This is what happens in the light of light.

From the fight between the monk and Qin Sanlang, to Qin Sanlang's tail pulling away, the whole process was so fast that people couldn't react.

Until Qin Saburo flew out and knocked down the big tree.

The woman who was spying on the monk reacted, hurriedly made a move, and with a flick of the two short knives, she flew out towards the monk.

This is the legendary ......

Flying!

"Whoosh!"

Lightning-fast.

However, he did not stab the monk, but was blocked by Yinjiao.

At the most critical moment, Yinjiao broke through the net of Tianluo, and with his huge body, he crossed in front of the monk, blocking the two short knives that flew over.

"Poof!"

Blood flew.

Then, a sharp claw slapped at the woman as well.

"No!!" The woman was startled and wanted to run away, but this claw came too quickly, she was already good at sneak attacks and long-range attacks, and she couldn't get rid of it at this time.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

The woman was clawed to death.

"Roar!!" Yinjiao let out an angry roar again, and his huge body violently stretched the Tianluo net open, and those blades cut cracks in his body, but he didn't care at all.

Because, his eyes were fixed on the red clouds in the sky.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

On the clouds, coercion reunites.

"Little monk, get out of here! I don't want to accept your affection!" After Yinjiao finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the monk, but rushed towards the clouds in the sky again.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared.

Torrential rain poured down.

Silver Jiao was covered in blood, his body was covered in wounds, and he also had a heavy sword piercing his claw on one of his claws.

Blood poured out of the air.

This is an extremely serious injury.

Moreover, in the struggle of the silver Jiao's flight, these wounds were pulled even bigger.

According to the normal situation, Yinjiao should choose to crawl on the ground, wait for the thunderstorm to fall, and then defend with all his might, but Yinjiao did not do that.

He is going to rush to the sky, rush to the clouds, and fight with the sky!

"Roar!!

The silver dragon roared.

"Boom!"

The second thunderbolt fell.

Compared with the first thunderstorm, this thunderstorm is thicker, and the light is more abundant and the pressure is greater, directly engulfing Yinjiao's body in the air.

"Boom!"

Blood splattered from the sky, and a red glow filled the entire sky.

The monk looked up at the silver Jiao in the sky that was swallowed by the thunder, he no longer had the strength to make another move, so he could only watch this scene quietly.

"Boom!"

The ground shuddered.

The pit sank into the pit another ten meters.

With the soles of Shang's feet as the boundary, the range of the deep pit in front of him has expanded to more than 30 meters.

Red thunderbolts fell in the middle of the pit.

The furious aura spread in all directions.

Then, the breath gradually faded, and a broken Jiao body in the deep pit was slowly revealed.

Compared to just now, the skin and flesh on Yinjiao's body had been turned over, revealing the white bones inside, and there was still a scorched black after the thunder fire burned on it.

The blood spread out in the pit and turned into a pool of blood.

Torrential rain falls.

Hit the body of the silver Jiao.

Yinjiao wanted to raise his head, he wanted to fly into the sky again, but his head quickly hung down, and he slammed into the ground with a "boom".

However, he still did not give up, he used his two front paws to prop up his body, but only a little, and then he fell heavily on the ground in the bloody water.

"Whew!"

"Whew!!"

Silver Jiao's mouth gasped for heavy breath.

He used his last strength to forcibly open his eyes, he was unwilling, he was really unwilling, he had cultivated for so long, and he saw that the opportunity was already close at hand, but the catastrophe came.

"Give me some more time...... Even if it's for a day...... Even if it's a day......" Yinjiao's body lay on the ground, and his mouth kept screaming.

"Jiao! don't give up, the Buddha will definitely cross you, will definitely cross you!" the monk yelled at Yinjiao, he wanted to go to Yinjiao's side, but his seriously injured body could only sit on the ground.

And at this moment, Qin Saburo in the distance got up from the ground again.

"Phew!"

A mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

Qin Sanlang's eyes looked around, this vicious battle had been fought so far, three of the eight Jianghu guests had died, and three of the remaining five were seriously injured and two were lightly injured.

"The Silver Jiao King, one of the top ten demon kings of the nameless Black Mountain...... Sure enough, it lives up to its name, hahaha...... It's a name well deserved!" Qin Sanlang forced his body and walked towards Yinjiao.

After such a battle, it is impossible for him to kill Yan Ning again, which is something he did not expect, but after fighting to this extent, it is naturally impossible for him to give up halfway.

"Kill him!" Qin Saburo said to the two lightly injured Jianghu guests.

"......" the two quacks were silent.

They glanced at each other.

What is the current state of the Silver Jiao King, they can naturally see it, but if they really let them go up again, they are a little hesitant in their hearts.

After all, it's easy to choose which is more important than life and money.

