In just ten minutes, the two sides alternately assaulted, bypassed, intercepted, and broke through, and under the chase and catch-up, they actually ran out of two mountain passes in the fight. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 During this period of time, Wen Yiming only forcibly attacked and killed two disciples of Qingyun Castle on the second layer of martial arts, and since then, he has not achieved anything.

Because the remaining nine martial cultivators all had the idea of consuming Wen Yiming, they continued to turn on their most powerful martial arts, and every once in a while they threw a pill into their mouths. Wu Xiu, who was originally a little lacking in strength, became full of energy again after taking the pill, and chased and intercepted him like crazy.

Wen Yiming is really vigorous, and his internal strength is endless, but he is not afraid of a protracted battle. But in the face of such a war situation, he is also a little angry, this is a desperate family! Lao Tzu just has a bottle of healing Qiu Lu Dan, which is still obtained by robbery. This is no different from the rich second generation, and you must grow your net worth when you go out from the ruins. Wen Yiming secretly swears!

During the period when all the disciples of Qingyun Castle continued to display their martial arts, Wen Yiming tried to raid twice in a row, except for seriously injuring one of them, he didn't gain much, but instead made Zhou Yan shorten the distance.

However, two of them, Wu Xiu, who pursued with all their might, neglected to take precautions in the process of encircling Wen Yiming, and were instantly hollowed out of their hearts and died of convulsions by the sneak attack of the ghost wren in the dark. was so angry that Zhou Yan wanted to scold his mother.

Wen Yiming was secretly anxious. I had no choice but to burst out of gunpower, but now my body can easily withstand it anyway. There are many crises in the ruins, and the power of the Famous Sword Heavenly Gate may also appear at any time, if you meet the late warrior disciples of Qingyun Castle again, then you really have to flee in the wilderness.

Thinking about it, Wen Yiming exploded his speed to the extreme, and after throwing off Zhou Yan twenty meters, he suddenly turned around sharply, and killed in the direction of a group of four without any hesitation.

These four people are all cultivators of the third layer of samurai, and they are thirty meters away from Wen Yiming. When he found out that Wen Yiming had once again performed a speedy raid, he immediately narrowed the distance between his companions and prepared to join forces to fight. Wen Yiming returned from several raids in vain, which greatly increased the confidence of the disciples of Qingyun Castle, and at this time, the four of them did not retreat but advanced straight to Wen Yiming.

Zhou Yan, who followed closely behind, was overjoyed, running wildly under his feet, not forgetting to yell, "Resist, everyone closes the formation and entangles it!"

Wen Yiming rushed out of ten meters, kicked the ground and soared at the same time, and shot out a piece of yellow sand and gravel towards Zhou Yan who was behind.

"Drink~~~!" The distance of less than twenty meters is not a matter for Wen Yiming at the moment, especially after the gun intent is stimulated, like a volley of lightning in response to a muffled thunderous roar, it comes in an instant.

The four martial cultivators couldn't even open their eyes when they felt the incomparable explosive intent. In the face of Wen Yiming's attack of leaning over and striding across the four of them, they knew that it was too late to retreat, so they had to resist hard.

At the same time, he roared angrily, and the blade in his hand met the sweeping long stick, instantly bursting out with the best martial arts of each other.

'Poof!bang!dang!'

A series of dull collision sounds sounded, and the impact of the two offsets blasted up the yellow sand within five meters of the surrounding area, and the yellow sand in the sky shrouded everyone like a big lantern.

Immediately afterward, four blood-spurting figures shot out of the dust-filled shrouded area. Zhou Yan in the rear not only slowed down his chasing speed because of the yellow sand and gravel that Wen Yiming picked up from the back, but he didn't even see the four fellow disciples being swept away by a stick, and rushed out of the dusty area.

Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he was hesitating, he saw a golden light curtain in the sand and dust immediately slashing over with crazy killing intent, and the golden light curtain was like a chainsaw, splitting the diffuse sand and dust into two and peeling it off, revealing the mighty figure of Wen Yiming's volley on his head and feet.

Zhou Yan's expression changed greatly, he sat down and roared lowly, and when his arms struggled to provoke, his entire face was densely covered with a layer of cyan lines, and with his red eyes, he looked extremely weird and hideous.

With a loud 'bang', Zhou Yan's feet slid out ten meters away, dragging out a series of tooth-sore clatters, and the blood vomited out would spill a long red along the backward slippery route.

Wen Yiming was also not comfortable, and his volley body was shocked five meters away. Landing and swallowing the blood that surged to his throat, he picked up his hand and fell, harvesting the four people who had just been knocked away one by one. Without a pause, he flew and continued to escape, taking out the autumn dew at the same time and swallowing three pieces in a row.

Just now, the stick that swept the four people at the same time, in the face of the strong counterattack of the three layers of the four warriors, with Wen Yiming's strong physique, he almost crossed his breath. If it weren't for the yellow sand that slowed down Zhou Yan's pursuit, and the cage of sand and dust that made Zhou Yan hesitate slightly, it would not have been Wen Yiming's main attack just now, but when his internal breath was unstable, he would have suffered Zhou Yan's blow.

