"Wait!"

Huang Yan raised his hand and shouted: "You have to deal with our Divine Yin Liu, these people are friends of the Thousand Buddha Temple, and they have nothing to do with them!"

The old four-year-old sixtieth year, with a square face and big ears, raised the eyebrow stick in his hand, and sneered: "Idiot!"

Wen Yiming also secretly laughed at the absurdity of Huang Yan, how could the Dark Demon Sect leave a living mouth when doing things, let alone a big faction like the Thousand Buddha Temple.

"Lao Tzu fought with you!"

Huang Yan was filled with righteous indignation, and the sword qi with sword intent stabbed the fourth who wanted to make a move.

"Fight with them. ”

Huang Yan made a move, and the rest of them sacrificed their blades and tightened behind him, shouting angrily and unleashing their martial arts forward.

Wen Yiming frowned slightly, except for Huang Yan who is a martial saint, the rest are all martial arts and martial kings, what to fight?

The other party Gong Hao Martial Saint is on the third floor, and the remaining three are all the same as Huang Yanxiu.

Secretly shaking his head, his killing intent realm was released silently, instantly locking on to your fourth, and at the same time, a boundary force punishment was launched.

'Puff puff...'

Almost at the moment when his cultivation fell to the early stage of the ninth layer of the Martial Sect, he was divided by Huang Yan's sword qi and many martial arts, and his sneer froze on the head of the person who flew out.

The cultivation that did not exceed the tenth layer of Wen Yiming could not even offset the suppression of a layer of killing intent, and the cultivation fell enough to fall to death.

"......" Gong Hao and the remaining two widened their eyes, is this considered to be stimulated by death?

Huang Yan and the others were also inexplicable, why did a martial saint suddenly become sluggish and be dismembered by a random knife?

At this moment, Wen Yiming focused on sharing Dacheng, and Huang Yan and the others suddenly moved their ears, and shock flashed in their eyes.

They know that it is not that the fourth child is dull, but that there are masters to help them.

"You killed the fourth, die——!"

Behind Gong Hao, the two old men in the armor flashed out with their blades, and then the corners of their mouths twitched wildly, wanting to retreat as if they were seeing the undead.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yan was a little confident at this moment, and decisively shot with all his strength when the two of them moved.

The two Martial Saints were locked in the realm of killing intent and died more unjustly than Dou E.

Blood is all over the ground, all the weeds are dyed red, Huang Yan and the others are full of confidence this time, this is definitely a master to help.

And Gong Hao also felt that something was wrong, looking at the three corpses that were not humanoid, his anger was difficult to contain, he took out the Zen staff and took a step back to look around at the sky, and shouted: "Where is the master, don't you dare to show your face?"

Alert like a fool, his eyes rolled wildly, he looked at Wen Yiming in the corner of the cliff, his eyes narrowed, and he said secretly, it can't be him, he is only in his thirties, and his cultivation is faintly in the late stage of the military general, it can't be him.

He didn't know that Wen Yiming had slightly loosened his hidden cultivation, if it was too impractical to be like an ordinary person in Jidaoling, and his cultivation would be too high to be hated by his age.

He saw that Mo Zhiyong and Qian Xunyang were in the early stage of the Martial Sect, so he stayed at the eighth layer of the martial arts generals.

These two were keen on alchemy, and they showed great talent back then.

Gong Hao withdrew his squinting gaze, and Wen Yiming gave him the feeling that he was a low-level martial artist who was stupid, holding a piece of broken wood and sitting on the ground in a daze.

"See how long he can protect you, huh!"

Gong Hao didn't dare to stay, and wanted to retreat after putting down a sentence of the scene.

Huang Yan finally didn't disappoint Wen Yiming, and shot out at the same time as he raised his sword and stabbed it, his eyes were full of battle intent.

This guy is good, very decisive!

Wen Yiming nodded secretly, and a battle howl came out, and at the same time, the killing intent suppression and boundary force punishment were instantaneous.

