Shen Hanfeng lowered his eyes, the mud on the ground was still churning, and the number of ghost hands in it was increasing more and more.

"Ghost Hand Swamp, are you Ayasa?" At the time of the Immortal Demon War, Shen Hanfeng had not yet been born, because he had no intersection with these high-level demons, but he had also heard of a demon master like Qu Ayasha.

The woman chuckled, her beautiful and charming face hidden behind the veil: "Who are you?" When she followed, she only felt that the cultivation of this man in white was higher than her, Shen Hanfeng's momentum was great, and she was shocked to realize that this person had already cultivated in the god transformation stage, and it was obviously not the early stage of the god transformation with an unstable foundation.

Shen Hanfeng didn't answer, and asked again, "You said this whip is called the Nether Whip?" ”

Qu Ayasha sneered: "What's the matter, since you know the Nether Whip, you naturally know what kind of thing you have taken." Judging by the appearance, you are also a well-known figure in the hypocritical and righteous path, so you shouldn't want to have anything to do with our demons. ”

Shen Hanfeng was silent, Zhuo Junchen stood beside Shizun, but he could clearly perceive that Shizun's breathing was stagnant. The spirit weapon is included in the dantian, this ghost whip is already Zhuo Junchen's natal spirit weapon, unless he dies, this ghost whip can no longer be taken out.

The Frost Burning Sword slashed, and the sword qi slashed to the ground without any fanciness, and the surging aura slammed into countless mire and black water, splashing on the high walls on both sides, making a sizzling sound of corrosion.

"The method of curly silk yarn is treacherous, you follow me." Shen Hanfeng instructed in a low voice. Zhuo Junchen came back to his senses, nodded respectfully to the master, and looked at the faint red shadow, his mood was quite complicated. When he entered the Qinghua Immortal Gate, how the Zhuo clan bravely resisted the enemy, and finally folded under the hands of the witch Qu Ayasha, has long been worn, and how many people are indignant and threaten to punish the traitor and eliminate the evil.

Now in front of him, the former enemy of the exterminating clan, he does not have much anger, only a trace of vigilance and prudence. After all, his memories when he was young were gone, and his only connection with the Zhuo clan seemed to be the jade plate on his neck and a body of flesh and blood.

What surprised Zhuo Junchen even more was that the Nether Whip that he had put into his body spontaneously joined the operation of spiritual power, and the mass of demonic qi that had been entrenched in his body seemed to be pulled away, and unconsciously flowed into the dantian, gradually diffuse, mixed with his original spiritual power, intertwined with each other, but distinct.

Shizun's hand is still on his waist, although he can hold a sword with one hand, but to protect him by his side, Shizun has an empty door. Zhuo Junchen knew that his spiritual power was still too low, but he still took out the Chongxiao Sword, even if it could only help the master a little.

Seeing that the master and apprentice were stubborn, Qu Ayasha frowned secretly, she would definitely not be able to deal with this man in white, but the only way to do this now is to find a way to hijack this foundation building period, maybe there is still some chance of winning.

Zhuo Junchen's six senses were extremely keen, and almost immediately felt the eyes of Qu Ayasha falling on him. The hand holding the heavy sword tightened a little, but he still became a burden that dragged down the master.

Shen Hanfeng's combat power was almost unsurpassed in the entire cultivation realm, not entirely because of his cultivation realm, but because he was extremely focused when facing the enemy. In just a few breaths, Shen Hanfeng had already cast several swords, and his sword moves were so powerful that he could almost freeze with a severe cold. In the blink of an eye, the huge mire in front of him was covered with a thin layer of ice.

The spiritual root of the koji silk yarn belongs to fire, and the pale spiritual fire of the fingertips jumps. The ghost hand quagmire in front of him was really a medium-grade magic weapon, and the Frost Burning Sword was not only of a higher grade than it, but with Shen Hanfeng's spiritual power to restrain it, Qu Ayasha was even more difficult to deal with.

It's just that they have Nether Whip in their hands.

She searched for more than 100 years, and finally found it, how could she watch it being taken away by others!

Under the veil, Qu Ayasha bit her red lips, her nails cut through her fingertips, and the red blood gradually stained the pale spiritual fire with a layer of demonic smelt. This method of urging spiritual power with painstaking efforts is the same as the original method of resisting Zhuo Junchen, and the soaring power comes from self-damage.

The cold ice on the mire shattered instantly, and the black hand, which was already thick, swelled a little, and the hand bones that only stretched out the length of the forearm were like arrows from the string, and they rose one layer higher, and surrounded the master and apprentice. There are bubbles in the mire, and the dark demonic energy is floating up weakly, seemingly inconspicuous, but it is implied to kill.

Shen Hanfeng's eyelashes moved slightly, and the tip of the sword pointed down towards the fastest ghost hand, with a clear knock, with these slight strengths, the figures of the two rose up.

Zhuo Junchen frowned, after he and Zhan Baichuan and Lian Xinhong had been sparring for a long time, he had also gained a lot of vision. With Shizun's ability, he didn't have to worry about these ghost hands at all, but with him by his side, Shizun still needed to worry about these demonic qi infiltrating him.

After being raised, the figures of the two of them had been half closer to Qu Ayasa, and Zhuo Junchen could almost see Qu Ayasha's appearance through the light veil.

The woman just smiled contemptuously, put her slender hands together, and gathered the spiritual fire, and the next moment, with a twist of her hands, the ten fingers bloomed like petals, and the pale spiritual fire gushed out, expanding in an instant, engulfing the two of them.

