Ye Lan saw that the man was attacking with a flag, and he couldn't see the way the black flag came for a while, so he simply didn't dodge or dodge, opened the fan and struggled to fan out. When the gale passed, the black disappeared, and the man with the banner appeared and came with the flag. Ye Lan was about to qualify, and suddenly a blue light flashed in front of him, and the banner bearer had been split into two pieces by a blue light. Ye Lan looked intently and saw that the handle of the green axe pierced the sky and was firmly nailed to the ground.

The purple-robed guest with the mace was so shocked that he didn't care about attacking Ye Lan, and smashed the mace towards Wen Feng. Wen Feng's feet did not land, and he shouted: "It's good!" didn't use the green axe to resist, his right palm swung horizontally, and his left palm was slanted, and the mace was pulled by a strange force, bypassing behind Wen Feng, and hitting the purple-robed man in reverse, and its speed was several times faster than the original.

The purple-robed guest never expected that his magic weapon would be counterattacked, and he was busy with the true yuan drive, and before he could turn his thoughts, he was hit by a mace in the chest, but he heard the sound of broken bones, and the man's mouth was open, and blood spurted out along with the fragments of internal organs, and he fell to the ground and twitched a few times before he moved.

Ye Lan was also shocked when he saw Wen Feng so powerful, and he was stunned for a while. Wen Feng fell to the ground, stretched out his hand, held the green axe in his hand, glanced at Ye Lan, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, if you don't do it again, these demon cubs will be killed by Lao Tzu." ”

There were more than 30 people in the purple robes, and they were all shocked when they saw Ye and Wen kill three companions in a snap of their fingers, and they couldn't care about chasing the mountain people for fun, so they attacked the two of them one after another, and someone shouted to several thatched huts: "Brothers, stop playing, there are hard ideas to come to the door!"

But the sound of the door panel cracking was incessant, and more than a dozen people rushed out of the hut, some of them were disheveled, and they were obviously playing up, and they were in a hurry to get dressed.

At this time, Yan Zhuoran and a group of Taixu disciples also fell to the ground, and the purple-robed guests saw that there were only more than ten opponents, but there were more than forty people on their own side, and they had a big advantage in numbers. Although they saw that Ye and Wen had killed three of their companions with the power of thunder, they were not afraid. The purple-robed guests surrounded everyone at the core, and a purple-robed guest stepped forward, glanced at everyone, and saw the blue-patterned Xiaoding on the cuffs of the Taixu disciples, and said with a cruel smile: "Where did I get the idea of not knowing each other to meddle in things, but it turned out to be the little rabbit cubs of the Taixu Gate." Our Senluo Hall and Taixu Gate live a little far away, and we don't deal with each other much on weekdays, but today we are close to each other...... , brothers, give it to me!"

Ye Lan and the others didn't say much, and the magic weapons came out together, fighting with all the purple-robed guests. The cultivation of all the purple-robed guests is high and low, but they are generally between the Tengyun Realm and the Turtle Breath Realm, and there is no master of the Easy Realm, and their strength is only comparable to Ye Lan, Eldest Sun Wenquan and others. The number of purple-robed guests was far superior, and they should have the upper hand. But Yan, Zhu, and Wen are all top cultivators in the Easy Realm, and the three of them are everywhere, and none of them have a general under them. Wen Feng rose up to kill, and still drove the green axe to attack the enemy, but Zhu Wenchang and Yan Zhuoran didn't even sacrifice the magic weapon, and everywhere they pointed out, all the purple-robed guests fell to death.

All the disciples of the righteous path have always taken it as their responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the way, and they will never have the slightest mercy to do it. Ye Lan had no prejudice against the Demon Gate, but he had just seen the purple-robed guest commit evil and kill innocent mountain people indiscriminately, and he immediately hated these people to the core, and he did his best at the moment, leaving no room for action.

In a moment, there were more than ten purple-robed guest corpses on the ground, and a purple-robed man saw that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly withdrew from the battle group, took out something from his arms, and bounced it in the direction of the crater.

