"Whew!"

"Snort!"

The fire was raging, and the surrounding trees were constantly burning, and the temperature was as high as a boiling pot. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

One by one, the Innate Realm martial artists all held up layers of protective body qi to envelop their bodies, isolating the surrounding flames.

More than sixty Lunatic Cultists fled for their lives in front, and hundreds of Innate Realm martial artists from the crusading army quickly pursued and killed here.

Ye Xing was naturally in the crowd, as early as the moment the missile was launched, he had already used his light skills to rush over here, and he belonged to the first batch to arrive here the fastest.

In the middle of the fire, there was a charred corpse lying on the ground, the black robe burning with fiery flames, and it was the same Lunatic worshippers who had been killed by the missile.

There were twenty charred corpses in total, emitting green smoke.

Ye Xing quickly came to the side of one of the corpses and searched for it.

"Grass, no waist wear, no Qiankun bag. Looks like it's been taken!"

Ye Xing scolded, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he started his light skills, stepped on the Demon Heaven eight steps, and chased and killed the Lunatic Cultists who were fleeing in front.

At the same time, the remaining twenty or so Innate Realm martial artists also searched the other corpses and quickly chased them forward.

The warriors behind came one after another, and they came in a steady stream, and those who had good light skills ran fast, and those who did light and slow things were a little late. Every moment, hundreds of Innate Realm martial artists of the crusading army all rushed to the center of the sea of fire, brandishing weapons one by one and frantically chasing after them. One after another, the innate sword qi roared away, forming a storm of sword blades, shuttling through the flames of the sea of fire, and shooting towards the Lunatic Cultists in front of them.

"Woooo

"Poof!" "Poof!"

Among the Lunamen worshippers who fled ahead, several of them were seriously injured, and they were pierced by the innate sword qi that roared from behind them on the spot, and the red blood splattered out, quickly drying up under the scorching flames.

Ye Xing stepped on the Demon Heaven eight steps, ran like the wind, and quickly caught up with a Moon Worshipper above.

"Poof!"

With a sword in his hand, he slashed off the black-clothed cultist's head, and then pocketed his waist card and Qiankun bag.

"Finally, I have gathered enough three waist cards, and I can learn another magic skill!"

A hint of joy flashed in Ye Xing's eyes, and he continued to chase and kill the Lunatic Cultists in front of him with a sword in hand.

The fighting continued, and the Lunatic cultists in front were bombarded by missiles before, and after all, they were seriously injured, and in the fierce escape, more than a dozen people were seriously injured, and they were killed on the spot by the crusading army that pursued them from the rear.

The two sides chased and fled, and ran quickly with light skills, and as they continued to run, the surrounding flames began to get smaller and smaller, and the temperature became lower and lower, and soon they rushed out of the range of the sea of fire.

"Quick, disperse and flee immediately! If you survive, you will be divided into groups at that time!"

The red-robed Great Protector of the Lunatic Cult, Li Hong, hurriedly instructed the remaining thirty or forty Lunatic Cultists.

As he spoke, a trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the injuries in his body worsened again.

"The hateful master of the Tang Sect has made me embarrassed like a lost dog, if he is found out by me one day, this seat will definitely make his life worse than death!"

There was a hint of ruthlessness in the angry eyes of Li Hong, the red-robed protector of the Moon Worship Sect, and he immediately wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and started light exercises, the red robe fluttered, and he ran forward. Under the severe injury, his steps were very vague and shaky. But after all, he is also a powerhouse of the first-class innate realm, even if he is injured, he still runs like the wind, pulling the people behind him far away. After a while, he ran into the mountains and forests and disappeared into the reckless night.

The rest of the thirty or forty surviving Lunatic worshippers also hurriedly fled towards the mountains and forests ahead, fan-shaped, scattered in all directions.

"Chase, don't let them escape!"

Hundreds of innate martial artists of the crusade army shouted anxiously, and one by one they tried their best to chase and kill forward.

The jungle is dense and the night is reckless.

After the thirty or forty Lunatic Cultists scattered and fled, it would undoubtedly be much more difficult to hunt them down. Ye Xing could only stare at one of them tightly and pursue in that direction.

Ye Xing's cultivation in the middle stage of the third-rank innate stage, under the "Eight Steps of the Demon Heaven", his speed was much faster than those martial artists in the late stage of the third-rank innate stage, and he could even compare to some of the third-rank peaks.

This is the horror of the secret book of divine power, with the continuous improvement of the realm in the future, small success, great success, and perfection. Once the realm reaches the point of perfection and perfection, with a certain amount of cultivation, there is no pressure to walk alone in the martial arts.

"Huhu!"

The wind whistled in my ears, and the trees on both sides retreated like floating lights. Ye Xing stepped on the Demon Heaven eight steps and quickly approached forward.

The lunatic who had fled ahead looked back and was horrified. Immediately, he didn't care about the deterioration of his injuries, and tried his best to urge the true yuan power in his body, and fled frantically.

If it was in his heyday, this black-clothed cultist in the late stage of the innate third rank might not be much worse than Ye Xing, but he was seriously injured after all. At this moment, under the stimulation of potential and crazy escape, although a little distance was opened for a short time, it was useless after all.

As he continued to run, the Lunatic cultist's injuries quickly deteriorated.

Coughing up blood all the way, running all the way. The faster you run, the more serious the injury. The more severe the injury, the slower the speed, creating a vicious circle.

Gradually, the Lunatic slowed down.

Ye Xing stepped on the eight steps of the Demon Heaven, chasing rapidly, and the distance between him and him was constantly narrowing.

100 meters -

Eighty meters -

Fifty meters -

Thirty meters -

Twenty meters -

Ten meters -

"Die!"

An astonishing cold glint flashed in Ye Xing's eyes.

"Boom!"

A sword roared, as clear as a dragon, and the ghostly sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the terrifying murderous aura surged, and the fallen leaves fell.

"Whew!"

In this dim woods, a flash of black light, lightning flashed!

"Ahh

A terrible scream came to an abrupt end, and the sharp tip of the Spectral Sword stabbed through the back of the Lunatic Cultist, piercing through the heart, and the tip of the sword burst out from the front chest, and the crimson blood trickled down, instantly staining the charred and shabby black robe.

The lunatic man's terrified gaze quickly dimmed, turning a dead gray with no life.

"Poof!", the corpse leaned forward and fell straight to the ground.

"That's it!

Ye Xing returned the sword into the sheath, ready to crouch down and take off the token and Qiankun bag from the Lunatic Cultist's waist.

And suddenly, at this moment-

"Whew!"

It was very abrupt, and a cold sword light flashed towards Ye Xing next to a big tree behind him.