"Ziwei is a real person!" said one of the dark shadows in surprise.

The middle-aged man who stepped into the air looked at Lin Huiyu calmly and said, "I've seen you, how could you practice my Dao Sect Mind Method and Dark Demon Sect Technique at the same time?"

Lin Huiyu, who was slowly retreating, finally stopped, looking at the seemingly ordinary man in front of her, but who brought her endless coercion, she knew that there was no place behind her to retreat.

The next moment, endless black began to surge around her body, and the three thousand green silks behind her head rose with the wind, and a war spear with a lingering black light condensed bit by bit.

Since there is no way back, there is only one way to fight!

"If you put down your weapon and explain it to me back to the Dao Gate, I don't have to do anything to you!" said the middle-aged man in a Taoist robe as he looked at the rich black, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

"Hmph, take me back if you have the ability!" A crisp cold snort suddenly sounded, and Lin Huiyu, who was still a few meters away, had already appeared less than two meters in front of the Dao-robed man, and the war spear was slowly squeezing inch by inch in front of the Dao-robed man as if it were a thousand pounds.

Ziwei Zhenren's hands kept changing gestures, weaving one cyan ripple after another around him, centering on him like water waves, constantly rippling and spreading around, repeatedly.

The black spear was like a little spark in the cyan sea, pushing forward with difficulty and determination.

Lin Huiyu's body suddenly revealed three cyan lights, she seemed to look at her chest in amazement, and then the image of the whole person continued to distort, and finally turned into pieces of light.

Her body had appeared behind Ziwei Zhenren, and it turned out that what was in front of her was only an afterimage left by her rapidly moving figure.

The spear finally pierced the cyan ripples, but after the ripples, it seemed as if they only pierced into a cloud of air, without the slightest point of focus.

Lin Huiyu's eyes faintly revealed a hint of confusion, she reached out and held the war spear, a cloud of scarlet blood spat out of her mouth, coating the dark black blade with a layer of bright red patterns.

With a muffled snort, she smiled slightly: "So that's the case!"

As the words fell, she reached out and grabbed the black war spear, and then slowly raised it, and as the strength gathered again, the tip of the war spear suddenly lit up with a dazzling milky white light!

It spun twice in Lin Huiyu's hand, and then smashed down the empty place in front of him out of thin air, and an invisible enchantment suddenly appeared in front of her, and dark cyan ripples suddenly shattered, and her shot seemed to smash a mirror that didn't exist.

There was a light sound in the air, as if he didn't expect Lin Huiyu to be able to penetrate his defenses.

In a cyan light and shadow, Ziwei's real figure reappeared in place, but this time he was not gradually clear as he surfaced, but seemed to bounce out of the void, looking a little embarrassed.

However, his voice was still low and powerful: "I didn't expect you to be able to have an epiphany on the battlefield to understand this layer of rules, what a good seedling!"

He was greeted by an endless shadow of gunfire, Ziwei Zhenren did not dodge this time, but snorted coldly: "Stubborn!"

"Pro!" his mouth snapped, and a dazzling purple light suddenly lit up in front of Lin Huiyu's war spear, and for a while, Lin Huiyu's body completely turned into a purple area,

An invisible wave quickly spread from the center of the light, and the wave contained deadly power, and everywhere it passed, all the black was immediately destroyed and clean.

A muffled snort faintly came from the center, and it echoed gracefully, making people can't help but feel a trace of pity in their hearts.

At this moment, the eyes of the three figures who were still watching the battle quietly trembled, with the strength of their Yu Mansion Realm, they couldn't see through what kind of power Ziwei Zhenren was using, whether it was the Divine Law Realm or the Spirit Void Realm, they couldn't tell at all.

But they knew that if it was themselves who faced the enemy, they would probably lose the courage to face the enemy from the beginning, let alone raise their guns to face the battle.

Just as they were in their pity, the purple light suddenly began to shake violently, and a slender but tough black light shot up into the sky, and a painful snort exploded in the air.

The purple light suddenly burst open, and a staggered figure fell to the ground as if it had lost gravity.

In the burst purple light, a small and faint black light that was almost imperceptible finally fell on Ziwei's real waist, and a small black cloud dyed the purple light and suddenly exploded.

Ziwei Zhenren snorted, and the whole person took more than ten steps back to stabilize his body, so as not to let himself fall. He looked at the wound on his waist in disbelief, as if he didn't believe that a mere Yu Fujing could hurt himself.

Ziwei Zhenren's eyes were cold, she raised her left hand, wiped a little blood from her waist, and then flicked her fingers... That streak of blood turned into thousands of straight red lines, and instantly struck towards Lin Huiyu who fell to the ground.

Lin Huiyu's eyes were sloppy and he looked at the blood line that struck, as if he had returned to that day, that dry and thin figure, and countless thunderbolts were rolling.

Finally, everything turned into reluctance, and she endured the severe pain and screamed softly, and in her soft shout, a thick black light like thunder and lightning surged out of her body.

Countless blood was like scattered bright red peonies against the background of half of the black night.

When the world returned to color, a black war spear was inserted into Ziwei Zhenren's chest, and small dark shadows burst out around the tip of the spear, and countless tiny black lights scurried around the tip of the spear.

