"Poof!"

A Primal Stage Cultivator had his neck cut off, and his head rolled to the ground, and the dripping blood instantly stained the ground.

The Phantom God cultivators who came from the siege were all in their hearts, they didn't expect Yu Ling's cultivation to be so strong, even if they put aside the helper of the Phantom God Peak, it would be enough for everyone to eat a pot.

At this time, no one dared to despise and slack, everyone showed their own signature spiritual skills, and the overwhelming colorful light almost dazzled everyone's eyes.

Yu Ling's seal flipped in an instant, and the curtain of black rain, the curtain of leaves, and the curtain of cocooning enveloped him layer upon layer, and the realm spiritual skills spread out to control the scene.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, all kinds of spiritual skills were intertwined, red and white lights splashed everywhere, blue and purple lights hedged, and a chaotic scene was filled with sharp or gloomy energy, impacting the nearby space as if it was about to shatter.

Yu Ling struggled to move through the turbulence of spiritual power, and the triple defense seals were shattered one after another, but he also seized the opportunity to dodge to the side of a mid-stage phantom cultivator.

A horizontal slash is a splatter of blood.

The cultivator covered the hideous wound on his waist, but he couldn't stop the blood from spilling, so he could only stagger back a few steps, trying to escape the danger with the turbulent flow of spiritual power.

However, his form quickly froze, as the dark light of silence had penetrated the back of his heart, swallowing up all his vitality.

The turbulent flow tore countless wounds on Yu Ling's body, and the Xuan Power of the Blood Condensation Realm was busy repairing, and then it was torn apart by the strong wind, and it kept repeating itself.

Yu Ling put aside the pain for a while, and his soul power turned silently in the turbulence, locking on to the next target.

His form shuttled like a ghost, and while the cultivators hurried to avoid the damage of the turbulence, he ignored it and just let go of it and attacked with all his might.

So when this storm ended, there were already five more corpses in front of the city gate, all of them were cultivators in the early and middle stages of the Illusion God, and they all died without blinking their eyes.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and when they looked up, they saw Yuling standing with a horizontal knife, blood dripping from the blade, and the black clothes seemed to be fished out of the blood water, with a pungent fishy smell, and the heavy evil qi seemed to be condensed into substance, even the high temperature of midsummer could not shake off the chill born from the heart.

Obviously, this person was covered in injuries and looked like a dying beast, but the chilling killing intent always revealed a dangerous signal, which made everyone's hearts can't help but be overshadowed by a layer of death.

"Catch this murderer!" a powerhouse in the late stage of the Phantom God plucked up his courage and strode forward.

Yu Ling raised his head and glanced at him lightly, without saying any words of warning or threat, but this Illusory God Late Stage cultivator's heart trembled, like falling into an ice cellar.

It was the most terrifying murderous aura that had been honed in the endless killing cycle of the barren mountains, and it was the most feared natural enemy of all living creatures.

Obviously, with so many of them together, how could they solve Yuling, but at this moment, everyone hesitated and flinched, for fear that if they made a slight move, they would usher in the most tragic death.

There was a deathly silence, as if everyone had lost their words.

However, Yu Ling felt a hint of piercing danger, so he did not hesitate to turn over and retreat, and at the same time, with a flash of the long knife, he quickly fought back.

"Dang!"

A sharp claw met the blade, colliding violently.

Yu Ling's long blade shattered, and when it was blown by the wind, only a thin hilt remained.

"Woo!" a divine gray wolf opened its bloody mouth, and after a howl, it pounced on Yu Ling.

Yu Ling flew up and stepped on the gray wolf's fragile waist, but the gray wolf's eyes showed a humane mockery, ignoring Yu Ling's attack.

Yu Ling's heart jumped, and an even stronger sense of crisis almost suffocated him.

A fist seemed to emerge from nothingness, rapidly expanding in his pupils, and Yu Ling tried to dodge, but his movements were extremely slow, as if he was stuck in a sluggish space-time.

"Bang!"

Yu Ling was punched right in the middle of the way, flew upside down and slammed into the city wall.

The solid city walls made of gold and stone trembled, which showed how fierce the power of Nian Zhoufan's punch was.

He is not a blood condensation martial artist, but this spiritual skill of his is domineering and extraordinary.

A fierce force swept through Yu Ling's body, as if breaking the muscles and bones of his body, almost making Yu Ling unconscious, like a paralyzed patient.

It was as if there were countless sharp and burning knives cutting through his flesh and blood meridians, and as if a raging flood was rampaging through his body, Yuling's big and small cycles were brutally interrupted and broken, and his spiritual power, Xuanli, and soul power were all scattered with a punch, completely disobedient, weak and powerless, like an ordinary person who had never cultivated.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and forcibly guarded a trace of clarity in the sharp pain like cutting bones, but his eyes were already blurry, and he only dimly saw Nian Zhoufan coming over unhurriedly, still with an indifferent expression.

"This time, the king didn't return to the fiefdom, and made a special trip to wait for you in the imperial city, but I didn't expect you to have the ability to escape here. Nian Zhoufan said lightly, glanced at Shuo, who was still breaking the formation, and said thoughtfully: "This helper of yours...... Could it be the robber who robbed the palace of treasures decades ago? His strength seems to be much weaker than it was back then. ”

Shuo saw that Yu Ling was seriously injured, and he was already anxious, and at this moment, he was completely unable to calm down when he was squeezed by Nian Zhoufan's words: "Who is the robber, your whole family is the robber! If Lao Tzu had the cultivation of the year, you would have died a long time ago!"

Nian Zhoufan said without any fluctuations: "But now you are much weaker than this king, and you couldn't completely wipe you out back then, so make up for it now." ”

"Do your big spring and autumn dreams, you can't kill anyone today!" Shuo Yun used all his strength and smashed the formation barrier with a bang.

A sneer overflowed at the corner of Nian Zhoufan's mouth: "You still don't give up?"

He stood between Yuling and Shuo, like a moat that could not cross the domain. Compared to the Phantom God Peak cultivator that Yu Ling killed before, Nian Zhou Fan didn't know how many times stronger, just like the gap between the early stage and the peak.

This is the real one, the top master of a country, who can be proud of the big people in the world.

Yu Ling could fight with that Phantom God Peak cultivator for a few rounds, but in front of such a strong man, he was simply vulnerable, and even Lan Yu was much weaker than Nian Zhou Fan in frontal combat.

He silently tried to digest the scorching energy that was wantonly destroying in his body, and his body gradually regained some consciousness, after all, it was the last moment, and Yu Ling didn't want to fall short.

"He was hit by my Fierce Fist, if you can't solve it, then my royal family doesn't have to keep you bunch of waste. Nianzhou didn't look back, and said coldly.

"You dare!" Shuo anxiously ran the aura of the abyss and rushed over, but was suppressed by Nian Zhoufan.

And those few Illusory God cultivators dared to hesitate, and cautiously surrounded Yu Ling and approached.

Yu Ling was holding a handful of nails in his hand, which were the ones on the back of the mirror, after all, he had not yet fully digested the strength of the Fierce Fist, and it was obviously not a wise move to confront these people at this moment.

At this moment, a faint voice quietly entered his soul sea: "I have the frost dew of the royal family, which can dissipate the power of the Fierce Fist. ”

Yu Ling looked up in surprise, only to see a middle-aged man who was the most active, and his spiritual skills condensed a terrifying edge and was ready to attack, but under the cover of his wide sleeve robe, there were bits and pieces of blue water beads rolling down on Yu Ling's body, turning into a cool breath flowing all over his body.