The two Great Yuan Realm martial artists, between the use of their body techniques, were brazen, and they attacked the Wushuang not far away.

A black mang roared with a strong wind, and the black jade scabbard resisted the attack of the two people, the blade of the knife wiped over, the fire burst out, and under the indifferent gaze of Wushuang, the two of them retreated violently.

Ling Yu stood aside, unmoved, looking at the black jade with a dark body, and once again fell back into his handsless hands, intact, except for the few cracks on the surface.

It seemed that the scabbard was also extremely hard and very broken, Ling Yu thought in his heart, his eyes were unmatched, and his expression was a little strange.

According to what Wushuang said before, the money given to the Chayun Sect was from the looting of the Kou Village, and now those Kou Zhai people came to seek revenge, but they were also people from the Chayun Sect, which really offended the Chayun Sect all over again.

When Ling Yu was still thinking about it, the two men in red turned over and got up, and were repelled by the black jade scabbard, the two of them looked at each other, both of them looked suspicious, and immediately gritted their teeth, took out a red ammunition from their arms, and threw it into the air.

"Heaven and earth, no one can save you."

A black light faintly broke through the sky, and Wushuang stood in the air, probing with his slender hand, holding the red ammunition in his hand, looking at all beings, and the terrifying sword qi was emitted.

"Let's go!" Seeing that there was no hope for help, the two had an extremely tacit understanding, and their wings were violently unleashed, and they fled quickly in both directions.

"Sword Finger!" Seeing a person flying towards him, Ling Yu's eyes were full of energy, and his fingers were condensed, and he pointed out, with a sharp sword intent.

The screams sounded, and the man flew out upside down, and on his right shoulder, a bloody hole was flowing.

The severe pain did not stop, the man only felt an object hit his hand, looked down, and suddenly showed horror, his blood-colored head exuded the residual warmth of blood, and there was still resentment on his face.

Wushuang's figure was like a charm, appearing next to the man, just a flash of sword light in his hand, the man's head flew horizontally, blood gushed out, but it didn't splash a single cent.

For Wushuang, killing people is just a wave of his hand, and the endless years have long made him numb, life and death like smoke, but in an instant.

Ling Yu was silent, although he was a vicious person, but Wushuang never seemed to care about his identity, I am afraid that as long as he offended Wushuang, the end would not be too good.

"Since you have got what you want, say goodbye." Ling Yu looked at Wushuang and said with a smile.

Wushuang's eyelids drooped slightly, and a look of disappointment passed deep in his eyes, but his voice didn't fluctuate much, "Are you leaving, by my side, I can protect you." Qian's hand clenched the scabbard, and there was an imperceptible tremble.

Ling Yu didn't want to look at Wushuang, he didn't know, if he walked with Wushuang and danced with the devil, he didn't know right or wrong, but what Wushuang was carrying was far from being something he could understand, taking a step back and saying, Wushuang was a demon soldier, he had demonic energy, and if he was recognized, he would be killed.

At that time, the people who make the move, I'm afraid that there is no such hasty thing, and the people in the world, for the monsters, are all eliminated first and then quickly.

Ling Yu is not afraid, but he is unwilling to be a demon, unwilling to abandon his own heart, and become a thing to kill.

Looking at Ling Yu in front of him, in Wushuang's mind, a vague figure, a demonic handsome face, revealing a trace of sorrow, less immature, a little more domineering, blurred outline, overlapping with Ling Yu.

"It's really like ......" Wushuang's eyelids drooped slightly, and there was a little nostalgia in his voice, a familiar face, but Wushuang didn't know what this man's name was.

Ling Yu didn't hear Wushuang's words, and saw that the corners of Wushuang's lips were raised, and he didn't know why.

"I wanted to kill you, but I didn't expect to lead to a big monster!"

The mountain wind whistled suddenly, the treetops shook violently, the strong wind blew on his face, Ling Yu retreated to Wushuang's side, his face was a little unnatural, this familiar fluctuation of Yuan Force made Ling Yu's heart sink slightly.

A phantom appeared, a woman in a hat, an independent treetop, under the cover, a pair of clear eyes looked at each other, and her gaze fell on Wushuang, surging and solemn.

"Let's do it."

When Wushuang saw the comer, his expression did not fluctuate much, and he simply said.

Although she is a crippled sword spirit, she is still not a junior to teach, and she also has her arrogance.

Ling Yu looked at the phantom and just whispered to Wushuang, "She is still a spirit bead master of no low rank. ”

I have to say that this is a feared profession, it can have the strength of the three realms of Yuanji, and it is a spirit bead master, such a demonic talent, in the entire northern Xinjiang, I am afraid that I can't find a few people.

The power of the Yuan Force and the power of the Yuan Shen cannot be communicated by the initiates, and the Tao is relatively different, and the energy consumed is far from being understood by ordinary martial artists, and the mystery is incomparable.

However, this person was pursued all the way, and it was not revealed until Wushuang made a move, and he was not a reckless person, so it was inevitable that Ling Yu reminded Wushuang.

Wushuang disagreed, but nodded, holding the scabbard in his hand, using it as a weapon.

Seeing Wushuang like this, the figure also fell from the treetops, and the white palm poked out, and a spirit bead flashed out from the white forehead, floating in his hand, holding the spirit bead, an invisible power of the Yuan Shen emanated, and under the covered cheeks, it was full of solemnity.

"Boom!"

With the breath descending, a light suddenly appeared, slamming heavily into the ground, and the dust and mist filled the body, covering the figure.

