The team led by Yan Yi and Lang Haozhong is now in dire straits.

Fighting against them were more than 500 men in black.

A team of more than 500 people fought against more than 2,000 people, and theoretically there was no chance of winning, but in this team of more than 500 people, five masters of the martial arts level appeared, and when these five people appeared, Lang Haozhong was shocked.

At first, Lang Haozhong was pleasantly surprised: "Senior Brother Tao, Senior Brother Jie, Senior Brother Ghost...... You're still alive, why are you here?"

However, what greeted Lang Hao was a word from Sen Leng: "Kill!"

These people seem to have been controlled by something, and they don't know Lang Haozhong's appearance at all.

These five martial arts level masters, all of whom are disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, were the first to fight when they came to the Ghost Forest to look for Brother Pingtou's traces, but they didn't come back.

Seeing them now, Lang Haozhong's heart is tingling, and his former classmates are now coldly facing him.

They're going to kill him, and these teammates behind him.

Lang Haozhong let himself withdraw from the feeling of excitement and heartache, and had to order the team members at the moment: "Fight!"

I thought that my team of more than 2,000 people, even if the other party had five martial arts powerhouses, they would have an absolute advantage in numbers, and there would be no problem in fighting, but when they really fought, Lang Haozhong's heart began to complain.

These former brothers exuded bursts of black qi from their bodies, and all their attacks relied on this black qi, which had a corrosive effect on the five spiritual powers of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

As soon as the battle started, Lang Haozhong and Yan Yi were dragged by Qi Tao and Xie Jie.

Lang Haozhong is an earth-attribute cultivator, and he is perfect in the use of earth-attribute in one hand, but just a flash of thought, a huge hammer with earth-attribute appeared in his hand.

A look of struggle flashed in his eyes, he had a good personal relationship with Qi Tao, on weekdays, Qi Tao gave him care like a meticulous big brother, he didn't want to fight against Qi Tao, he had never thought of such a scene in his life.

He came to the Ghost Domain Forest this time, on the one hand, for his master, and on the other hand, for Qi Tao.

Lang Haozhong never believed that Qi Tao was dead, he thought that as long as he didn't see the body, there was still hope.

Qi Tao's cultivation is higher than him, with the cultivation of the eighth rank of Wuzun, while the cultivation of Lang Hao is not outstanding among the disciples of the personal lineage, only the sixth stage of the martial honor, and the difference in the middle is a full two ranks.

Originally, facing Qi Tao, Lang Haozhong was very difficult, and when he fought against Qi Tao, he kept his hands everywhere, which made the already tense situation even more passive.

Not to mention that Qi Tao's current black qi is extremely weird, which makes Lang Hao even more defeated.

"Xuan Yan Tyrant Finger!"

Qi Tao snorted lightly in his mouth, and a black finger was condensed in his hand, the finger was a foot long, and with Qi Tao's low shout, the finger smashed down to the top of Lang Haozhong's head like an iron pestle.

Lang Haozhong was too familiar with this martial art, and when Senior Brother Qi Tao practiced this martial art, Lang Haozhong was still by his side.

A flash of pain flashed in his eyes, and he raised the hammer in his hand above his head to resist the wave of attacks.

Lang Haozhong's figure was smashed and took a few steps back in a row, before he narrowly unloaded this wave of power, and the hammer held in Lang Haozhong's hand, where it was touched by black fingers, was already scorched black, and the spiritual power was swaying, flickering and flickering, as if the shape of the entire hammer could not be maintained.

How is this skill different from when I practiced with him?

Lang Hao was shocked in the center, Qi Tao's skills were strongly corrosive, and this corrosiveness could even be corroded by spiritual power.

What kind of treacherous martial arts is this?

Time didn't allow him to think too much, and one of Qi Tao's skills had already come to Lang Haozhong.

In a hurry, Lang Haozhong once again raised the earthy yellow giant hammer in his hand to resist, but his body was still smashed and retreated, and the qi and blood in his body were churning violently.

The hammer in Lang Haozhong's hand was also under this blow, and the "Kacha" was smashed in half.

Yan Yi saw that Lang Haozhong's battle was completely out of state, so he jumped directly towards Lang Haozhong's battle circle and said, "I'll come." ”

Two words are enough to explain his thoughts, since Lang Haozhong and Qi Tao can't deal with it wholeheartedly, then the two of them exchange opponents, let him fight Qi Tao, and Lang Haozhong will face Xie Jie.

Xie Jie's cultivation is comparable to Lang Haozhong's, both of them are Wuzun Sixth Stage, Lang Haozhong should be easier to face.

Seeing Yan Yi like this, Lang Haozhong's heart was very moved, but he shook his head: "Senior brother, your cultivation is only the fourth stage of Wuzun, so let's come." ”

The corners of Lang Haozhong's mouth were slightly bitter, Yan Yi's intentions were good, but his cultivation was really not enough to face Qi Tao, and he couldn't let Yan Yi go to death.

