Several sword shadows came one after another behind him, Qiao Yun snorted coldly, and the Qingyun Sword came out of his hand, heading straight for the two figures faintly in the mist on the left. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 At the same time, Qiao Yun stepped on several directions under his feet, his body twisted strangely, and his right hand swung several wind blades one after another, slashing at the three people who attacked on the right.

"Poof!"

"Dangchang!"

One person on the left and one fell, and the other three escaped with their lives, but they were also injured of varying severity. While Wang Weiyi hated it in his heart, he knew that he and the others couldn't help Qiao Yun in this fog, so he had to shout: "Retreat!"

The other two also had the intention of retreating, and the three of them all retreated in an instant, they rushed up to save Wei You before, but now they haven't heard Wei You's voice, and the three of them are clear in their hearts, and it is estimated that Wei You is already more than lucky.

The three black slaughterers were almost blind in the mist, and could only rely on the sound and the surge of the mist to discern whether someone was attacking, and suddenly, the three of them felt that the fog behind them was surging violently, and their hearts were shocked, but soon, when they vaguely saw countless black shadows rushing forward, these three people were all relieved, knowing that it was the Heavenly Rank Corps pressing up, with these hundreds of puppets to make a move, the three of them didn't believe that Qiao Yun could still come out unharmed.

Qiao Yun coldly watched the three of them retreat with a guarded face, and then looked at the so-called Heavenly Rank Corps that kept coming over, and he had no intention of fighting with these puppets in his heart, but planned to rush out first to restrain Wang Weiyi and the three of them, and then see if he could find a way to control these puppets from the hands of the three of them, so that an unnecessary battle could be saved.

Seeing that Wang Weiyi and the others who had retreated into the distance, they all breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their guard a little, Qiao Yun sneered, and with Ling Feng under his feet, he was about to pass between the two puppets running in front of him. But as soon as Qiao Yun moved, the two puppets raised their hands, and a faint milky white aura light condensed out from the hands of the two, and then shot towards Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun's eyebrows raised slightly, but with the speed of Ling Feng's steps, he narrowly avoided two white lights and passed between the two puppets. Qiao Yun narrowly passed through several puppets according to this method, but soon Qiao Yun frowned, because Qiao Yun found that these puppets did not lose their direction because of the white mist, no matter where he went, these puppets would change direction and continue to rush towards him.

While dodging the attacks of several puppets in front of him, Qiao Yun groaned slightly in his heart, and then thought that it was estimated that it was because these puppets were also cultivators, so they were able to use their divine sense to lock themselves, so the scattered fog he used naturally had no effect on them.

After understanding this, Qiao Yun snorted lightly, and simply no longer thought about rushing out to solve the remaining sins of the three Wutu, but the Qingyun Sword in his right hand was swung out frequently and continuously, and began to harvest the lives of these puppets.

Although these puppets are cultivators and can stimulate aura light clusters, their body skills are far less flexible than ordinary people, and Qiao Yun relied on Ling Fengbu's strange body technique, while dodging the attacks of these puppets, he used the Qingyun Sword to perform the Xuanzhen Sword Technique, and almost one of the puppets fell in response to every sword swing of Qiao Yun, and then lost his combat effectiveness.

Although it is easy to harvest the lives of these puppets, Qiao Yun is secretly shocked by the toughness of these puppets' bodies, even if Qiao Yun's Qingyun Sword is extremely sharp, it is extremely laborious to break through the bodies of these puppets, Qiao Yun even injected a lot of true qi into the Qingyun Sword, and most of them picked some soft places on the puppets and cut them off, if they are replaced with ordinary weapons, Qiao Yun estimates that there is a chance that these puppets will not be too fatal.

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Yun killed more than a dozen puppets, but there were still more puppets rushing towards Qiao Yun without fear, Qiao Yun simply closed his eyes, let go of his divine sense, and quietly felt the Xuanzhen swordsmanship in his hand and the Ling Feng step under his feet, constantly experiencing the mystery of the two.

If the person refining these puppets knew that the puppets they had painstakingly cultivated had become the target to help Qiao Yun practice, they didn't know how they would feel in their hearts, but Qiao Yun was completely immersed in this kind of drill, and gradually gained a deeper understanding of Ling Fengbu and Xuanzhen swordsmanship.

"Bang!"

Qiao Yun took a few steps back before he stood firm, and he felt a churn in his chest, and his face was a little pale. Looking down at his chest, he saw that the placket on his chest had turned to ashes, and his exposed skin was also scorched black.

Zi Xuerou felt Qiao Yun's abnormality, and hurriedly opened her eyes to look at Qiao Yun, when she saw the blood stains on Qiao Yun's body and face and the burns on her chest, Zi Xuerou suddenly lost her complexion, covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Qiao Yun, you ......"

"I'm fine, don't worry! Close your eyes!" Qiao Yun didn't look at Xue Rou, but gently patted Xue Rou's waist with his left hand and comforted softly.