Wen Yiming inspired a volley of gunfire intent and slashed, thinking that he could seriously injure Zhou Yan. To his surprise, he was not lightly injured.

The tactics of raiding the guerrillas led Wen Yiming to harvest eight heads of Qingyun Castle with a stick, plus two who died from the Ghost Shadow Wren. The team of thirteen people, who was quite strong before, was only left with Zhou Yan and two other warriors in the fourth-layer martial arts cultivation after turning a few mountain passes. This made the many martial cultivators who followed and watched the battle in the rear all numb like walking dead.

This is the elite of Qingyun Castle! From the beginning to the end, it will take at most a quarter of an hour? In the course of the escape, the guerrilla raid was carried out, and ten people were killed in a row. Even Zhou Yan was spitted blood from his mouth with a stick, and he even saw Zhou Yan's hands dripping with blood in the 'let's da'.

And the blind monk didn't have any, he continued to play cat and mouse, and ran away into the distance, and what was even more exaggerated was that Zhou Yan continued to chase with the two remnants of the soldiers.

At this moment, Wen Yiming didn't dare to stay, he wasn't as bad as others thought, and the injuries in his body were more serious than he imagined as time dragged on. He didn't understand that at the moment when he fought with Zhou Yan, a cold internal energy broke through his defense like a steel needle, and at that moment, Wen Yiming almost couldn't control his gun intent and killing intent to make him fight back. As a result, his attack power was sharply reduced, and he was almost shocked to his internal organs.

If that's the case, it's not enough to make Wen Yiming's blood surge. It's that cold internal energy seems to have penetrated into the mind, shuttling through the mind like a pinprick.

What kind of martial art is this, so weird! Wen Yiming was extremely frightened, this unpredictable martial art was really unguardable, until he rushed out of two hundred meters, he still didn't have a clue, how he was hit.

Is this the martial arts of Qingyun Castle? How can it be like a cult martial art? Wen Yiming ran wildly, and at the same time, he separated a large amount of true qi internal energy to suppress that cold internal energy, and his concentration aura also shrank to a range of ten meters, concentrating his spiritual power on the entire mind to protect it.

The brain is the most delicate and important part of the human body, and it must not be sloppy at all. Wen Yiming was already thinking about how to get rid of Zhou Yan behind him, and then find a remote place to pioneer and remove that cold internal strength.

Wen Yiming turned around the mountain col, and when he found that there was a three-way intersection in front of him, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice, God really helped me.

As the saying goes, there are three joys and three worries! Wen Yiming, who has been smooth sailing for a long time, is now facing this huge crisis.

Because in front, a tall man with tattooed sleeves was holding a broadsword in the middle of the three-way intersection, with a grim smile on the corner of his mouth. When he saw Wen Yiming appear, his wrist flicked, and nine dazzling sword flowers were pulled out on his chest.

"Qin Li has been waiting here for a long time!"

The person standing in the way was none other than Qin Li, the chief of Qingyun Castle, who was about to rendezvous with Zhou Yan, but unexpectedly received that his disciple was brutally killed by the blind monk on the way, so that he could hurry up.

"Samurai Nine-Layer !!" Wen Yiming secretly complained.

Needless to say, this man with blue stripes on the cuff is also from Qingyun Castle, and there is a ninety percent chance that he will be the leader of the team this time. Wen Yiming guessed eight or nine in an instant.

Wen Yiming did not slow down at all because of the cultivation of Qin Li's ninth layer of warriors who blocked the way, but instead let out a low cry, violently releasing his true qi and internal strength, and the selfless mind method instantly operated to the extreme. When the velocity of the rapid shot erupted from under his feet, a puff of sand and screeching gravel were ejected backwards.

Qin Li, who was a hundred meters away, had a slight condensation in his eyes, and when the broadsword swung back, the small steps under his feet shook at a high frequency. With the high-speed and aggressive sound of 'stampede', a billowing yellow dust rose behind Qin Li.

Facing Qin Li, who was twelve layers higher than his own cultivation, Wen Yiming didn't dare to have any reservations. Flipping his hand, he took out a handful of Qiu Lu Dan and stuffed it into his mouth, and decisively gathered the aura of concentration and poured it into himself. The swift charge of the wind blew the clothes and trousers so that even the soles of their shoes were torn.

Wen Yiming felt that his speed had exploded beyond the limit. If he wasn't focused on controlling himself, he even had a feeling that the chassis was unstable and wanted to float.

Wen Yiming's speed is fast enough, and Qin Li's speed is not slow. Under the hedge between the two sides, Wen Yiming was only on the basis of forging his body, and refining and absorbing the shadow marrow, and he was only less than ten meters faster than Qin Li. This shows the huge disparity between the twelve layers of cultivation!

Wen Yiming was surprised, but he didn't know that Qin Li was even more surprised than him.

What kind of cultivation is this blind man, he is definitely not a martial artist at the seventh level. At the same time, under the full burst of the Xuan-level top-grade Tengyunbu martial arts, I was actually nearly ten meters faster than me? At the age of about twenty, it is impossible to be a martial artist!

This man has become an enemy, and he can't be left behind...