The tip of the spear trembled slightly, but no matter how hard it tried, the spear couldn't go any deeper!

The blood on Lin Huiyu's lips, who was lying on the ground, gradually began to fade.

"Don't!" the voices of a man and a woman pierced the night.

A thin short sword quietly appeared behind Ziwei Zhenren, shaking several times in a row like a poisonous snake, sweeping his hands and legs respectively, and then the tip of the sword silently pierced his chest.

Ziwei Zhenren's eyes dimmed, and then he slowly looked up at the sky and said, "Bing!"

With his hands and fingers intertwined, his figure rose several feet higher again, and purple lightning suddenly lit up in the sky, slashing at the bald woman behind him who was sneaking up with a sword.

A red figure chased and jumped between the purple lightning, and the short sword lit up from time to time, and finally was slashed to the ground by the purple lightning.

Looking at Lin Huiyu without a trace of blood, Xu Fusheng's hands seemed to not know where to fall!

"I'm your ancestor!"

Thousands of words turned into this hoarse scolding, Xu Fusheng, whose eyes were blood-red, slowly rose into the air, and the Yu Mansion Realm, which had not been able to break through for a long time, came in an instant.

A black and white light faintly flowed in front of him, and a black long sword stabbed indomitably towards the figure that was still in the air.

"Hey......" A sigh came, and Ziwei Zhenren looked at the sword stabbed by Xu Fusheng, and the Dao robe in front of him instantly turned into a cloud of powder.

His hands were gently clasped together, and he stopped the advancing short sword, and countless electric lights seemed to light up in his hands.

"Fight!"

His figure stepped back step by step, and syllables popped out of his mouth one syllable after another.

The last word fell, the dark night sky seemed to be torn in half, and a purple thunder seemed to squeeze through the clouds, broke through the gate of heaven, and fell towards the top of Xu Fusheng's head.

A black and white light converged on Xu Fusheng's head as if it had a spirituality, slowly flowing into a black and white pattern, and the purple sky thunder fell into the black and white world.

The entire night sky seemed to shake, and suddenly there were two more dots of purple in the black and white pattern, and then the thunder began to dissipate, and the light of the black and white pattern began to slowly extinguish.

A stumbling red figure pulled across Xu Fusheng's body, and the short sword slashed several lines of blood in front of Ziwei Zhenren's body, falling towards the ground.

Ziwei Zhen spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, looked at the ground, and finally turned into a long sigh and strode away into the distance.

Li Xiuning, who was hiding far away from the battlefield, only saw two beautiful figures falling in the air, above the sea of clouds, between day and night, there was only the figure of the middle-aged man in the gray robe!

Yang Qing'er, who was slowly falling, finally fell in front of Lin Huiyu, Xu Fusheng also slowly broke free from her hands, looked at the endless night sky, and then looked at the three figures who had fled into the distance, and finally turned his head to look at Lin Huiyu, whose face was no longer bloody.

What came to mind was the fragments one by one, from the state capital to southern Xinjiang, she went to the Miao tribe for him, regardless of life and death for him, and then she pretended to be a divine servant, as if they were used to each other's existence.

Lying alone on the ground at this moment, he realized that she was so important to him, far more important than he imagined.

A trace of pain tugged at his internal organs, like an invisible giant hand in the dark that grabbed his heart and liver in the palm of his hand and rubbed it, and the grief flooded his soul like a mountain of sea.

Xiao Fei'er got out of the grass and strung to Lin Huiyu's side, and she was about to cry in a hurry, and she kept shouting: "Sister Huiyu, Sister Huiyu!"

Xu Fusheng dragged his heavy steps to Lin Huiyu's side, and his hands couldn't stop trembling, and he asked word by word: "Fei'er, don't cry first, look at Huiyu's injury." ”

Xiao Fei'er then remembered that she was a disciple of the witch doctor, and her two hands were firmly attached to Lin Huiyu's chest, and her mouth was silently reciting the unique language of the Miao people.

Yang Qing'er, who was dressed in red and had been half-scorched by purple thunder and lightning, and even the lotus on her bald head was scorched, looked at Xiao Fei'er in a daze, as if waiting for a miracle to appear.

Li Xiuning also appeared at the scene at some point, she secretly looked at Yang Qing'er, and then at Xu Fusheng, but no one looked at her at this moment.

After a long time, Xiao Fei'er said in a crying voice: "Sister Huiyu is not dead yet, but the vitality in her body is close to drying up, and the master has not taught me how to treat this kind of patient." ”

As soon as Xu Fusheng heard that no one was dead, his eyes without any emotional fluctuations suddenly turned grim and said: "Is there a way to maintain her current condition, we will immediately rush back to Luoyang to find someone to help." ”

Xiao Fei'er nodded hurriedly, and kept reciting incantations in her mouth while nodding. One poisonous insect after another began to cover Lin Huiyu's body, until the poisonous insects inside and out seemed to surround Lin Huiyu entirely.

Xiao Fei'er slowly raised her head and said, "Now it's okay, we have to wake up Sister Hui Yu as soon as possible, otherwise these insects can only maintain her blood circulation, but they can't guarantee Sister Hui Yu's vitality."

Once the faint vitality is completely extinguished, then Sister Hui Yu will never be able to be saved again. ”