At the foot of the other side of the Phantom Mountain, an iron cable cold bridge stands, surrounded by clouds and mist, winding and twisting, and four thick iron locks connect the realm of the Phantom Mountain with the Unable Valley on the side.

This bridge is called Hanyou Bridge, the iron cable is made of thousands of years of cold iron, it is extremely hard, exudes a faint cold air, there are two iron cables on both sides, and the middle is paved with a piece of wood made of a hundred years old wood.

Under the bridge is a secluded abyss, hundreds of feet deep underground, and it is rumored that it is the place where the people of the Demon Sect released the drunken capital in the past, so the terrain has been created.

At this moment, by the cold bridge, a goose dressed in leopard print black did not return to stand with a halberd, black hair fluttering, a few strands of white hair hanging down on his forehead, the cold wind whistling in his ears, and his clothes moved slightly.

The geese do not return, standing silently in the cold wind, waiting quietly for their friend Leng Huling to come down the mountain.

At this time, a red dress came from the end of his eyes in a hurry, his face was anxious, and the person who came was Nangong Song and Dance who went down the mountain first.

I saw that she looked in a hurry, walked quickly to the goose and did not return, bent down and gasped for breath.

"Hmm, Nangong girl, why do you look so hurried, Brother Xiao?" Yan Bugui asked suspiciously, and couldn't help but wonder about the hurried Nangong song and dance.

"Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, something happened to him, Duan Yuran and Zhu Wen have already gone to support. Nangong Song and Dance panted, and when he saw that the goose did not return, he immediately explained in a hurry, with a look of anxiety on his pretty face.

"Hmm, Brother Xiao has an accident?" Yan Bugui was shocked when he heard this, and asked out loud.

"Yes, Wild Goose, I beg you to help Brother Xiao. Nangong Song and Dance hurriedly said.

"Naturally," Yan Bugui helped Nangong Song and Dance up, and said lightly.

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Halfway up the mountain, Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran, and Zhu Wen rushed to the ground, and the foot of the mountain was already vaguely visible in front of them.

There was a loud "boom", and a blood-red sword qi slashed and scattered the three of them.

Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran, and Zhu Wen dodged from different directions.

"You can't escape!" An angry shout came, and Fox Leng rushed to arrive.

I saw that his black hair was fluttering, and his blood was full of energy, although he was injured, his momentum was still fierce.

Ling Hu Leng actually had several handfuls of white hair in his black hair.

His eyes were murderous and awe-inspiring, and he did not hesitate to burn his own blood in order to catch up with the three of them.

"Oops" Xiao Jiange's heart jumped, his eyebrows raised, he endured his injuries and got lucky.

The three of them looked at each other, and they all had a heart.

If you catch up, I'm afraid there will only be a battle to the death!

"Fight!" Duan Yuran said coldly, and then luckily true qi, the yellow rune paper around his body fell, and a black ghost qi spread out, and all the black qi in the sky converged and closed, turning into a sword shadow erecting Duan Yuran in the air.

Zhu Wen's eyes were awe-inspiring, his right hand raised the knife upright, and the blue flames rose up, hovering and intertwining with the blade of the ancient long knife, Zhu Wen's eyes were cold, and the pregnant spirit hellfire was urged to the extreme.

Xiao Jiange also exerted his true qi, the cold qi spread out, and a blue light bloomed on itself.

"Phew" A clear phoenix roared loudly, and the ice crystal phoenix phantom flapped its wings, entrenched in the sky behind Xiao Jiange.

"Suffer death!" Ling Hu Leng wiped his fingers across the sword body, and suddenly all the surrounding blood and qi poured into the sword body, and the true qi poured into it again, and suddenly a dragon phantom hovered the sword body, exuding a terrifying aura.

"Slay the dragon and slash!" Ling Hu Leng swung his sword and slashed down, opening and closing, and the blood-red dragon sword qi burst out, reaching five or six zhang, carrying the breath of death out of the air, Ling Hu Leng's eyes were cold, he didn't believe that the seriously injured three people could resist his strongest move!

Xiao Jiange's heart moved, and his true qi bottomed out in an instant, and the ice crystal phoenix phantom entrenched in the sky roared out.