"Senior, I've been seriously injured, and I'm really powerless. The two quacks gritted their teeth, both stood up strongly, and sat down on the ground again.

"Rubbish!!" Qin Saburo scolded.

Walking the rivers and lakes, how could he not see the concerns of the two Jianghu guests, but if he didn't kill the silver Jiao before the third thunder fell, then there would not be much left of the Jiao skin and Jiao bones in this body.

There is no way.

He can only go on his own!

He began to walk towards Yinjiao, and, picking up a long knife on the ground, walked towards Yinjiao step by step.

And seeing Qin Sanlang coming, Yinjiao's two front paws were raised violently, wanting to fight with Qin Sanlang, but he immediately fell to the ground softly.

Obviously, there is really no strength.

"Hahaha, Silver Jiao King, you are dead!" Qin Sanlang saw this scene, scolded angrily, sped up under his feet, and rushed towards Yinjiao quickly.

And yet at this moment......

No one noticed that Yin Jiao violently bit the jade bottle that he had been holding in his mouth, and the liquid like a clear spring overflowed and flowed into Yin Jiao's mouth.

You don't have to guess to know that this is the elixir of Eagle Sorrow - Breeze Jade Dew.

"Gollum!"

Yinjiao swallowed it in one gulp.

At this moment, his eyes widened violently, and there was a glittering light in them, and there was a green light flowing all over his body.

"Not good!" Qin Saburo was shocked, and when he saw Yinjiao stand up again, a sharp claw grabbed straight at him, and there was no longer any hesitation.

"Buzz!"

A jade ring in his hand was crushed.

A cloud of golden light instantly shrouded his body.

"Bang!"

The claws slapped against the golden light.

It was like slapping a leather ball, and the slap made the golden light tremble, but it did not break, but forcibly flicked the claws in the slap away.

"Demon, if you dare to destroy my jade ring when you die, I will cut off your head today!!" After Qin Sanlang was covered in golden light, he was no longer afraid, and directly cut off the head of the silver Jiao.

But at this moment, a high chirp suddenly came from the sky.

"Yo!"

With the sound of chirps.

A snow-white peacock flew down from the sky.

It was a huge peacock, with its wings spread out for a full fifteen meters, and long feathers dragging on its back, with a star-like light shining on it.

"A big demon?!" Qin Sanlang was stunned for a moment, but soon, he noticed that something was wrong, because there was still a person standing on the big demon.

A young man of about twenty years old.

Dressed in a featureless and dirty scholar's outfit, with a wooden shelf on his back.

Obviously, this is a down-and-out scholar.

Although he looks extremely beautiful, under normal circumstances, Qin Saburo would not have noticed such an ordinary scholar.

It's just that at this moment, his eyes widened.

Because, this ordinary-looking scholar is riding on the back of a snow-white peacock at the moment, and this is definitely a very incredible thing.

After all, peacocks are monsters that are naturally very arrogant.

"Who is coming?" Qin Sanlang frowned, he could be sure that if he could ride on a peacock, he would at least be a master of the Innate Realm.

But this young man is only twenty years old.

Could it be, Yan Ning?!

This thought flashed, and was immediately denied by Qin Sanlang, because Yan Ning was the little marquis of Zhenbei Hou Mansion, how could he be dressed like a poor scholar?

Moreover, the intelligence said that Yan Ning was traveling with a maid, and it was never said that Yan Ning also had a white peacock mount?

"It's Ning Caichen, Ning Gongzi?!" The monk naturally saw Yan Ning riding on the white peacock, and almost blurted out for a while.

"Ning Caichen?" Qin Sanlang was surprised again, he carefully recalled all the innate realm masters in the Great Qian Kingdom, but he didn't remember that there was anyone called this name.

Could it be that it is from the Northern Liang Kingdom?

That's not right!

The innate realm master of the Northern Liang Kingdom doesn't seem to have this name?

Or is it Nanqing?

That's even more impossible, Nanqing is extremely far away from Beichuan, who would be far away, riding a peacock across the border of a big Qian, and running to Beichuan to play?

While thinking like this, the scholar in the sky spoke.

"Silver Jiaohua Dragon, supreme merit, who dares to stop it?!" After a soft drink, there seemed to be a supreme immortal sound in the air from the sky.

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, ......"

Moreover, as these fairy sounds played, the sky instantly lit up with thousands of glows, and there was a figure floating in these glows.

The figures were meditating, standing, prostrating, or glaring in the air, posing in various poses, and chanting loudly in mid-air.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-contemplation, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering...... Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you want to know it......"

Chanting rang out.

The red clouds in the sky seemed to be suppressed by this anomaly.

At the same time, the monsters hiding behind the stones, in the grass, and behind the trees also jumped out in unison and bowed down to the scholars.

"Demons of the Black Wind Valley, meet the Immortal Master!"

(Ahhh