Xue Rou took a closer look at Qiao Yun when she heard this, and saw that Qiao Yun's breath was relatively stable, and although Qiao Yun had blood stains on his face, they were all spotted, and it seemed that they were just blood stains splashed, which made Zi Xue Rou's heart let go of most of it. The smell of blood in the air surged into her nose again, and Zi Xuerou felt vomiting again, and quickly closed her eyes, not daring to look at it again.

Qiao Yun didn't care about Xue Rou, and when his footsteps moved, he avoided a white light that shot out in front of him, and his divine sense locked on the faint black shadow in the mist in front of him, and his eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Previously, when Qiao Yun swung his sword to kill the puppet in front of him, he suddenly felt that this puppet seemed to be a little familiar, so he hurriedly turned the Qingyun sword and stopped the killing momentum, but he didn't expect to be hit by the aura light released by the puppet in front of him. Fortunately, the cultivation of this puppet is not high, only in the middle of the fourth layer of Qi cultivation, so although Qiao Yun is injured, it is not a big problem.

Feeling several more fluctuations shooting behind him, Qiao Yun hurriedly cast Ling Feng steps to turn his body, avoiding these attacks At the same time, Qiao Yun looked at this somewhat familiar puppet again, this is a young man who is not very tall, he looks fourteen or fifteen years old, a childish baby face is extremely stiff and numb at the moment, and his eyes are also extremely empty, he is raising his hand at this moment, and once again condenses the aura light group to prepare to attack Qiao Yun.

Wielding the Qingyun Sword, killing a puppet beside him, and dodging several attacks from the aura light cluster, Qiao Yun frowned slightly and thought about where he had seen this young man, but no matter how he thought about it, Qiao Yun was very sure that he didn't seem to have seen this young man. Could it be that he looks a little similar to the people around him? As soon as this thought came out, Qiao Yun's mind flashed with a flash of inspiration, and his eyes showed a look of shock.

It's him! Qiao Yun narrowly avoided the two aura clusters, quickly approached the young puppet, and stretched out his hand to connect with it a few times. However, Qiao Yun's hand hurt a little, but the young man didn't realize it, turned his stiff body, and blasted towards Qiao Yun's door with one palm.

Qiao Yun frowned, he didn't expect that the acupoint technique was useless to these puppets, and while hurriedly retreating, he raised his hand, and a huge black net shrouded the young man in it. The young man kept struggling in the black net, but he couldn't break through the black net and get out, Qiao Yun saw that the witch net really trapped the other party, and immediately stopped paying attention to the young man, but danced the Qingyun Sword again, and quickly harvested the lives of the remaining puppets.

After the time of the two pillars of incense, there was finally no sound on the island covered by the mist, but completely silent, and Wang Weiyi, who was standing in the distance, was happy in their hearts, thinking that Qiao Yun was finally killed by many puppets. Two of them cautiously walked forward with their swords in hand, trying to find out, while the other stood still, with a hesitant expression.

Wang Weiyi was walking when he noticed a faint black shadow on the left coming towards him, and at the same time as his heart was fluttering, he swung his sword and slammed it. The person on the other side obviously also noticed Wang Weiyi, and also swung his sword at him.

With the sound of "dang", Wang Weiyi and the other person both felt numb in their arms, and the person opposite spurted out a mouthful of blood, obviously losing to Wang Weiyi's blow.

"Haochu!?" Wang Weiyi took advantage of the fluctuation of the two swords to disturb the gap in the mist, and saw the faces of the person on the other side clearly, and couldn't help but shout, the surprise in his tone was overflowing.

"Big brother!" Bu Haochu on the other side obviously recognized Wang Weiyi and called out bitterly. Although he was very happy to know that his eldest brother was still alive, but the fight just now made him hurt a lot, and he still felt that the qi and blood in his body were surging at this moment.

Before the two of them came out of the joy of finding out that each other was not dead, a blue light flashed out of the mist without a sound, Bu Haochu watched a blue light flash out of the chest of a black shadow not far in front of him, and came to his chest in the blink of an eye, Bu Haochu watched the blue light flash through his chest, and at the same time Qiao Yun's cold voice sounded in his ears, "Let your two brothers be companions under the Yellow Spring, and it won't be too lonely." ”

Although the other person standing in the distance couldn't see what was happening, the previous conversation between Wang Weiyi and Bu Haochu and the subsequent Qiao Yun's voice all came into his ears, his face was already as white as paper, and the whole person ran backwards in a panic without hesitation, just thinking about escaping from this place far away, never seeing this evil star again in this life and this life.

A gust of wind blew, the fog quickly dispersed, this person stopped in a daze, only to see a young man standing not far in front of him with a cyan sword in his hand, the young man's white clothes were already stained with blood, and the clothes on his chest were even more torn, revealing the burnt skin on his chest, but the young man's eyes were looking at him calmly, revealing a faint killing intent.

This person looked at the corpses and blood stains piled up in the hollow behind him, and the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared without a trace, and he fell to the ground with a "plop" and said tremblingly: "Brother Qiao spare his life! Brother Qiao spare his life! I also hope that Brother Qiao will spare Brother Qiao's life for the sake of giving Brother Qiao the cyan spar twenty years ago and helping Brother Qiao hide his identity!"