head of some kind of monster, just a head, round like a pumpkin, but with the big mouth and sharp teeth of a piranha.

Doesn't the lonely city of Panlong forbid the use of supernatural powers and external objects? Then what is this? "Walk carefully." The Blood Demon reminded the two behind it, "The Luding Ghost's talent is oil poison; I let it perform a divine soul self-detonation too!"

In the internal passageway of the city wall, the stone surface was very rough, and this made the wound on His right foot rub directly against the ground, just like ginger on a grater.

The South Gate tower was the most solid, but it couldn't last much longer either, because cracks were already appearing on the wall, one after another, from outside to inside.

But this little monster's divine soul was not strong, so the explosion power was not great, unlike Qianhuan's earth-shattering power, only blackening this entire passageway.

Xiao Wencheng was getting a bit irritable.

How could a full-force kick from a Great Heavenly Demon be easy to endure? Xiao Wencheng was kicked directly, flying backward face-up, and hit the wall heavily.

Must defeat Miaozhantian as soon as possible!

What powerful soul power and will! He He Lingchuan watched with admiration.

Both of them were bent over and leaning forward as they rushed, their centers of gravity shifted forward.

The terrain here was too terrible, and the guy surnamed He seemed very familiar with this place, knowing how to take shortcuts to block Him. Therefore, He had to find a separate secret room; as long as He blocked the entrance, the three enemies wouldn't be able to get in.

Must think of a way to replenish soul power.

The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, and Xiao Wencheng didn't even think, stabbing his sword over, hitting Miaozhantian right in the ribs! This strike felt like hitting rotten leather, or stabbing into tough elephant skin, with great resistance.

He He Lingchuan on the side even heard a crisp "crack!" That was the sound of Xiao Wencheng's pelvis cracking.

But He had exceptionally rich combat experience and remained calm in the face of danger; as soon as He looked up, He discovered an iron ring rack on the side wall of the passageway, which was used to hold torches for lighting.

Smoke and ash were everywhere.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two opponents' defensive circle was opened, He rushed over in a stride.

The pain from injuries suffered in the lonely city of Panlong acted one hundred percent on the soul body, unlike in reality where one could take some painkillers, and there was no adrenaline to temporarily block the pain. Although he was also a person who had fought through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, if these injuries were on him, he really wouldn't be sure he could continue standing and running.

He He Lingchuan and the Blood Demon on the side rolled their eyes in unison; didn't they see that they weren't picking this time to make a move?

There was a long chain behind the blade. He pulled it violently, dragging Himself forward by more than a zhang, and also leaving the oil poison area on the ground.

If only supernatural powers could be used, Xiao Wencheng secretly complained. His side and Miaozhantian were so close; as long as he channeled the Jumang Sword, he could shoot through the opponent's back!

But He also took the opportunity to lift a foot and kick Xiao Wencheng heavily on the hip bone!

Hiss, it sounds painful just listening to it.

Changing opponents like a revolving lantern, He had been fighting for too long, with old wounds not yet healed and new ones added. In this world, physical strength was His soul power; if He continued to be worn down like this, before the lonely city of Panlong collapsed, His soul body would likely collapse first.

This is just a balance problem, which is a piece of cake for an agility-type player.

The movement was coherent and smooth, but He also groaned.

Miaozhantian was in so much pain that His legs went soft, and He nearly failed to stand up.

Xiao Wencheng was not surprised; the hardness of a Great Heavenly Demon's body was the manifestation of His powerful soul power, otherwise, how could Miaozhantian have withstood the immense power of Qianhuan's divine soul self-detonation?

So smelly, so choking, what the hell is this thing!

Miaozhantian roared in pain.

Fortunately, the corner was reached; He couldn't care about His unsightly posture, propped Himself up with His long blade on the ground, and limped inside.

This inevitably meant passing by He He Lingchuan, who, while retreating, did not forget to swing his blade, still aiming for His waist. Miaozhantian bent His waist, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, splashing He He Lingchuan all over his head and face.

Other magic treasures couldn't be brought in. He looked left and right, and simply tore a torch off the wall.

This thing was more slippery than oil; even on such a rough ground, Miaozhantian slipped and fell flat on His back.

The Blood Demon was careless; it wanted to slash at His neck, but didn't expect the Great Heavenly Demon's neck to suddenly stretch, and as His head tilted, the blade edge cut off its wrist! The Blood Demon let out a hiss of pain, the sound like a grinding wheel rubbing against a stone.

No, as long as He held out until the lonely city of Panlong collapsed, He could return to Qianhuan's sea of consciousness; that would be the death date of these three soul-damned guys! The Blood Demon also chased over, and Xiao Wencheng glared at it angrily.

Miaozhantian was pushed backward by him, which shows how great Xiao Wencheng's strength was.

But the price for doing so was that the open door under His left rib was fully exposed, losing protection.

