Xiao Jiange was covered in blood, and ran madly towards the road down the mountain, his white hair fluttered, his face was full of blood, and his eyes were crazy and fatal, a mink coat had already been stained red with blood, and after the last move in the cave, Xiao Jiange had another sword on his body, which was the same scar as the previous sword, but it spread down from his left shoulder, and the injury was even more serious, which could be said to almost split his sword in half.

For the first time, Xiao Jiange felt such a powerful opponent in the same realm, and it was terrifying.

"Tick, tick" The blood continued to drip and smash on the ground like beans, and a bloodstain flowed along the way, Xiao Jiange's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his true qi was exhausted, and he ran wildly with his body technique, and there was a patch of blood along the way.

A figure burst out from the billowing smoke and dust, and the man's chest was pierced by a sword hole with a fist-sized blood hole, and the same blood was pooled, which was caused by Xiao Jiange's two moves before, although it was seriously injured, the wound was recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, which showed its terrifying physical strength.

Ling Hu Leng's expression was as gloomy as water, and a little anxious color flashed in his eyes, he never expected that Xiao Jiange would be able to resist his own killing move without dying, and even escape from the cave as soon as possible, which was beyond Ling Hu's expectations, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and he was really angry, wanting to catch up with Xiao Jiange and give him a sword to make up for him and kill him before he arrived at the goose and did not return.

Xiao Jiange was seriously injured, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to be caught up by the figure in yellow cloth behind him.

"Suffer death!" Ling Hu's cold eyes were cold, he raised his sword, and several swords fell, simple and domineering, only to see three blood-colored sword qi break out of the air, directly attacking Xiao Jiange.

Xiao Jiange's heart was awe-inspiring, he only felt the death cover, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, turned around and strengthened his true qi, and the two swords of love and affection came out of the sheath together, wanting to make the last struggle.

Facing the three blood-colored sword qi that broke through the air, Xiao Jiange's eyes were in a trance, which was caused by excessive blood loss, Xiao Jiange's figure couldn't help but shake, the true qi was lifted and dispersed, scattered and mentioned, Xiao Jiange was desperate.

Are you going to die?" Xiao Jiange thought to himself.

"Whoosh" Just as the three blood-colored sword qi were approaching, a sword qi that seemed to come from hell suddenly broke through the air, and the yellow runes that passed along the way fell one after another, dissolving all the three blood-colored sword qi.

"Boom" The four sword qi converged, and suddenly the stars dissipated, and Xiao Jiange couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw such a scene.

"Hell is bleak and ghosts are walking, and Biluo Huangquan is open with a sword, and I want to ask where the son is going? A clear voice sounded from behind Xiao Jiange.

Dressed in white, he stood upright, like an immortal descending to earth, the emerald green jade pendant on his waist swayed lightly, his head was tied with a hairband, a few strands of green silk hung down in front of his forehead, and the cold sword in front of him stood in levitation, the sword body trembled slightly, and there was a burst of sword roars.

The person who came was none other than the son of the mourning sword, Duan Yuran.

"Sizzle" A sword roared, Duan Yuran put his fingers together, and with a slight wave, the cold sword suspended in front of him suddenly flew out of the air, and fell in front of Xiao Jiange, and at the same time, his figure flashed, and he suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Jiange.

"You go first, I'll break it off" Duan Yuran's expression was solemn, and he said to Xiao Jiange, and then looked coldly at the menacing Ling Hu Leng in front of him.

"Waiting for you down the mountain, if you can't beat it, you can escape" Xiao Jiange said heavily, clenched his palms, looked at Ling Hu Leng deeply, and then decisively turned around and fled down the mountain.

"Ha, it's affectionate, but it's extremely obstructive, can you stop me alone?" Ling Hu's cold eyes flashed a trace of impatience, and a murderous aura suddenly rose between his eyebrows, and he was also murderous to Duan Yuran.

"And what about me?" At this moment, a cold voice echoed around, and I saw a brilliant red flame burst out in the void, and a figure slowly appeared out of thin air.

The man was wearing a red-striped white robe, red hair, a dark green hairband, red hair bangs fluttering on his forehead, revealing a red fire pattern, I saw him with a pair of red pupils, his face was cold, and there was no smile at the corner of his mouth.

I saw a flash of red flames in his hand, and a simple long knife slowly appeared in his hand, and then suddenly closed the fan, and the red flames around him suddenly turned into blue flames, a pair of red pupils suddenly turned into blue pupils, and the red fire pattern on his forehead flashed and then turned into a blue fire pattern.