Gong Hao only surpassed Wen Yiming's ninth-level cultivation, and his cultivation fell to the realm where he had just entered the realm of the Martial Saint, and at the same time, the teleportation was interrupted, and he could no longer use it within five breaths.

And the punishment of the boundary force made his mind ache faintly, and in the face of the patches of swords, he finally understood how the three of them died just now.

Terror!

Gong Hao felt that his soul was trembling, and he was completely disturbed by Huang Yan's sudden thunderous roar, fighting for the strongest defense of the True Yuan.

'Puff puff!'

There were still three swords in the middle, and even the Zen staff was almost out of his hand, and he turned around and fled in a panic.

He had just stepped into the cultivation of the Martial Saint, how could he be the opponent of Huang Yan in the battle howl and concentration blessing, the increase in strength, speed, and defense almost made his strength comparable to the second layer of the Martial Saint.

Excited and excited, Huang Yan decisively launched a teleportation interception, and the sword qi came out horizontally, although he didn't know why Gong Hao's strength had been greatly reduced, but he could see that the other party was obviously frightened.

The truth of taking advantage of the victory to pursue and cut the grass and eradicate the roots was manifested in his decisive action, and he did not spare his hand, attacking with all his might, and did not even reserve his defensive position.

Wen Yiming secretly applauded, this person is worth cultivating, his analysis of the situation is in place, and he dares to fight, and it is very likely that Gong Hao will escape if he is someone else.

As soon as the thought stopped, the battle was nearing the end, Gong Hao was lying in a pool of blood and dying, facing Huang Yan's long sword half an inch deep into his throat, his eyes with fear always looked at the sky.

Huang Yan understood that this person was unwilling to die.

With a sword at the head, Huang Yan looked at the people at the foot of the city wall, this chase killed five people, two of them were disciples of the Thousand Buddha Temple, if it weren't for the help of the masters in secret, they would have been wiped out.

He looked around, and his gaze finally fell on Wen Yiming, and he shook his head slightly, the same idea as Gong Hao.

The Divine Seal Liumen people in his team had the worst talent than this white-robed man, but after thinking about it, he quickly approached Wen Yiming, put away his sword and arched his hand: "This friend, I was so disturbed just now, what about your team, are you scattered?"

He felt that this person might have entered the Extreme Dao Ridge with his elders, maybe it was the master behind him.

Wen Yiming understood Huang Yan's temptation and said, "I got separated from my two friends. ”

Huang Yan nodded and said secretly, friend, that's impossible.

After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "We are the people of the Divine Seal Stream, you should probably have heard it, if you don't mind, come with us, and in a few days we will return to the Light and Dark City." ”

Wen Yiming shook his head and said, "No need, I've already sent them a message." ”

Before Huang Yan could speak, the middle-aged man who had scolded Wen Yiming suddenly pointed at him and said, "Oh~, Elder Huang, he is the kid who laughed in front of the statue that day, I think he is a little familiar." ”

Wen Yiming was secretly speechless, how much he still remembered, and arched his hand: "This friend misunderstood, I really don't mean anything else." ”

Huang Yan raised his hand to stop the middle-aged man who was still talking, and said, "He Li, arrange for everyone to camp here, and let's rest for a few days." ”

Then Chao Wen Yiming nodded, and didn't say anything more to bother, obviously thinking that staying here not only did not disturb, but also made this person safer.

Everyone looked at Wen Yiming and had heard of this person who laughed in front of the literary master, but there was no malice in his eyes.

In the camp of these people, Wen Yiming was depressed again, looked at the day that could not be seen at dusk, and secretly decided to set off after refining the housekeeper monkey.

Sensing Mo Zhiyong and Qian Xunyang's injuries, it was no big deal, but he was stunned by the sword qi.

"Whew~~"

The wolf ran back and grinned at everyone not far away beside Wen Yiming.

Everyone was curious, neither like a beast nor rankless, why did this man have a dog by his side?

(End of chapter)