It wasn't until the voice of Lei Yin sounded that the two of them knew that he was not dead, and that the son of King Miao appeared, and the people of Xiaoli Village would not and did not dare to resist desperately!

Coupled with the fact that the entire mountain top is bare, and it is always exposed to the muzzle of a sniper rifle, it is definitely not an easy task to fight Changsheng on the top of the mountain, so he borrowed the rope prepared before and quickly fell down the mountain.

The Holy Yi Sanren and the Jiuli priest fell one after the other with the rope and flew down!

Suddenly, an ancient long sword flew out from the cliff and slashed at the Holy Cloth.

The reaction of the Holy Yisan people was also very fast, and he swung out a few meters away, dodging the ancient long sword, and seeing that it was a real martial sword that swept by, he instantly understood that Kun Yu had arrived, and he shouted angrily, and a black streamer escaped from his back, buzzing and flying into the cliff!

The true martial sword flew back, and did not stab at the swinging Saint-clothed Sanren, but slashed at the rope hanging from the Saint-clothed Sanren, and at the same time, Kun Yu's figure appeared at the mouth of the cliff cave, and he suddenly dodged the black streamer and flew out of the cave.

With a soft bang, the rope hanging from the holy clothes was cut off by the Zhenwu Sword, and then, the Zhenwu Sword flew back into Kun Yu's hand like a meteor, and fell quickly with Kun Yu!

And the saintly clothes who lost the rope fell down in amazement, and with a finger pinching the trick far away, a black streamer escaped from the cave, and the speed chased after it extremely fast!

As soon as he grasped the black streamer, the holy clothes were scattered and stabilized in the air.

But neither the Holy Yi San nor Kun Yu noticed that at the same time that the True Martial Sword flew out of the cave, the Jiuli priest instantly gave up the rope, grabbed the protrusion on the cliff, and walked downstream like a gecko!

Seeing Kun Yu and the Holy Yisan people chasing and fleeing downward, they thought silently, and came to the mouth of the cave, just in time to meet the midsummer that they chased out!

"You ......" Midsummer only saw a vague figure, let out a low shout, clenched an air sword wrapped in white qi in his hand, and flew to slash the Jiuli priest who was hiding in the cave!

But suddenly, Midsummer held the qi sword in his hand and stood still in front of Jiuli, and couldn't help but exclaim, Changsheng, is it?

......

Changsheng flew to the cliff, and saw that four or five people were about to fall down the rope, and with a fan of the wings, he flew down to the cliff, and the Kunlun sword flew out diagonally, slashing a man to death!

The other two young men dressed as monks shook the frightening bell in their hands violently, but suddenly, the muzzle of a black hole pointed at him, and he didn't understand the situation for a while.

With two pops, Changsheng shot the two without hesitation, and the Kunlun sword flew back again, buzzing past one person's waist!

The man screamed and broke into two, and his internal organs fell out with a whirl, startling the last person and turning to flee.

Changsheng snorted coldly, and the Kunlun sword flew out of a distance of seven or eight meters!

It's a pity that the distance between this person and Changsheng is more than six meters away, and the Kunlun sword slammed into this person's heel, and it bounced twice on the ground before it stopped moving!

Changsheng raised his pistol and fired three shots in a row without hitting any target!

The last person felt the bullet whistling past his ears, and before he could secretly rejoice, he fell to the ground with a thud!

Presumably Xiao Wu sniped this person!

Seeing that the last person was also dead, Changsheng took a few steps closer, stretched out his hand to recall the Kunlun Sword, held the Kunlun Sword tightly with his left hand, raised the muzzle of the gun with his right hand, and behind him was Tengyun Wings opened, flying down like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

There are still more than a dozen distances from the mountain stream, and I saw Kun Yu and Shengyi Sanren fighting together!

An elderly monk in his fifties, with two mustaches and a lewd description, held a black serpentine long sword, flying around and fighting with the real martial sword!