"Annoying, let's solve it quickly" made the fox feel a little irritable in his heart, the goose will not return to the bottom of the mountain, and it will be troublesome if it is not clean and neat.

"Sizzle" Ling Hu Leng struck with a cold sword in his hand, approaching Duan Yuran, Duan Yuran's expression was solemn, and he also provoked it with a sword and went head-on.

"Snort" True Qi Sword Qi intertwined, with a bang, True Qi rippled around, Duan Yuran retreated a few meters away, and the silver cloth shoes stepped on the ground with a scratch.

"Big waves wash sand!" On the other side, Zhu Wen also moved, and the monstrous blue flames rose violently, and the flame sword qi swept across a radius of three feet, turning into a tornado formed by the rotation and condensation of the blue flame knife qi and slashing out, overwhelmingly crushing towards Linghu Leng.

"Boom" and "Boom" made Hu Leng have to block it with a horizontal sword, and the tornado formed by the blue flame sword qi swept straight in, making Hu Leng horizontal sword as small as a meson.

"Snort" The knife qi was intertwined, and the flames burned and sputtered, causing the fox's cold yellow cloth to be cut one by one, and a knife wound suddenly appeared on his body, and at the same time, his figure also retreated.

Zhu Wen looked at Duan Yuran, and the two of them looked at each other and nodded in understanding.

Duan Yuran's body was shocked, and the ten thousand ghost pregnant spirits emitted out, with him as the center, a black mist suddenly appeared in a radius of three zhang, and one after another black skeleton ghost shadows rose up, the emerald lantern ghost eyes emitted a faint green light, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of turbid air, Duan Yuran was dressed in white, and the cold sword rotated in front of him, and a blood-red vortex bloomed and expanded from in front of him.

A sword shadow that seemed to come from hell burst out of the vortex, and the sword body was wrapped around chains, and suddenly the yellow rune paper fell, as if opening the way for this sword shadow.

With the blessing of the Ten Thousand Ghost Pregnant Spirits, Duan Yuran made a sword move, opened the Yama Dao figure, and the sword shadow shot out of the air, directly attacking Ling Hu Leng who resisted the blue flame sword qi and formed a tornado.

Zhu Wen also moved in unison, the blue flames around his body roared and swirled in the air, the blue flames in the sky gathered the ancient long knife in his hand, and the nine-fold angel came out with a single move, and he stepped forward with the knife to kill Ling Hu Leng, and a knife flew into the air, and three huge blue flame knife qi rose up all over the sky, covering and falling down.

The two of them came to kill with extreme moves, and the power was surging and terrifying.

Seeing the two of them coming, the corners of Ling Hu's mouth turned into a cold smile, and his face was not afraid at all, as if he was waiting for this opportunity.

"Drink" I saw Ling Fox Leng drink clearly, the blood and qi around his body spread and oscillated, and suddenly the tornado outlined by the blue flame suddenly collapsed, and the world was scattered, and then Ling Fox Leng inserted a sword into the ground, opened the fist, and the air sank into the dantian, from the ground around him was cracked one by one, and the gravel hung in the air, making the fox Leng clenched his fists with both hands, and the blood and qi on the fist swirled, and the gravel seemed to be pulled and gathered around his fist.

"Roar" A beast roar sounded, and a blood-colored dragon phantom rose from the sky behind Ling Fox Leng, which suddenly made Fox Leng's body increase his qi and blood, and a stream of blood spread from under his feet, with him as the center, and a sea of blood was turned around him.

Duan Yuran and Zhu Wen both felt bad when they saw this scene, and a sense of crisis came to their hearts.

I saw Ling Hu Leng blast out two punches, one punch against the two pole moves of Yuran and Zhu Wen in the upper section.

"Boom" the three collided, the air shook in all directions, and suddenly the wind and currents around the three people converged, the ground sank into three zhang, and suddenly turned into an aura, the wind flowed, the sand and stones were flying, and the grass and trees were destroyed.

Duan Yuran and Zhu Wen changed color together, only to feel that they were trapped in the mudflow, and they couldn't advance or retreat.

In the collision of the three, a shocking scene happened, only to see that the hell sword qi and the three superimposed blue flame sword qi actually began to collapse and dissipate little by little under the bombardment and friction of the two fists.

