The speed of the evil spirit is fast, and the speed of sealing is not slow.

One rode the wind on the ground, and the other flew to the ground from the roof.

The two phases met a foot behind Liang Mu, and the silver armor guards reacted.

The first to react was Liang Mu, this guy may not be able to do other things, and his ability to avoid evil is second to none.

When Feng Yi's complexion changed, he had already begun to pay attention to the Zhou of the rise.

Although he had never seen a dark shadow, although he had never smelled the resentment, he reacted immediately as soon as Feng Yi's warning words came out.

Hurriedly rushed forward, but unexpectedly, there were steps in front of the gate of the rice shop under his feet to block the road, and he was about to fall down when he stumbled.

At the critical moment, Liang Mu didn't care whether his posture was beautiful or not, and he flew directly to the ground, and then rolled on the spot and rolled into the rice shop.

As soon as Fang got up, there was a loud explosion behind him.

It was the sound of fists intersecting, and the sound of qi cracking, it was obvious that Feng Yi had already fought with the evil spirit.

Without waiting for Liang Mu to get up, Gongsun Yi, Shen Luofeng, Lingzhi, and Kong Liren rushed out of the backyard before and after.

The four of them each took the blade in their hands, and after running out, they saw Feng Yi clenching his left hand into a fist, and his right hand pointing into a knife, fighting a short and thin middle-aged man in a black robe.

This man had a gloomy face, cloudy eyes, and a pale complexion, like a dead corpse.

But he was moving around alive, and he was inseparable from Feng Yi.

Faintly, it seemed that he had suppressed Feng Yi for a few points, and he was so busy that he couldn't spare time to reach into the Xuan sac and take out the Xuan Bing long knife.

"It's really a shapeshifting demon. ”

Gongsun Yi snorted coldly, shook his long sword with a solemn expression, and jumped into the field.

Shen Luofeng and the other three followed.

The rest of them, whose cultivation is not as good as a few of them, had the heart to step forward to help the boxing assistants, but as soon as Fang Fang joined, he was kicked out by the evil spirit.

The strength of this evil spirit is really the only thing Feng Yi has seen in his life, and it seems to be one and a half points stronger than Wang Hongliang.

Wang Hongliang is a great power in the late stage of the Xuan Realm, this evil spirit is only two lines, although it is possessed to the corpse and transformed, and its combat power is comparable to that of the Xuan, how can it really surpass Wang Hongliang?

It's just that because of that night, Wang Hongliang was unfavorable, and he was seriously injured by the old man and the fifth elder, and lost a leg.

A strong combat power can't be exerted, and the powerful occult magic that can only be urged by the Xuan Realm can not be used, so it leaves Feng Yi with the impression that he is not very strong.

One man, one evil spirit, the battle is inseparable. Feng Yi couldn't say how bitter he was, and he couldn't even buy time to urge the Blood Burning Secret Technique.

When he was desperate, it happened that Gongsun Yi and others joined the battle.

The long sword in Gongsun Yi's hand walked lightly and swiftly, and one sword was slashed, which looked like it was just a sword, but in fact, it had slashed four or five swords in a row.

or stabbed or teased, or cut or picked, all the dead points around the short and thin man possessed by the evil spirit.

Evil spirits possess people, and although their combat power has increased, they also have all kinds of limitations of human bodies.

For example, if the flesh and blood are hit, the evil spirits will also die.

Therefore, Gongsun Yi stabbed out with a sword, and the evil spirit's fists were not as long as the sword, so he could only laugh fiercely, retreat, and dodge.

At this moment, Shen Luofeng slashed with a broad-bladed heavy sword.

The evil spirit had not yet gained a firm foothold, and felt that the danger was approaching, so it was too late to dodge, so he hurriedly dispersed the black mist and turned into an ink-colored barrier to block it.

Shen Luofeng's swordsmanship is the Shen's deciduous swordsmanship of the Yulin Sect, which is divided into two parts, a light sword, and Gongsun Yi take the same fast road.