Duan Yuran also slashed out with a sword, the green ghost qi in the sky, and slashed out the ten thousand ghost pregnant spirits attached to the sword body, and the black sword qi slashed out from the three-foot cold sword.

Zhu Wen also had a deep qi, and the knife in both hands slashed coldly, like a waning moon falling to the ground, and the blue flame semi-solitary sword qi immediately slashed out.

Time seems to freeze with it, and the three poles come out at the same time, just to win a glimmer of life.

Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran, and Zhu Wen glanced at each other, all of them knew it, and they were ready to withdraw at any time.

"Boom" four strokes collided, turned into a gorgeous, one by one blood flowers bloomed, adding a little more color to it, the powerful true qi shook in all directions, and suddenly the surrounding mountains collapsed and cracked, the surrounding scenery shook endlessly, the sand and stones were scattered, and suddenly a mess appeared.

The trio flew upside down from the center of the collision, blood-stained air, and fell into desolation.

The three of them were injured and injured, and they did not hesitate at the moment, and used Yu Wei to use their strength to retreat backwards again, and went straight to the bottom of the mountain.

Xiao Jiange was covered in blood, the injuries on his body were terrifying, the flesh and blood were blurred, his coat was broken, and his white hair had been half dyed red, he still ran to the foot of the mountain, it was hard to imagine that such injuries and bleeding were still not dead, and he went down the mountain with a breath.

Duan Yuran and Zhu Wen were also injured again, and each of them had a face spread on their chests, and they also ran towards the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, the geese under the mountain have become a glimmer of life for everyone.

Ling Hu Leng's footsteps were blocked, these three moves also gave him great trauma, there was a sword wound several centimeters long on each shoulder, one exuded wisps of cold air, the other exuded a trace of black gas, and a knife wound spread on his chest, scorching, and the skin and flesh turned out, which was not fatal compared to Ling Hu Leng's strong body.

What was really fatal was the sword qi and sword qi that seeped into the body from these three wounds.

The two sword qi and sword qi crisscrossed his body, eroding his internal organs, which made Ling Hu Leng very uncomfortable.

Linghu Leng held his sword and stood on the ground, covering his chest with his hands, and looked at the three figures who could still jump and escape with a cold look in his eyes.

It's too tenacious, Ling Hu Leng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the three of them were seriously injured and could still resist their own moves, and one move couldn't take the lives of three people, especially this Xiao Jiange, who was so badly injured that he still couldn't die.

"Whoosh" made the fox endure the injuries on his body, stepped on the body method, and chased after the three of them.

How could the three people who were hit hard escape Ling Hu Leng's pursuit, but they were caught up by Ling Hu Leng in a cup of tea.

"Sizzle" A sword qi overflowed, slashing horizontally in front of the three of them, dividing the ground in two, drawing a line of life and death, like a heavenly brand!

And in front of that sword mark is the foot of Phantom Mountain!

This sword seemed to cut off the life of the three of them!

Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran, and Zhu Wen all stopped, their expressions became pale, and a cold sweat broke out behind their backs.

Ling Hu Leng was already three feet away behind them, standing with his sword in his hand, as if death had descended.

"It's over!" Ling Hu Leng didn't say too much, he stepped out, the sword light flashed, and he slashed towards Xiao Jiange with a sword.

There was a clear sound of "choking", the cold light was reflected in all directions, and a bright halberd shone on the looks of the four people around.

Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran, and Zhu Wen all breathed a sigh of relief, as if a big stone in their hearts had fallen to the ground, and all three of them had a sense of weakness, which was a sense of prostration after the war.

Ling Hu Leng stared at him, his eyes were filled with disbelief, and his heart was throbbing.

The moonlight was faint, sprinkled with a flash of silver, reflecting the frozen atmosphere of everyone at this moment.

"Whew" a cold wind whistled by.

A man dressed in leopard-print black held a heavy halberd to block the deadly sword, and he stared at Ling Hu coldly.

With a heartache in his eyes, the person who came was the goose that did not return.

Under the moonlight, in the cold wind, the cold wind blew through the goose and a handful of white hair in front of the forehead.

He stared at Ling Hu Leng in front of him.

The only brother in his life.

Yan Bugui said slowly.

"Why?"