This move was extremely expensive, but Qu Aya did not stop her movements. The two masters and apprentices could not be seen in the pale firelight, but Qu Ayasha could sense that the two were not severely injured by this sudden big move.

In the midst of the flames, Shen Hanfeng's right hand waved extremely fast, and he could almost only see a fluttering phantom, Zhuo Junchen knew for the first time that this sword shadow could still be used like this. The ground is drawn as a prison, and the shadow of the sword envelops the two of them impermeable, and also isolates the fierce fire outside.

Although the trick was not too difficult, Shen Hanfeng still hugged the apprentice tighter. He was too focused, and he didn't realize that Zhuo Junchen was very close to him at this time, and the tip of his tall nose could almost touch the side of Shen Hanfeng's neck. There was a clear smell of a clear spring on Shizun's body, Zhuo Junchen couldn't help but be a little shaken, and the hot snort fell on the side of Shizun's neck, and was blocked back by this jade-white skin, which made people a little obsessed for no reason.

"Hold on!" Shen Hanfeng's voice suddenly came, the muscles of the left hand on Zhuo Junchen's waist tightened, and with a flash of sword light, Shen Hanfeng broke the spiritual fire of the curved silk yarn.

The spiritual fire was dispersed, and Qu Ayasha, who was originally only a foot away from them, was gone, and Shen Hanfeng frowned. He thought that Qu Ayasha found a flaw for them because of his lack of spiritual power, but the current scene undoubtedly told him that he was afraid that he was in the way of Qu Ayasha!

The apprentice, who had been quiet, suddenly snorted, and then the sound of Zhuo Junchen swinging his sword. Shen Hanfeng's heart jumped, and as soon as his footsteps turned, cold air flowed out along his movements when he stomped on the ground with his left foot. This was not a small fight to seal the quagmire, but after Shen Hanfeng poured a small half of his spiritual power, he forcibly created an icy enchantment in this narrow alley.

The Frost Burning Sword followed at the first moment, and the skin and flesh were pierced, and the curved ayasha could only pierce the witch's shoulder blade with the long sword that avoided the key point and carried the cold spiritual power.

His eyes swept over Zhuo Junchen's pale face, Shen Hanfeng saw a black palm print appear on his apprentice's shoulder, his skin and flesh were already scorched, and in his anger, he didn't even notice the look of horror on Qu Ayasha's face!

The expression that had been ancient and waveless was broken by anger, the corners of Shen Hanfeng's eyes were slightly red, and his handsome face revealed the ultimate killing intent for the first time!

With a slight turn of his wrist, he poured his killing spiritual power into the sword body and slashed downward, looking at the posture to directly split the curved silk yarn in half.

Between the lightning and flint, Qu Ayasha did not retreat, but approached Zhuo Junchen, stretching out her hand as if she was about to land on Zhuo Junchen's heart.

Attacking the enemy must be saved, Shen Hanfeng could only withdraw the long sword so as not to hurt the apprentice. With that blow, Qu Ayasha smashed a wisp of cold spiritual fire into Zhuo Junchen's body. At this time, Zhuo Junchen's spiritual power was chaotic, and he was burning inside, but he didn't sit still, his right hand grabbed the shoulder of the master, leaned back, and Zhuo Junchen kicked Qu Ayasha in the waist with a kick!

Shen Hanfeng guessed the apprentice's move, so he naturally cooperated and retreated without the slightest hesitation, so that the witch's palm did not fall on him.

Both were defeated, Shen Hanfeng's heart was slightly confused, worried about the injuries on his apprentice's body, but the enemy was in front, and he couldn't relax. Qu Ayasha took a few steps back, covering the wound on her left shoulder, the love in her eyes was complicated. As soon as his right hand was raised, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Qu Ayasha's eyes, and the calm ghost hand mire on the left hand side of the master and apprentice suddenly exploded, and countless pitch-black poisonous water towards the master and apprentice.

Zhuo Junchen was injured, and Shen Hanfeng switched places with his apprentice as soon as his body changed. Zhuo Junchen was shocked, but he didn't see the scene behind Shizun, and only heard a jingling sound. The Frost Burning Sword drew an arc of light and flew towards Qu Ayasa, leaving no room for Qu Ayasa to sneak attack.

Zhuo Junchen grabbed Shizun's shoulder and said urgently: "Master! ”

Shen Hanfeng shook his head, looked around again, and could no longer feel the storage of the curly silk yarn in the enchantment.

Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, whether it is lost or won, Shen Hanfeng has never been happy or angry, but when he saw the wound on his apprentice's shoulder, he was angry for the first time in his heart. The wounds on his disciple's body will be repaid a hundred times by bending the silk yarn!

Zhuo Junchen was relieved to see that there was indeed no wound on Shizun's body. It's just that as soon as his heart slowed down, the frenzied aura in his body began to make trouble, and Zhuo Junchen opened his mouth to say something, but as soon as he opened his lips, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Before losing consciousness, Zhuo Junchen only saw that Shizun's white clothes were stained with blood, like a little cold plum in the snow. He thought to himself, fortunately, it was not the blood of the master.

Outside Yongyang City, Qu Ayasha finally couldn't hold back the blood and dripped into the grass beside her. She didn't seem to feel the slightest pain at this time, and there was still surprise in her mind. She originally wanted to use the spiritual fire to control the young man, but she didn't want the spiritual fire to enter her body, and she found that the Nether Whip had been refined by the young man. What was even more unbelievable was that she felt a hint of familiarity in the young man's dantian.

Qu Ayasha grabbed the placket of her heart, and her eyes were unconsciously red: "Your Excellency ......"