Every time the serpentine sword slashed through the air, it would bring out wisps of black condensation, rendering the surroundings into a black mist, and a sharp roaring sound echoed in the mountain stream.

I don't know what kind of magic power this black silk and roaring sound is, even Kun Yu didn't dare to get closer, so he could only stand in the distance, commanding the real martial sword and the serpentine long sword to fight!

And the old monk fought for the True Martial Sword while retreating into the distance.

Changsheng's gaze swept over the mountain stream, and there were two figures lying more than ten meters away, it seemed to be Sun Qi and Feng Jue, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, Feng Jue and the two were armed with automatic rifles, and they couldn't take down this evil cultivator?

"What's wrong with Senior Kun and Feng Ju?"

"The two of them have been polluted by the gloomy and angry spirits, you go and wake them up first, and then come over to help!" Kun Yu commanded the True Martial Sword, fighting around the Holy Clothes and scattering people, and said without looking back!

But all the moves of the True Martial Sword were blocked by the black long sword, and after staying in the black mist for a long time, the power began to decline.

Changsheng rushed to Feng Jue's side, and at this time, Feng Jue's hands and feet were stiff and cold, and his seven orifices were shrouded in a layer of frost!

This strange situation is somewhat similar to Xiao Wu being invaded by the Yin Spirit, Changsheng sighed secretly, and a powerful spiritual power slowly poured into the spiritual sea of the wind.

In an instant, Feng Ji was like a rapidly melting popsicle, his whole body gradually softened, and his stiff hands and feet were stretched!

Changsheng let out a low snort, and his spiritual power hummed out of the Wind Spirit Sea, bringing out a black condensation!

Ning Silk continued to struggle violently in front of Changsheng's eyes, changing various shapes, but no matter what, she couldn't break free from Changsheng's spiritual power.

Without the invasion of the Yin Spirit, the aura of the wind gradually stabilized, but because the power of the Soul Chasing Sword was too strong, it was impossible to wake up for a while!

Can't wait for the wind to wake up, Changsheng turned around and came to Sun Qi's side, also expelled the yin spirit in Sun Qi's body, grabbed the automatic rifle in Sun Qi's hand, and chased after the Shengyi Sanren and Kun Yu who were gradually moving away.

"Xiao Wu, how is the situation in Xiao Li Village?" Changsheng asked in the headset while chasing after Kun Yu!

"All the people in Xiaoli Village are all controlled by the flying dragons!" Xiao Wu hurriedly replied, "San'er and I have already come, and we will go to the mountain stream immediately!"

Changsheng was about to answer something, when he suddenly stopped and said, "The priest of Jiuli is gone, Feng Ji and Sun Qi are in the mountain stream, you and they will converge, and then gather Wei Zhi and the others together, just near the mountain stream, carefully search for the whereabouts of the priest of Jiuli...... I'll help Senior Kun kill that evil cultivator first!"

Without waiting for Xiao Wu to say anything, Wei Zhi and the others also understood the situation in the mountain stream, and they all opened their wings and flew down the mountain stream.

By the time Changsheng caught up with Kun Yu and Shengyi Sanren, the two of them had already arrived a few miles away, and the black mist at this time was even thicker, covering a range of more than ten meters, Kun Yu held the true martial sword with a weakened breath, and did not release the true martial sword to attack the black fog, but followed thirty meters behind the black fog!

"Senior Kun, what's the situation?" Changsheng also noticed the strange scene in front of him and asked with some surprise.

"This person has already refined the Soul Chasing Sword to the sixth order, and I can't do anything about him!" Kun Yu held up the True Martial Sword in his hand and sighed, "If I continue to fight, my True Martial Sword will be destroyed in the hands of this person!"

"Hehe," although Changsheng was also surprised by the power of the Soul Chasing Sword, he looked at the pace of the evil cultivator fleeing into the distance, and laughed loudly, "Boy, today is your death date!"

Raising the automatic rifle, facing the black mist, he swept it without hesitation, and the sudden sound was extremely loud in the quiet of the night.