"Break it for me!" Ling Hu Leng had black hair flying, dressed in yellow broken cloth clothes, although his body was embarrassed but full of tyrannical color, I saw him urge Yuan Gong again, the muscles of his hands soared, and the qi and blood on his body rose more and more, and suddenly his fist power increased again.

"Boom" boom.

The two pole moves then broke, and suddenly the space exploded, turning into a piece of light, and two figures flew out of the explosive space, spitting red.

Duan Yuran and Zhu Wen flew out upside down, the two of them looked at each other in mid-air, and they had a heart, and when they landed, they both ignored their injuries, and the figures on the ground on their toes used their strength to run backwards with their strength, and fled with their lives.

"Want to escape?" Ling Hu Leng saw such a scene, his pupils shrank, the corners of his mouth curled, he licked his lips and said in a low voice, his hands were drenched in blood, the flesh turned out, the sword qi in one hand was intertwined with the previous poisonous gas, and the sword qi in the other hand was diffuse and scorched, but Ling Hu Leng didn't care at all, and his eyes showed a sense of pleasure.

It's been a long time since I've had this kind of bloodthirsty feeling, one of the Condensing Realm One Heavy Heaven, and two Ruins Realm refining vein cultivators, can actually have the strength of the Three Heavens of the Condensing God Realm, which makes Ling Hu Leng look impressed, and they all escaped from his hands three times and twice.

Linghu Leng drew his sword and rose up, chasing after the two of them, no, to be precise, there were three people, and there was also a Xiao Jiange.

The cold wind was facing him, making the killing intent in the fox's cold eyes more and more intense, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, run, run, if you can't escape from the mountain before I catch up, then accept the sanction of death.

As a Demon Cult killer, Ling Hu Leng has always taken the head of people from the army, and then was chased and killed for thousands of miles, but now he feels different, as if the position has been reversed, he has become the person who pursues and kills, this freshness makes him feel very happy, it turns out that killing people can still be played like this.

Xiao Jiange was seriously injured and fled not far away, but he was caught up by Duan Yuran and Zhu Wen in a moment.

Xiao Jiange wore a red-sable coat coldly, covered his chest with his hands, and ran wildly all the way, blood stains spread all over the ground.

He looked at Duan Yuran and Zhu Wen who came to him from the left and right from the back in surprise.

One of the white clothes was dyed red, as if the immortals were stained with dust, Duan Yuran broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, his face was pale, his right arm slipped weakly, the blood stained the entire arm red, and his right hand trembled, it can be seen that the power of that punch, Duan Yuran had palpitations, fortunately, his right hand was damaged by the meridians, if the power was a little stronger, his right arm would be useless.

One of the white robes was stained with blood, which set off the red lines on the white robe more vividly, there was no indifferent smile on his face, and his face was also pale, the person who came was Zhu Wen, and his left arm was drooping, and the injury was not light.

Neither of them had the strength to fight again, Xiao Jiange couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he saw this scene, it was so powerful that Ling Hu was cold, and he was disabled when he joined forces.

"You" The three of them ran wildly, eager to run to the bottom of the mountain in one go, and as they fled, Xiao Jiange looked at the two of them and was about to speak.

"You're big, don't run yet"

"Lives are dying"

I saw the two of them interrupting Xiao Jiange's words together, and the two of them helped Xiao Jiange, who was seriously injured and dying, with one hand intact, to help Xiao Jiange, who was seriously injured and dying, and fled towards the bottom of the mountain with his crazy true qi.

There was a strange scene on the Phantom Spirit Mountain, the three of them helped each other to flee for their lives, the blood was flowing to the ground, and behind the three of them there was a person holding a sword and chasing and killing, and a heavy heavenly cultivation in the Condensing Divine Realm emanated, and the blood and qi around the body soared to the sky, so that the surrounding warriors who passed along the way did not dare to intervene.

The grass and trees are deep, chasing and fleeing, and before you know it, you have passed halfway up the mountain, and you are about to reach the foot of the mountain.

The foot of the mountain is the place where the geese do not return and wait for them, if they can't kill the two before they reach the bottom of the mountain, they are afraid that they will be stopped by the geese and even expose their identities.

At that time, it was time for the brothers to turn against each other, and Ling Hu thought coldly, and suddenly showed a cold look in his eyes.

Yan Bugui is his only friend in this life, and he will not let this happen.

Ling Hu's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the killing intent rose suddenly,