The thing went up dozens of feet, exploded violently, turned into a bull's head and grimace, and then the cow's mouth opened, and let out a long howl, the whistling sound was sharp and piercing people's ear drums.

Wen Feng saw that the purple-robed guest released a signal to warn, and said with a smile: "It's good to call all the demon cubs, let Lao Tzu kill happily!" rushed forward, cut the purple-robed guest who released the signal into two with an axe, turned around and hit the handle of the axe, and killed another person.

Yan Zhuoran glanced at the bull's head in mid-air, and then turned his head to look at Zhu Wenchang, Zhu Wenchang glanced at him, nodded slightly, and the two of them sacrificed magic weapons at the same time and struck at the purple-robed guests. The two of them generally thought that they wanted to wipe out this group of purple-robed guests before the enemy's reinforcements arrived.

At the place where the green jade Linghua ruler flashed, the three purple-robed guests fell to the ground at the same time. Yan Zhuoran waved out of his palm, and now there is an ordinary brush in his hand, the pen shaft is made of a piece of black jade, the pen body is like a bamboo, there is a faint black light flashing on it, the pen end is a plain white pen head, and there is no trace of ink, Yan Zhuoran Zhenyuan is everywhere, the white light at the end of the pen skyrockets, and the tip of the pen is full of silk threads, like a wild snake dancing, divided into several strands to roll towards a group of purple robes. The two purple-robed guests couldn't dodge, and were rolled up by the silk thread, and the silk thread was collected when it met things, only to hear the gurgling sound, and the two purple-robed guests were twisted by the silk thread and broke their necks, and the bones of the whole body were crushed alive.

Seeing that they were invincible, all the purple-robed guests were cowardly, and they shouted in unison and flew towards the crater. How could Ye Lan and the others be willing to let go of the demons and follow closely behind. Before the purple-robed guest flew out of the village, five more people were killed in the blink of an eye.

All the purple-robed guests were shocked, and one of them shouted: "Lord Sikong Xiang, come quickly, the little ones can't stand it!"

Wen Feng slashed at the purple-robed man who was screaming with an axe, and said with a smile: "What kind of incense master and stinky master you are, you come to a pair, Lao Tzu will kill a pair!"

Halfway through the axe, he suddenly heard the sound of "Zheng", a dark red light flashed, Wen Feng only felt a shock to his body, and the green axe flew back upside down. He stretched out his hand to take the green axe, and saw a black gas like a star galloping lightning, coming towards him. Seeing this, Wen Feng said "hey" and punched out his left fist. The strength of the fist intersected with the black qi, making a violent sound of "pop", Wen Feng snorted, and a layer of black gas flashed on his face. I only heard a gloomy voice say: "Who is so bold as to dare to meddle in the affairs of my Senluo Palace!"

Suddenly, there were six more people in front of everyone, dressed in purple robes, with a gold belt around their waists, the first one was about thirty years old, with a gloomy face and a fierce face, holding a fairy sword, the sword body was dark red, and there was endless red light from the sword body, looking at it like blood.

Everyone stopped and looked at the man holding the fairy sword in unison. The black qi on Wen Feng's face flickered a few times, and gradually faded. He twisted his left fist a few times, and the joints between his wrists made a gurgling sound, only to hear him say loudly: "You are the master of the Sikong Xiang of Laoshizi, right? Sure enough, there are two hits, not as effortless as the gang of straw bales under your hand, it is too boring to kill." Just now Lao Tzu was defenseless and suffered a small loss, come on, let's go through two more hands!"

Seeing that the ground was full of corpses in purple robes, he couldn't help but be furious, not to mention, the sword slashed out, and the blood turned into a bleak curtain of light and rolled towards everyone. Seeing this scene, Zhu Wenchang was afraid that Wen Feng would not be able to resist it after suffering a loss, so the green jade Linghua ruler came out of his hand, volleyed in the air, turned into a full moon and went head-on, colliding with the blood-colored light curtain. As soon as the two immortal artifacts were handed over, Zhu Wenchang and the master of the Sikong incense each took a step back, and then made a mistake and stepped forward to fight in one place.

