"Damn, this kid's swordsmanship is really powerful!" Bliss Ancestor was treating his injuries as he nervously watched the battle over there.

Seeing his disciples and grandchildren being killed continuously, he was so anxious in his heart.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive my ancestors' healing. The Ancestor of Bliss shouted urgently: "Don't retreat, no one is allowed to escape, stop him for me!"

"Master, I'm afraid this person is a first-class innate realm, we can't stop him!"

The disciples of the Valley of Bliss were covered with cold sweat on their foreheads, and they were so embarrassed that they lost their armor when they were killed.

"If you can't stop it, you have to block it, otherwise Ancestor, I will let you die even worse!" shouted Bliss Ancestor as he hurried to heal the injuries in his body. His injuries were severe, and although the missile failed to kill him, the terrifying force of the explosion sent a violent concussion to his internal organs. There is no way to heal in a short period of time, so you can only hurry up and heal some of your injuries before you can escape for your life.

Time is of the essence now and every second is in the running. The Ancestor of Bliss was desperately healing his injuries, while Ye Xing was fighting hard, and he had to kill all his disciples and grandchildren before the Ancestor of Bliss was healed.

"Whew!" "Ping Pong!"

"Poof!" "Poof!"

The black light trembled, blood flowers bloomed, and corpses fell in pools of blood.

Ye Xing stepped on the "Eight Steps of the Demon Sky", his figure flickered left and right, turning back and forth like a ghost, fluctuating. The "Qingyun Sword Technique" in the Dacheng realm is even more powerful. And the super defense of "Nine Turns of the Golden Body" and "The Golden Bell Jar of Buddhism" made him feel like he was in a no-man's land, and those injuries that were not powerful enough were directly immune on the spot. Even if they struck with all their strength, they would at most cut through Ye Xing's skin.

With several divine skills in his body, although Ye Xing's cultivation was only in the late stage of the second-class innate realm, his true combat strength was actually very close to the first-class innate realm.

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

One by one, the heads flew up, and the number of casualties among the disciples of the Valley of Bliss was increasing. For these evil path demons, Ye Xing would never be soft, and the third-rank innate realm cultivator was directly killed on the spot in front of him. The second-class innate realm can also take three or five moves in Ye Xing's hands at most. The strongest second-class innate peak and Ye Xing attacked Ye Xing for more than a dozen moves, and was also killed by Ye Xing under the sword.

"It's your turn, old man of bliss!"

The long sword was dripping with crimson blood, and a cold light flashed in Ye Xing's eyes, and his cold gaze looked at the Ancestor of Bliss. Without giving him a chance to heal, Ye Xing raised the Phantom Light Sword in his hand and quickly killed the Ancestor of Bliss.

"Despicable boy, when my ancestor recovers from his injuries, he will definitely break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

The Ancestor of Bliss gritted his teeth, but for the sake of his own life, he also took care of healing, so he could only forcibly lift a mouthful of True Yuan, and began to flee towards the mountains and forests in the distance.

"Want to go, hehe, can you escape!"

The corners of Ye Xing's mouth curled up with a sneer, and he stepped on the "Eight Steps of the Demon Sky", and with a 'whoosh', his body quickly chased after him like a ghost.

"Eight Steps of Demon Heaven" is a peerless light skill, and Ye Xing has cultivated it to the Dacheng realm, and the speed is even faster than the light skill of the Heavenly Rank Perfection Realm. In terms of the realm of light skills alone, Ye Xing is no worse than the Ancestor of Bliss, and the light skills of the two are almost comparable. Ye Xing's internal strength is not as deep as the other party's, and the true yuan of the second-class innate realm is not as strong and pure as the true yuan of the first-class innate realm after all.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Ye Xing's light power speed was a little worse than that of the Bliss Ancestor. However, now that the Ancestor of Bliss is seriously injured, he has to allocate more than half of the True Yuan to treat the injuries in his body, and while exercising his strength to heal, he escapes, but in terms of speed, he is a little slower than Ye Xing, and the distance between the two is also approaching.

The crescent moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight shines on the mountains and forests, and the green fields are reckless, and the shadows of the trees are mottled.

The wind was whistling in his ears, the trees on both sides were rapidly retreating, and Ye Xing's figure was tightly biting behind the Bliss Ancestor, approaching little by little.

"This old thing can escape, but now that he's so badly injured, I don't believe he can—no, how did he increase his speed so fast all of a sudden!"

Ye Xing, who was in pursuit, changed his face.

I saw that a pale cyan energy suddenly emerged from the body of the Bliss Ancestor in front of me, like a gale, and the speed soared by more than ten percent at once. Originally, the distance of less than 100 meters had been shortened by Ye Xing, and he was suddenly thrown away from it again.

"Damn, why is this old thing's speed inexplicably increased so much?" Ye Xing's eyebrows tightened, "It's not good—I can't catch up!"

The Bliss Ancestor in front of him was surrounded by blue light, and the strong wind in the air was undulating, and the invisible wind was constantly pushing him forward at a rapid pace. The speed continued to soar, and in just two breaths, the Bliss Ancestor had already opened a distance of three or five hundred meters from Ye Xing, and with a flicker, it directly rushed into the dense woods and disappeared.

If it was only one or two hundred meters away, Ye Xing could still see at night through the martial artist's super eyesight. However, now that the distance had exceeded five hundred meters, and there were many trees interfering with his vision, Ye Xing suddenly lost the whereabouts of the Bliss Ancestor.

"Damn, he ran away, what the hell. This old thing was obviously seriously injured, how could it be so fast!What is that cyan energy that swirls around him? It doesn't seem to be the true Yuan Force?" Ye Xing's eyes flickered, looking at the reckless green fields around him, there was no trace of the Bliss Ancestor, "No, we can't let him escape, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"

The prey that had been chased halfway suddenly ran away, Ye Xing was very unwilling, and immediately continued to pursue forward.

The night breeze blows, and the branches and leaves of the trees in the forest sway back and forth, rustling.

Ye Xing carried out light skills, turned into a green shadow and shuttled through the mountains and forests, and after chasing for a quarter of an hour or two by feeling, Ye Xing was very depressed to find that this Ancestor of Bliss was probably lost.

"I'm really depressed, I just boasted about Haikou in front of Mengxue's wife. Now he was run away by the Ancestor of Bliss, and he wasted a missile!" Ye Xing was helpless, "Hey, my cultivation is still not enough after all, if I can be a little stronger, it will not be so easy for this Ancestor of Bliss to leave." Forget it, in the future, I will step into the first-class innate realm and then take his life!"

Although he was very unwilling, he could only give up helplessly. After all, the person has disappeared from the field of vision, and it is difficult to find the Ancestor of Bliss if he chases him further. Instead of wasting time, it's better to go back and cultivate.

Immediately, Ye Xing's luck urged the purple light cluster in the dantian, and he was about to leave the martial arts continent, when suddenly-

That's when —

"Yo!"

A clear birdsong sounded in the night sky, and the sound came from far and near, rapidly approaching this direction.

"Huh-this voice, isn't this Xiao Zi!" Ye Xing's eyes lit up and he looked up.

I saw that under the crescent moon, in the night sky, a purple flying eagle was gliding towards Ye Xing's side, with light purple feathers, sharp eagle claws, and a small tuft of golden fur on his forehead that was even more shining, very beautiful, and it was Xiao Zi's little guy. 2510