Shen Xuan and Shen Luoye, the former sect master of the Yulin Sect, practiced light swords.

And Shen Luofeng and his son Shen Bin learned the second heavy sword.

The heavy sword and the sword agree, the emphasis is on breaking the skill with force, and reducing ten times with one force.

Although Shen Luofeng was only a ninth-level cultivator, there was still a big gap between him and the Inner Rest Realm, but this heavy sword slashed down, and the strength contained in it was no less than 10,000 catties.

The power of 10,000 catties of flesh and blood is a major symbol of the mystical cultivation of the Inner Rest Realm.

According to common sense, a martial artist in the Quenching Body Realm, no matter how he cultivates, will never be able to break through the limit of flesh and blood, and have the power of ten thousand catties of flesh and blood.

But Shen Luofeng was different, because he had swallowed a large amount of Quenching Bone Pill.

Although after swallowing three pills, the effect of the drug will be reduced to a negligible level, but it is better than nothing.

That's why he can have such divine power, and so can his son Shen Bin.

"Boom ......"

The air waves surged, the wild sound shook the sky, and the ink light barrier shook a few times, but it was still strong.

Shen Luofeng gasped heavily, put away his sword and retreated, obviously this sword had used up most of the yuan power between his flesh and blood, but he still failed to hurt the enemy.

The middle-aged man possessed by the evil spirit, a mocking sneer flashed on the face of the yin owl, but before he could laugh seriously, Kong Liren's halberd had been smashed down.

Kong Liren also walked a strong and tough martial arts path, but his cultivation was not as good as Shen Luofeng, and the momentum of this blow was not as strong as the sword just now.

At the same time, the two moon-falling thorns of the spirit idiot were also in a hurry.

The Falling Moon Thorn is a weapon of the spirit idiot, a first-class Xuan soldier, similar in shape to a silver needle, but as thick as a child's arm, nearly two feet long.

There is a handshake in the middle, the two ends are sharp, piercing, piercing, picking, plucking, piercing, and racking, and it is also a martial arts path known for its speed.

Although the speed is fast, the power is not satisfactory, but it is limited by cultivation, and after all, it is impossible to break through the defense of the evil spirit.

Even if Gongsun Yi had changed his sword move to stab again, he could only sigh in vain.

The short and thin middle-aged man in the ink light barrier seemed to be hiding in the shell of Wang Ba, let the goshawk, tiger and wolf do it, after all, there was no way to take him.

When there was nothing else to do, Feng Yi had already taken out the Xuandao, urged the Blood Burning Secret Technique, and rushed forward again.

The blood in his eyes was sour, and the momentum around him was violent, like an extraterritorial demon, and like a god of death in the Shura Lake, surging with a surging aura and invincible.

With a slash, the light curtain shook.

Seeing that there was an opportunity, Shen Luofeng had already raised his breath again, and together with Kong Liren, he swung his sword and slashed.

The gravity of the two parties exerted on it, and the ink light barrier finally struggled to hold on, and shattered violently.

It was also the evil spirit that was very hasty when it triggered the barrier, otherwise, with its cultivation that was enough to resist the power of the Xuan Realm, how could the defensive secret technique that it was triggered by it be so easily broken by a few quenching martial artists?

The barrier shattered, and the evil spirits flashed in the wind.

Evil spirits are known for their speed, even if they are possessed by human corpses and transformed into bodies, they are still very fast.

He's fast, how can Feng Yi slow him down?

The dragon swimming technique is the mainstay, and the wind chasing technique is supplemented, and the two cooperate with each other, such as a glimpse of floating light, and the drift has intercepted the retreat of the evil spirit.

The right hand slashes sharply, and the left hand and fingers form a palm, and the gossip swims in the dragon's palm.

The Wind Chasing Knife Technique is fast enough to chase the wind, and although the evil spirit is fast, this hasty dodge fails to exert the fastest speed after all.