When the purple-robed guests saw the arrival of reinforcements, their morale was greatly boosted, and they turned around to fight again with everyone. The strength of the Sikong Xiang Lord far surpassed that of his companions, and the five people who came with him were all hard hands, entangled Yan Zhuoran and Wen Feng respectively. The strength of the purple-robed guests was equivalent to that of the eldest grandson Wenquan and others, and at this time, they were no longer fighting against the three masters of Zhu, Yan, and Wen, and they also showed their skills, fighting with Ye Lan and the disciples of Taixu, and they were equal for a while, regardless of victory or defeat.

Ye Lan was angry in his heart, and he held a fan and fought viciously with a purple-robed guest. The purple-robed guest made a black ribbon and swam around Ye Lan. The ribbon was bent like a serpent, and was not forced, and the ebony fan struck the ribbon as if there was nothing in it, and it only floated back slightly, and then removed all the force. Ye Lan couldn't, so he had to make the ebony fan attack the purple-robed guest again and again, the purple-robed guest was very flexible, around Ye Lan left and right, fast as a ghost, dodging all the attacks of the ebony fan, and at the same time driving the ribbon to Ye Lan's hands, feet, waist and limbs endlessly, hoping to wrap him in the ribbon.

After several battles, Ye Lan gradually felt anxious in his heart. After all, he didn't have a lot of experience in facing the enemy, so he was in a hurry at this time, and his shot was scattered, and after a while, the purple-robed guest looked at a flaw, and the ribbon snaked up, wrapping around Ye Lan's left arm.

Ye Lan only felt that his left arm was tight, and hurriedly pulled it back. The purple-robed guest sneered, and as soon as his luck was collected, Ye Lan immediately felt a strange pain in his left arm, and his arm bone was about to break.

Wen Feng and Yan Zhuoran fought against five purple-robed masters, the black qi on Wen Feng's face had not yet faded, and although the injury was not serious, the operation of the true yuan was not very flexible after all. On the one hand, he drove the green axe against the enemy, and on the other hand, he carried the Liuhe Void Dao Method to dissolve the alien true elements that had invaded his body. As a result, the power of the axe was inevitably greatly reduced, and most of the moves of the five purple-robed masters were taken over by Yan Zhuoran.

Yan Zhuoran's calligraphy weapon in his hand is called "black jade and white frost pen", which is a powerful immortal weapon in Mingde Academy, a small brush in the five purple-robed people's swords, guns, swords and halberds, and the enemy's heavy weapons to hard collision, black jade and white frost pen body jade lush, it seems to be broken when touched, but the pen shaft and the enemy's weapons collided, and the heavy magic weapons of the five purple-robed guests were shaken again and again by this small brush. The five of them saw that Yan Zhuoran's means were powerful, but Wen Feng was powerless to use his axe, so they tried their best to avoid the attack of the black jade and white frost pen, and beckoned the magic weapon to Wen Feng. Wen Feng gritted his teeth and cursed, trying his best to parry, Yan Zhuoran saw that Wen Feng was not supportive, his hands were changing, and the end of the pen turned into frost and snow, spreading like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, and the silk threads either pierced straight forward, or like a whip swinging horizontally, or circling and entwining, the five purple-robed guests couldn't see the way the silk threads came from, and they all led magic weapons to circl and fly around their bodies to protect their bodies.

Wen Feng saw that the five purple-robed guests returned to the army to save themselves, and they were busy using all their strength to resolve internal injuries, and in a moment the feats were complete, and with a long laugh, the green axe struck head-on, and the palms of his hands swung upside down, up and down, and hit the purple-robed guests with a gun. The man was swinging his spear with all his strength to block the white silk in the sky, when he suddenly saw the green axe falling from the sky, and in a frightened state, he hurriedly raised his spear to block, but the spear and axe had not yet intersected, and a strand of silk like an arrow from the string stabbed into his throat, bringing out a long line of blood.