He He Lingchuan of course didn't know what a Luding Ghost was, but he figured it should be a ghost or one of its own kind that the Blood Demon had eaten. A monster like the Blood Demon was originally an aggregate, so it wouldn't be strange for anything to fall off it.

Out of the oil poison area, Miaozhantian regained His ability to move. He bit His long blade in His mouth, reached behind His back to pull out the Jumang Sword, and used it as His weapon.

If He had both hands intact, moving forward by alternating the blade like this wouldn't be slow, but unfortunately, He only had His right hand left! At this moment, who could understand Miaozhantian's frustration and anger? In the real world, He could move His fingers to bring down infinite power and press those three pursuers into the floor; but here, He was the one kneeling on the ground unable to get up! "Preposterous!"

This thing moved fast in the outside world, why was it a beat slower when chasing Miaozhantian in the wall? It just didn't want to face the Great Heavenly Demon alone, right? The sharp pain from his hip bone made Xiao Wencheng fiercely recite two incantations, and the chain on the Blood Demon's neck tightened, choking it until its eyes rolled back: "Let go, let go, Miaozhantian is about to run away!"

Miaozhantian immediately threw out His long blade, and with a 'clang', it got stuck on the iron ring rack.

Miaozhantian fought while retreating, with a sword in His right hand and a blade in His mouth, both capable of engaging the enemy.

The wound on His waist was bleeding continuously, and He had become somewhat numb; anyway, His whole body was covered in wounds, so one more didn't matter. As long as His spine wasn't injured, He could still run.

Then stick the blade into the ground again, and move forward again.

At the critical moment, the tail behind Him propped against the ground, forcefully propping Him up.

Furthermore, it indeed grasped the Great Heavenly Demon's weakness, because Miaozhantian was missing a foot, but the ground was so slippery that He couldn't maintain balance, let alone walk on one foot, He couldn't even stand up! He could only stick a blade into the ground to drag Himself forward a distance.

Miaozhantian's problem was that He couldn't get up on one hand and one foot on the oil-poisoned ground, not that He wasn't agile enough.

In the lonely city of Panlong, he couldn't summon back his Jumang Sword!

"Preposterous!" Miaozhantian cursed loudly.

Pain, too painful, it was fresh and spicy.

The Blood Demon grabbed this pumpkin head and threw it at Miaozhantian's back in a standard throwing posture.

This sentence wasn't said by Miaozhantian, but by the Blood Demon. It grinned and rushed forward, but the city wall suddenly shook violently, causing it to stumble.

At this moment, the torch in Xiao Wencheng's hand was cut off by his own Jumang Sword, which made him extremely unhappy. Taking advantage of Miaozhantian blocking the Blood Demon's attack, he took a sneak punch at the Great Heavenly Demon's waist, right at the wound he had pierced earlier.

So he cut into the opponent's ribs and twisted fiercely into the abdomen, wanting to cut an "L" shape to deepen and enlarge the wound.

He He Lingchuan and Xiao Wencheng looked at each other, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes. From the fist-sized air windows, they could occasionally see the scene outside; the ground of the South Square of the lonely city of Panlong had already cracked, and buildings including the temple, the Fortune Pool, and others were either collapsing or being swallowed by ground fissures.

After giving it a lesson, Xiao Wencheng stopped the incantation and chased after it with He He Lingchuan.

Miaozhantian watched in all directions, and without turning His head, He swept His blade backward, cutting the pumpkin head in two.

Under the special laws of the lonely city of Panlong, it actually took advantage.

Once He started running, the hip bone pain made it impossible to lift His legs; he finally realized how strong the Great Heavenly Demon's resilience was, being able to move fast even with a severed arm and foot.

"Don't..." Before He He Lingchuan's words could finish, the Jumang Sword hit Miaozhantian's lower back, piercing through from back to front.

It turned out that as soon as that ferocious-looking pumpkin was cut open, it exploded like a pufferfish, spraying oil ink from its belly all over the passageway!

"Where are you running!" Xiao Wencheng threw the Jumang Sword backward.

However, objectively speaking, this sword also helped Him rush forward another zhang, and just as He landed, He happened to rush into the passageway of the second city wall.

The smoke, dust, and black ink rushing toward them made He He Lingchuan and Xiao Wencheng both turn their heads and cough twice.

Miaozhantian flew up His left leg to kick someone, but without a sole on His right foot, He was unstable and nearly fell to the ground.

Miaozhantian leaned back, bent His knees, and performed a sliding tackle, sliding directly under his blade.

This was sudden; the hissing sound was accompanied by Xiao Wencheng's scream, his face was instantly corroded, and a mass of white steam rose up.

The divine blood sprayed out by Miaozhantian was also formed by the divine power of a Great Heavenly Demon; even for Xiao Wencheng, it was too stimulating.

His left eye instantly became blind.

To restore vision, he would have to wait for quite a while.

He He Lingchuan on the side was fortunate to have his mask blocking it; it was the mask that was smoking, not his face.

The Blood Demon was also splashed with a few drops of blood and couldn't help but bare its teeth.