"Roar!" The beast roared, stepping on the ground, the huge body, slamming on the ground, revealing two sharp horns, eyes like copper bells, the blood basin mouth opened, the sharp fangs danced, the smell of blood emanated, the entire mountain forest, the monsters everywhere, suddenly rioted, this breath, let them fidget, this pure blood might.

"Windeater." When Wushuang saw this beast, his eyes were a little gloomy, his eyes looked at the woman in the hat, and he said lightly, "The Wind Clan, it's good." ”

Hearing Wushuang's words, the woman in the hat was quite shocked in her heart, and looked at Wushuang vigilantly, her voice was cold, "You and other monsters actually recognize our clan, and they have existed for a while. ”

Wushuang was silent, looking at the Wind Devouring Spirit Beast that was fierce and intimidating the beasts, there were some memories in her mind, which poured out like a tide, making her spirit a little trance.

Looking at the woman holding the spirit bead and holding the Xuan Demon Beast, Ling Yu was shocked in his heart, if this woman had come prepared before, when she was in Qingcheng, she would have died.

"The Wind Clan, when the clan established by the ancient void wind, it took the killing of evil demons as the way and became a clan of its own." Wushuang came back to his senses from the tide of memory, and said sarcastically, "And now its descendants have been reduced to ants, and in order to hunt down and kill low-level martial artists, they also rely on the power of wind devouring beasts. ”

"You're looking for death!"

The figure of the woman in the hat trembled, and the power of the primordial god, the strong wind swept in an instant, and jumped on the back of the wind-swallowing beast, accompanied by a long roar of the sky-swallowing beast, the power of the primordial god, wrapped the woman in the hat, and the sky-swallowing spirit beast, the battle armor condensed.

The cyan armor, full of cracks, was still hit hard, and in the depths of the cracks, the crimson light danced, overflowing in the cracks, exuding a strange aura, which was a breath that made the mind fearful.

Peerless eyes narrowed slightly, such a battle armor can have a great background, but it is no longer the power of the ancient void battle armor.

Ling Yu in the distance looked uncertain, only to feel a cold air surging into his head, and his scalp exploded.

"Boom!"

Exploded, the ground cracked, and the Wind Devouring Beast, its huge body jumped up, opened its bloody mouth, and vaguely, the invisible breath directly locked on Wushuang and devoured it.

Under the cover of the hat, a pretty one, cold as frost, and the killing intent in her eyes was as condensed as substance.

Two forces surged in both hands at the same time, sweeping away like a tide, the woman's mount swallowing the heaven-swallowing beast, the spirit bead in her hand, but I don't know when it turned into a long whip, with the violent yuan force, between the dances, the sound of breaking the wind again and again.

Ling Yu jumped forward and retreated dozens of feet, this level of battle was far from being something he could participate in.

In the face of such an attack, Wushuang's body did not move, the sword dance took the lead, and the sword qi around his body roared, and the momentum was even more compelling.

The two forces collided violently, the bright light, the woods exploded, the demon beasts fled in panic, towering trees, rising from the ground, the two-color yuan force was raging, the sword qi danced, Ling Feng fell quickly, and the giant tree smashed head-on, only to see that it was instantly divided into countless wooden blocks and fell.

Ling Yu's body continued to retreat, and almost dozens of zhang of Yuan Force exploded in front of him, roaring in front of him, this level of battle, Ling Yu had no doubt at all, and he was involved in it, either dead or disabled.

The light covered the Wushuang and the woman in the hat, and the waves swept the ground, and Rao was the closest Ling Yu, and he didn't know.

With a terrible chirp, Ling Yu's eyes trembled, as if he had already taken it.

"Close!"

Wushuang's figure jumped up, Ling Li flew up in mid-air, his palms flipped over and over, the afterimages were repeated, the sword qi was all converging like a body, and his face was a little pale, this time, he used too much spiritual power, and even Wushuang only felt a little weak.

The root of the sword spirit is the spiritual power, which is different from the yuan force, which cannot be recovered by the yuan power of heaven and earth, and it is also extremely slow to recover by itself.

The explosion gradually subsided, and one man and one beast were thrown out of it, and the trees along the way were all shattered, and the huge body of the Wind Swallowing Beast smashed a giant tree across the waist before its body gradually stopped.

The woman in the hat crashed into the back of the Sky Devouring Beast, and was repeatedly hit hard, only to feel a sweetness in her throat, poof, a mouthful of blood spit out, and her expression was sluggish.

Brush!

Wushuang's figure is instantaneous, the scabbard in his hand is whistling, until the hat, invincible, tearing it apart, probing at the woman's white neck, Wushuang looks indifferent, if the scabbard in his hand moves, the woman in front of him will inevitably die.

As the hat was torn apart, a green silk waterfall was down, and the woman's pale cheeks were exposed to the air, although there was no color, it was still moving, cold as frost, clear eyes, between the eyes, not afraid.

Seeing the woman, she didn't beg for mercy, she still had a cold look, and Wushuang didn't bother to say more to her, and the scabbard in her hand was about to take it.

"Why did you kill us?" Ling Yu's expression was a little complicated, and there was a hint of anger in his words.

If it weren't for Shangguan Qingyun's protection, Ling Yu would have died in his hands.

"Demon, you must die, if you want to kill, you will kill!"

The green silk woman's cheeks were cold, and there was no doubt in her words.

"The Wind Riders have also fallen to this." Wushuang looked indifferent, not pitying, holding the black jade scabbard in his hand.

"Let her go!"

An almost roaring voice exploded in the ears of the two of them, Ling Yu had an angry look on his face, and faintly, the demonic qi overflowed from his body.

Wushuang couldn't help but tremble when he looked at Ling Yu like this, and his hand holding the black jade scabbard appeared for a moment.