Thirty-six wind-chasing knives, all slashed to the body of the evil spirit.

Helplessly, the ink light flickered and resisted, and none of them caused substantial damage to it.

Eight eight and sixty-four road dragon palms, three or five breaths have also been played.

The ink light was fast, the dragon palm was faster, and finally in the last three palms, the ink light failed to defend in time, and was pressed the chest of the evil spirit by Feng Yi.

"Poof......

The evil spirit vomited blood and fell backwards.

Gongsun Yi stabbed with a sword, Shen Luofeng kicked violently, Kong Liren and the spirit idiot were on guard left and right, beware of evil spirits dodging and fleeing.

How could the evil spirit flee? He turned a blind eye to Gongsun Yi's sword and Shen Luofeng's feet, and just stared at Feng Yi with a pair of cloudy eyes, and vomited the killing intent in his heart.

The ink light was great, the sword was swung away, and the foot was shocked back.

Gongsun Yi groaned and took three steps back. Shen Luofeng snorted and took four steps back.

The evil spirit kicked back with his right foot, stopped and stood proudly, looked at Feng Yi coldly, and said gloomily: "Boy, what a ruthless knife technique, such a fast palm technique." ”

Feng Yi fights against others, and he doesn't like to talk nonsense the most. As the demon spoke, he took up his sword and stepped forward.

At the same time, he secretly thought in his heart: "In this way, I can't kill him after all, and I have to use the ghost door to close it." ”

The strength of the evil spirit is beyond the scope of Feng Yi's coping. Although he could join forces to hurt him, he hadn't yet used the true evil secret art.

If it is used, it is not yet known who will win and who will lose.

You can't wait for your own defeat to come up with a killer idea, and do the thing that helps the building to fall and turn the tide in the fall.

When the building does not fall, it should be consolidated, and it is not Feng Yi's style to act until it is about to fall.

But then I thought, "If I use the Ghost Gate, will I reveal anything that can ban evil spirits?"

Thinking about it, but it has lost the best opportunity to make a move.

With a slash, the evil spirit avoided sideways, and then got up and punched, shook the dragon's palm with an iron fist, and kicked Feng Yi's chest with a steel foot.

"Ahem......"

After Feng Yi fell to the ground, coughed repeatedly, turned his head and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

With a sinister smile, the evil spirit stepped closer to mend the sword.

"Boss, be careful......"

In the rice shop, Liang Mu stared nervously at the battlefield, and when he saw that Feng Yi was injured and vomited blood, he hurriedly reminded him loudly.

Gongsun Yi, Shen Luofeng and the other four had already flown forward before he reminded them, and their swords and halberds were all out to block together.

"A bunch of two-legged beetles, like flies, are fucking annoying. ”

The evil spirit cursed in a low voice, sealed his hands, and slammed his head to the sky and drank.

"Drink!"

A word fell to the ground, and the wind suddenly rose.

The thick black mist was sent by the yin wind, and suddenly turned into four big inky hands, and with just one stroke, they shook down the weapons of Gongsun Yi and the four people.

The fingers were bent, and the four people were pinched by the waist, and it was all useless to let them struggle with all their might.

The evil spirit had walked in front of Feng Yi, and Feng Yi turned over and kicked up.

The short, thin man with a cold face reached down with his right hand, grabbed Feng Yi's foot, and was about to bend his five fingers to crush his foot bones.

At this moment, Feng Yi's right hand long knife slashed horizontally.

The evil spirit smiled coldly and said, "Although the sword technique is wonderful, the cultivation is too poor, and it is not worth it after all." ”

The left hand was raised, and the ink light condensed, turning into a barrier to block the blade.

Feng Yi ignored it, and handed it over with his left palm. The blue light flashed in his palm, and the phantom of the stone gate loomed.

However, this blue light and the phantom of the stone gate can only be seen by himself, and no one can see it.