But more than a dozen shots were fired, and Changsheng's jaw almost didn't drop!

The supersonic bullet hit the black mist, as if it had fallen into glue, and the speed slowed down instantly!

If you stand closer, you can see the bullets moving slowly in the mist, like fish swimming in water.

"This?" Changsheng secretly exclaimed, "such a powerful magic weapon?"

"Modern weapons are not omnipotent!" Kun Yu pulled his legs to catch up with the fog, but he could only watch the fog move into the distance, and there was nothing he could do.

"Two fellow Daoists, if you let the old man go, the old man is willing to tell Jiuli's identity!" Although the Holy Yisan people are in the black mist, Changsheng and Kun Yu can't do anything about themselves, but the two of them have been following them, and there is no way to go on like this!

"Okay, tell me about Jiuli's identity!" Changsheng smiled, chased to the edge of the black mist, and gradually condensed a whirlpool of wind in his left palm.

"You promise to let the old man go!" replied anxiously as the Holy Clothes Sanren moved quickly!

"I promise......" Changsheng replied without thinking.

Hearing that Changsheng promised so happily, the Holy Yisan people didn't believe Changsheng's words a little, and then said, "Please Kunguan Lord also promise to let the old man go......"

"You're dreaming!" Kun Yu said coldly!

After more than half an hour of fighting, the mana of the Holy Yisan people has also consumed a lot, and if it continues like this, it won't be long before it can support the Soul Chasing Sword of the son and mother, and at that time, I'm afraid that there will really be no skills to return to the sky!

The Holy Yisan people naturally understood this truth, and then listened to Kun Yu's refusal without hesitation, and the tone of pleading suddenly turned into a sharp voice, and he shouted angrily, "You deceive people too much, the old man would rather not have this body, but also kill you!"

"Kill me, you come out and beat me!" Changsheng raised his pistol and pointed it at the mist, grinning!

But Kun Yu was not as calm as Changsheng, and suddenly heard that something was wrong from the tone of the Holy Yisanren, and exclaimed, "Changsheng, quickly find a way, this person wants to become one with the Zimu Soul Chasing Sword!"

Although it is unclear what Kun Yu means by 'becoming one', Changsheng at least knows that this is never a good thing!

With a hum, a strong whirlwind escaped from the palm of his left hand, slamming into the black mist, and at the same time raising his pistol to point at the mist!

As soon as the whirlwind blew away the mist, he killed the saint-clothed Sanren with a pistol.

The powerful whirlwind turned into a pillar of wind and blew up all the stones on the ground, but the impact on the black mist only blew the black mist out of shape, and the black mist still gathered around the holy clothed Sanren, only because of the strong wind, it became an oval shape.

"Uh, that's the outrageous, isn't it?" Changsheng muttered to himself!

At this time, Kun Yu no longer had the calmness he had just now, took out a talisman from his pocket, and said in a low voice, "We can't stop this person, wait a minute, you trap the Zimu Soul Chasing Sword with the water elemental supernatural power, and let me use the talisman to ban it!"

Before Changsheng could react, the aura in the mist suddenly became unstable, and then he shrank violently, and all the mist was sucked into it by the Zimu Soul Chasing Sword!

At the same time, a black flying sword more than two feet long appeared dozens of meters away, like a poisonous snake, floating quietly in the air, and under the flying sword, it was the paralyzed body of the Holy Clothes Sanren.

Changsheng raised the muzzle of the gun without thinking about it, and a banging sound sounded, hitting the body of the saintly clothed man again and again, Kun Yu shouted in a low voice, "This person has already integrated his soul into the Zimu Soul Chasing Sword, don't care about his body anymore!"

Only then did Changsheng react, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the floating flying sword!

With a buzz, the flying sword shot out, pointing directly at the immortal who was holding the weapon!

Fast as a meteor, with a breathtaking scream, a black poisonous snake shot straight into the heart of immortality.