Lin Yun cut out with a sword, quickly switched to a left-hand shield, and quickly retreated two steps. The black mist turned into a tentacle and slammed into his arm shield. He was awe-inspiring in his heart, this demon beast looked like a mist, but its strength was not small, just this temptation, Lin Yun felt that his left hand was a little difficult. He witnessed the situation of the demon beast devouring several people, and seeing that they were not without resistance at the beginning, but did not break through the shackles of the black mist, then there was a possibility that there was a physical ability. It's just this time that Lin Yun came up with some situations, he was cautious, wandering around the black mist, swinging a sword from time to time, stabbing or cutting or teasing or slashing, and he left with one blow, never in love with fighting. After all, his purpose was not to destroy this demon beast, but to hold it back. When the Black Mist stopped moving closer to the group, he knew that his mission had succeeded for the time being.

"Whoosh!"

A rocket shot out, and at this time it was time for Lin Yun to swim outward, Qin Fang's time was very accurate, and he was an excellent archer.

Fierce flames reappeared, and the black mist seemed to begin to struggle again. Lin Yun was very close, he could feel the blazing temperature, but this blazing heat faded quickly, he was still changing his position on the periphery, when the flames were about to be extinguished, he decisively changed direction, cut inward, and took this opportunity, the footwork under his feet was instantly activated, and the black sword stabbed towards the black mist with all his strength.

The black sword pierced completely, until the end of the handle, and a huge force came down the sword body towards Lin Yun, and he couldn't pull it out for a while. The black mist rolled up visibly with the naked eye, and several protrusions were created in an instant. Lin Yun clearly saw these changes in the scroll, and he knew that it was a tentacle-like existence, and the next breath would hit him. He secretly called it bad, but he was still a little anxious, and now he could only abandon the sword.

At this moment, a cross slash appeared on Lin Yun's side, imprinted on the body of the black mist. The black mist was rolling again, Lin Yun knew that it was Yixuan who made a move, he immediately gave up the defense of his left hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, burst out of power, and shouted. The next moment, he drew his sword and retreated a few steps in an instant.

Lin Yun saw sweat on his forehead, just now the rabbit fell up, but it was thrilling, if the black sword was taken away, his strength would go seven or eight points, if that was the case, he could hardly hold back the black mist for a moment. Fortunately, he won the bet, but it wasn't something to be happy about. Lin Yun didn't know what kind of demon beast it was, but in his mind, no matter what the black mist was, it should just be a means of defense or attack. But just now, with that stab, he was sure that most of the black fog had penetrated through it, but there was no sense of stabbing the real thing, as if the black fog was all of this kind of demon beast, which made him feel a little creepy.

Lin Yun's mind was racing and he went through everything he could think of, but he didn't remember seeing any similar existence at all. He calmed down suddenly, and it seemed that he could only test it step by step, but he didn't know if his spiritual power could last until that time. He seemed to be dragging the black mist, but in fact he had to dodge the black mist's tentacles, because there was no spiritual power mutual, and being stabbed could have to pay a terrible price, even like other people who were engulfed. Therefore, his dodge must be perfect, and he must always maintain a light and agile state, which is not a small burden for him, not to mention that he also needs to attack from time to time. Physical, mental, and spiritual power are all tests, and the absence of any of them could lead to the collapse of his fragile defenses.

Calm down, be calmer, no matter how powerful the existence is, there must be weaknesses, Lin Yun told himself over and over again. Then he roosted up, and another sword swung out, this sword was shallower than all the previous ones, and his footwork was launched earlier, leaving the black mist's attack range.

Behind Lin Yun, Qin Fang and Yixuan stood side by side, and there were a few others behind them. A middle-aged uncle is also an archer, his name is Song Zhao, he is a little famous in the surrounding area, and he also has a vote of brothers under him. At this time, he was holding a huge bow in his hand, twice the size of the Scorching Sun Bow, and he was full of bows, and from time to time blue light flashed, indicating that he was also a cultivator.

Song Zhao has maintained this action since Lin Yun started fighting, and there is no trembling in his hands, which shows how strong his strength is. But he never fired an arrow, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, but at last he loosened his bowstring, waited for the arrow to face down, and then took a deep breath. Without him, it's just that the young man in front of him who is confronting the black fog head-on is too fast. That's it, his footwork is extremely strange and unorganized, this time in this position, the next moment it may appear in a place he definitely didn't expect, which gives him a huge pressure.

Song Zhao could see that this young man was not at ease, he was like a dancer dancing on a sharp knife, although it was dangerous, but he managed to maintain his balance. It was easy for him to shoot the arrow, but it was possible to upset the balance that had been so hard to maintain, and in the end, he chose to wait.

He clearly heard what Lin Yun said, they were Ice Mirror disciples, and it could be seen that Lin Yun's cultivation was not high, so he couldn't help but ask himself, is there really such a big gap between the disciples of the Great Sect and the Scattered Cultivators? Then he glanced at the young boys and girls standing side by side, they were the only people in the field who supported Lin Yun, and helped him stabilize the demon beast, every blow was just right. Maybe the boy who also used a bow and arrow was also a disciple of the Great Sect, he thought to himself.

What Song Zhao didn't know was that Qin Fang was not as calm as he looked, and Lin Yun's body style also brought him a great burden. But as a practitioner who used bows and arrows as weapons, he specialized in the art of eagle eye. And since he was ten years old, he has used the secret medicine of the Medicine King Valley to train his eyes, and now he has a small success in eagle eye technique. That's it, he can barely keep up with Lin Yun's changes, and his rocket attack range is very large, he has to see Lin Yun's changes more accurately before he can attack. Lin Yun's speed was a little faster from the beginning, and his pressure was getting bigger and bigger.

"Take a break, I'll hold it for a while." Yixuan also stared at Lin Yun's movements tightly, and said without turning his head.

When Qin Fang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then let go of the bowstring. He rubbed his aching arm, but he shot three arrows, but it was like the usual state after shooting three pots, he couldn't help but shake his head, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead and adjusted his breathing. He knew that the girl beside him was from Ice Mirror Valley, but he didn't know what method he used to catch up with Lin Yun's speed. When Lin Yun's long sword just fell into the black mist, he was half a beat slower, if it wasn't for her attack, the situation would probably be reversed in an instant. He glanced sideways at the yellowish girl, but he happened to hear her question.

"Don't you have any other arrows? Do you have to make such a big move? ”

Qin Fang stood on the spot.