The evil spirit continued to sneer, "If you don't have a sixth-level cultivation of the quenching body, you can burst out with a strong combat power comparable to the Xuan Cultivation of the Inner Breath Realm, you kid is a talent." If I give you a few more years, will you be able to do it?"

Half a foot in front of him, the evil spirit still turned a blind eye, "Such a good skin, why didn't the old man meet it three days ago? Fuck, the thief has long eyes and buttocks, and he doesn't give me any luck." ”

After scolding, the evil spirit slowly let go of Feng Yi's right foot, stretched out his right hand, and pointed it into a sword, pointing at the palm of Feng Yi's left palm.

Although it was Feng Yi's palm that greeted him, it was actually a ghost door that was already half-open in his palm.

Suddenly, a violent suction rushed out.

The fingers intersected, and the evil spirits changed color in horror. Hurriedly withdrew his hand, but the suction was strong, and he was unable to withdraw his right hand.

He is really a ruthless person, and he made the most correct decision at such a critical juncture.

He withdrew his left arm to block Feng Yixuan's knife, pointed it into a knife, and slashed at the elbow of his right arm.

Half of his arm fell from his palm, and at the same time, the sealed sword had already swept across his neck.

The broken arm, not only the physical body, but also the cultivation of the evil spirit itself, was also cut off as one of the three.

The knife swept over the neck, and the skin suddenly opened and the throat bone was broken.

The cultivation of evil spirits is one of the three again.

In this way, he has been injured a lot. But fortunately, he finally got rid of the incomparable violent suction and regained his freedom.

It's all slow, but it's only in the blink of an eye.

Feng Yi made a move, the evil spirit blocked, and then cut off his arm on the ground, got up and retreated, and fled in panic.

Everyone saw it in their eyes, and they doubted it in their hearts.

Feng Yi was even more shocked, he had used the Ghost Gate Pass to ban many evil spirits before, and there had never been any evil spirits who cut off their arms and transcend the suction.

Now that the matter has come to this, the reason can only be that the evil spirit in front of him has cultivated strongly.

At the same time, Feng Yi also suddenly had another thought, "Is this ghost gate's ability to close and ban evil spirits also increasing with my cultivation? This evil spirit has already exceeded its forbidden limit, so he escaped with his broken arm?"

The thought flickered, and he was shaken off by Feng Yi's head. Look at the evil spirits again, they have jumped on the eaves, turned into a yin wind, and fled eastward in a hurry.

How could Feng Yi allow him to escape? Hurriedly withdrew his left hand, used the Wind Chasing Technique, supplemented by the Dragon Swimming Technique, urged the extreme body method, jumped on the roof, and chased away.

Also chasing after were Gongsun Yi and Shen Luofeng and the spirit idiot.

As for Kong Liren, he also wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Gongsun Yi waving his hand.

The battle here was not small, and it had already caused panic in the vicinity of the first and third streets, and the city guards were lacking in skills, so they needed to be appeased by the silver armor guards and the guards of the outer hall of the Gongsun Mansion.

And the evil spirit does not have to be one, or has other companions, so it is necessary to keep someone to continue the patrol.

The wind is in the ears, the moon is in the sky, the lights are receding at the feet, Feng Yi chases, the evil spirit escapes, and he has run out of more than 20 miles unconsciously.

When he arrived at Twelfth Street, he was no longer under the jurisdiction of the Gongsun family.

Gongsun Yi had the heart to shout Feng Yi, don't continue to chase after him, and keep this powerful evil spirit for the Wang family to deal with, wouldn't it just serve the purpose of weakening the opponent?

However, Feng Yi's speed was too fast, she couldn't catch up, even if she shouted loudly, because of the strong wind, Feng Yi couldn't hear it.

Between 12th and 13th streets, there is a long-abandoned mansion.

The evil spirit did not run in a panic, but purposefully fled to the abandoned mansion, suddenly jumped into the courtyard, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.