However, Yan Yi ignored him, and directly emptied his hands, a bright green long sword conjured out in his hand, facing Qi Tao, with Yan Yi's every step he took, his cultivation skyrocketed by one point, and when he took three steps in a row, his aura had climbed to the seventh stage of Wuzun.

With this way of climbing, everyone was simply dumbfounded, he was not relying on the self-destructive elixir that injured the enemy by injuring a thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, but a real improvement in strength, and he was really promoted to the seventh stage of Wuzun, which was higher than the cultivation of Lang Haozhong, a personal disciple who had been in the Imperial Sword Sect for many years.

Seeing this scene, Lang Haozhong's heart set off a storm, what kind of legendary existence Yan Yi is.

Seeing such Yan Yi, Lang Haozhong gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and turned his head to meet Xie Jie, who was also a sixth stage of Wuzun.

It was this turning kung fu that made him see a more terrifying scene.

In Su Mo's hand, she was holding a long whip, and the whip was pulled into a beautiful wreath by her, and she was now facing a monk of the second stage of Wuzun.

What is Su Mo's cultivation?

It is simply a miracle that a person with the sixth stage of a martial artist can face a monk of the second stage of the martial arts without falling behind.

After Su Mo's inheritance over the cliff, her true strength has reached the fourth stage of Wuzun, and her cultivation during this period of time has also made her cultivation stable and abnormal, coupled with her super cross-level combat ability and spatial attributes, even if she is facing a monk of Wuzun sixth stage, it is not a problem.

Not to mention this monk of the second stage of Wuzun.

Although the black martial arts released by this guy are corrosive, Su Mo always has a way to use the spatial attributes, and when the black qi is about to smash on her body or weapon, the black qi will be deviated and will not be able to touch her in the slightest.

This is the benefit of the awakening of the spatial attribute, not only is she not falling behind, but she can simply say that she will beat the monk of the second stage of Wuzun.

While fighting, there were words in his mouth: "Damn, the old lady will come to the ghost domain forest to do a task, you people are not ghosts, ghosts and ghosts, you will touch the old lady's moldy head, and the old lady will kill you with a whip." ”

As he spoke, the whip snapped and beckoned to the person in the second stage of Wuzun Xiuwei.

Lang Haozhong, Yan Yi, and Su Mo each dragged a monk at the Wuzun stage, but the large army fighting below was not so easy.

More than 500 people in black relied on their own corrosive gas, and they were not afraid of a team of more than 2,000 people, not only that, but the team of more than 2,000 people was also afraid, because wherever it was eroded by black gas, it would immediately be scorched black, and the vitality in the body seemed to be sucked away, which made people feel painful.

On the one hand, there is the imposing man in black, led by two martial artists whose strength is far higher than everyone else, and on the other hand, there are the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect who are just defending themselves, and the gap is gradually widened.

Among the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, there are also many people who have been eroded by the black qi and fallen.

They felt terrified in their hearts, this was too weird, these black qi could make people lose their vitality, and they could also destroy the grass and trees, and those two martial artists were like entering a no-man's land, chopping melons and vegetables to harvest the lives of some beginner martial artists.

The disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect desperately resisted, they wanted to buy time for Lang Haozhong, Yan Yi, and Su Mo to drag these people, and at the same time, Lang Haozhong, Yan Yi, and Su Mo also became the hope in their hearts.

As long as these three people win, then they can contain the other two Wuzun black-clothed people, so that they can counterattack more than five hundred black-clothed people under the leadership of the three of them.

Now everyone can only spread the team, try to avoid contact with the man in black, and start a war of attrition.

However, this war of attrition was obviously unfavorable to the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, because the black qi of the men in black corroded, and the spiritual power in their bodies passed at a rate far greater than the normal consumption of their usual ones, and the spiritual power consumption was almost twice that of the skills they usually used.

It hadn't been long since the battle, and there were already many disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect who couldn't bear it, and before the mission in the future, the spiritual power recovery pill distributed by the sect was swallowed.

I saw that the dark green long sword in Yan Yi's hand and the black fingers in Qi Tao's hand collided together, and the two collided, and there was no earth-shattering destruction, but everyone knew in their hearts that the battle between them, every blow, was a test of life and death.

The figures of the two were separated by a touch, and then they collided together, and they exchanged more than a dozen moves in an instant, and the speed can be described as very fast.

What is surprising is that the black qi that would have caused a corrosive effect on Yan Yi basically has no effect after Yan Yi's time attribute awakens.

Because whenever the black qi wants to get close to Yan Yi, Yan Yi can always slightly move the time of the arrival of the black qi so that it can't get close to him, and what Yan Yi attacks is Qi Tao's pure attack without black qi.

This made Qi Tao secretly frightened in his heart.

He clearly controlled the connection time of his martial arts very well, what went wrong that made his black qi corrosive and unable to exert himself at all?

The strange scene here was naturally also seen by the disciples, and they all had hope in their hearts, and they all stared nervously at Yan Yi's battle circle, expecting him to pull out in time.