Smack!

It's not over yet, this time there are four more cracks in the ice wall.

Shen Xianxun swung his sword and continued to intercept.

There was a fire in my heart, I had never met such an obscene and vicious cultivator when I was so big, and I used living people to refine corpses and harm people.

"Despicable!"

Shen Xianxun threw the long sword and plunged it into the ground, then sealed his hands and said something in his mouth.

Wisps of wind-attribute spiritual power were pulled into his body.

A series of handprints crackled in his hands, and his hands clasped together and abruptly separated.

"The wind rises!"

Brush!

Suddenly the wind blew fiercely, and a fierce hurricane erupted from his palm.

Whew......

The nearby mist was blown away by the strong wind, and the situation of the people who were no longer in sight suddenly became clear.

Blow away the clouds and mist.

The Dark Witch Cult disciples stood on the dirt slope where they had fallen before, and the four walking corpses stood straight behind them, the Black Witch Cult disciples had a stiff smile on their faces.

I didn't think they had a way to disperse the fog.

Wang Yue, Yang Ning, Fan Yun, Nalan Chaoxi, and Nalan Yunxi turned around in unison, swords facing each other.

The disciples of the Dark Witch Sect didn't think so, the wind only dispelled most of it, and some of the mist left behind was enough for them to not use the fire attribute spiritual power.

It's just a return to its previous state.

Immediately sneered: "What's the use of blowing away a little fog, it's just a matter of dying a little earlier and later." ”

Wang Yue, Fan Yun, Yang Ning, and another man are like big enemies, looking at each other with mixed feelings, hate, anger, and fear!

Shen Xianxun, Nalan Chaoxi, and Nalan Yunxi didn't say a word, and carefully looked at the Black Witch Sect disciples on the hillside.

After dispelling most of the water mist, their perception range increased considerably.

"This Dark Witch Sect disciple only has the cultivation of the middle stage of the martial spirit, how can it be so difficult to deal with!" Shen Xian couldn't figure it out, an ordinary evil cultivator could use endless means to play a group of decent disciples who were higher than his own cultivation.

Nalan Tidal spoke, but his eyes were always on the Dark Witch Sect disciples.

"The cultivation of orthodox disciples is to be conscientious, go with the flow, and take one step at a time, so it will be much slower than this group of evil demons, and the evil cultivation is mainly by hurting people's lives, devouring others and strengthening themselves by all kinds of harmful behaviors. ”

Under normal circumstances, evil cultivators can defeat decent disciples in the same realm as themselves one-to-many, but they are only strong in the early stage, and the later they practice, the worse the evil cultivators are not as good as the orthodox cultivators. ”

Nalan Tide was particularly kind this time, the great enemy at the moment he didn't want to see Shen Xianxun deflated, and he was so afraid that others would think that the cultivation of these decent disciples was useless, and then he said loudly.

"Lei Fa specializes in overcoming evil cultivators, no matter how powerful the evil cultivators are, as long as they face the thunder, they will often die if they touch it. Not only the thunder method, but the more majestic the righteous qi contained in the higher-level martial arts and battle techniques, the more deadly it is to evil cultivators, after all, the earth also rejects dissidents. ”

Bang bang bang.

The evil cultivator on the opposite side applauded, was full of praise, and smiled weirdly.

"Wonderful, wonderful, I can't imagine that you know so much about a young man who is not good-looking, I am blind, but ......"

His face was instantly gloomy and full of murderous intent.

"Who is right and wrong in the later practice, it doesn't matter to you whether you become a king or lose, because you are all going to die here today, and then be my nourishment and help me repair the school"

"You have good bones, you can refine the most powerful corpse for me, and then go and kill the so-called orthodox cultivators. ”

The dead are not qualified to judge.

At the end, a strong killing intent erupted in the Dark Witch Sect's disciple's body, and he raised his hand over his shoulder and waved.

"Tear them to shreds!"

Soso!

The walking corpse, which had been motionless like a wooden man, moved, twisted its head, and an arrow from the string shot down the hillside.

Shen Xianxun drew his sword and jumped out of the way.

Four walking corpses rushed into the crowd, and the Dark Witch Sect disciples on the hillside stood confidently on it, looking down condescendingly and confidently.

"Don't hide, idiot!"

Shen Xianxun wanted to go up and subdue him, capture the thief and capture the king first, and slaughter this evil cultivator, his walking corpse poisonous insect will die himself.

The other party is a little overconfident.

Just as they were about to leave, a dense swarm of black poisonous insects poured out from the feet of the Dark Witch Sect disciples, covering the entire hillside like a tide.

He had no choice but to give up, swing a sword in his hand, and turn back to help them.

The Black Witch Sect disciple didn't know where to take out a white bone cane and hold it in his hand, the white bone cane was covered with a layer of spiritual power, shattering the sword qi that Shen Xianxun wielded.

Then put the white bone cane on the ground, so that he could watch the play for a while.

The living struggled, fighting their own walking corpses, blood splattered, and finally dying and beaten like a man.

It's his favorite image to watch.

The two brothers and sisters of Nalan Tide each faced a walking corpse, and this time the walking corpse was much stronger than before, and there was a faint burst of strong wind between their gestures.

The two brothers and sisters of Nalan Tide, who went all out with their golden bodies, could only be beaten passively, and every time they collided with the walking corpse, a huge force came, and the walking corpse did not move a single step, and they took a few steps back.

Wang Yue, Yang Ning, Fan Yun and the man were even more embarrassed.

Previously, the stumbling blocks were restrained by the exercises, and they could also trap the walking corpse and make him incapacitated, but after the walking corpse was strengthened this time, the vines, boulders, mountain axes, etc. they used were all slapped away by the latter.

can barely delay the other party's breath.

Seeing the walking corpse just a few steps away from them.

The walking corpse roared angrily, and directly used his body to resist the opposite side's death tricks, and the momentum was violent, and he ran over like a sea of mountains.

Raise the palm of the big fan and slap it hard.

The four closed their eyes in fright, as if they had seen their heads slapped by the walking corpse and then fell to the ground to die.

"Uh-huh!" a muffled grunt.

Wang Yue, Yang Ning, Fan Yun and another man closed their eyes tightly, the pain did not come for a long time, and then they opened their eyes in fright.

"Senior Brother Shen!" Several people were overjoyed, it was Shen Xianxun who arrived in time to stop the walking corpse.

Shen Xianxun hunched his waist to resist, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, his hands trembled, and his legs slowly bent.

"Also...... See... Still... Unhappy...... Help!" Shen Xianxun gritted his teeth and scolded in a deep voice.

A few people suddenly realized.

All kinds of exercises bombarded the heads of the walking corpses.

Shen Xianxun felt a lot less pressure, shouted, and pushed the walking corpse away with both arms.

The walking corpse staggered a few steps back to its feet.

"Freeze three feet!"

Grid Ridge!

The two walking corpses were frozen in ice.

"Hoo ........."

After doing this, Shen Xianxun took a big breath, his body exhausted.

The two arms holding the sword were trembling, swollen and painful.

"Made, why is this thing so powerful!"

Spit on.

His arms were about to break, and his legs hurt tightly.