With a shocked face, all three of them were shocked.

Yang Luo only felt that his attack hit a barrier.

Yeshu brushed his hair, his face was cheap, but he was afraid for a while, that shot was too fast, he almost didn't even use Tianxuan's hand, and his strength was amazing, he didn't expect the battle between spiritual cultivators to be so terrifying.

Yeshu knew that the person in front of him was bloodthirsty and brutal, and he would never show mercy to his subordinates, and he couldn't miss any of his next moves, and he would be injured at least and die at worst.

He began to regret it a little, but it was useless to regret it when it got to this point.

Yang Luo's expression was shocked, and he shook his head violently and said, "You can't be a cultivator, you must have cultivated some kind of strange spiritual skill, otherwise how could I not even feel the slightest fluctuation of the spirit element."

Looking at the appearance of the night technique, at most twelve or thirteen years old, what kind of joke is the twelve or thirteen-year-old spiritual energy realm spiritual cultivator? Especially the village chief, how can a dead spirit cultivate? But in this case, he didn't expect the night technique to explain.

As soon as Yang Luo's words fell, he heard Yeshu's confident voice coming: "How is it impossible?"

"Hiss..." After that, a wave of qi suddenly floated out from around the night technique, and a small white hand, a touch of white light like a silver moon flooding directly drilled out of the palm.

A black-red Fang Tian Painting Halberd shone with a sharp edge, and then fell on his hand, and then a wave of spiritual energy realm turned into a spiritual yuan fluctuation, which immediately turned into a gust of wind and blew strongly on Yang Luo's face.

Yang Luo felt the real spiritual energy realm fluctuations, his jaw almost fell to the ground, and there was only deep shock left in his shocked eyes.

"Night boy, you!" The village chief has experienced a lot of things, but he almost didn't take a breath in this matter, isn't it red quality? I haven't seen it for a few days, how can it become white quality? The most important thing is that the necromancer can also cultivate?

After Yang Luo saw the remnant blade in the hand of the night technique, he groaned for a while, and there was immediately a touch of greed on his face, and he sneered: "Little slave, you must have obtained some kind of treasure, otherwise how could you, a white garbage fighting spirit, have the strength to turn in the spiritual energy realm."

Thinking about it, it is also a twelve- or thirteen-year-old psionic realm, how is this possible, the high-quality qi fighting spirit is still said in the past, but a white temperamental fighting spirit, unless there is any treasure, all this may be realized.

And Yang Luo felt that if this treasure was not done well, it would be a mountain treasure, and it should be something more valuable than a mountain treasure, thinking of this, the greed in his heart increased infinitely, and even surpassed anger.

After Yang Luo said this, a touch of greed also appeared at the corner of Liu Qingfei's mouth.

The village chief looked at the two of them, and immediately guessed their thoughts, and shouted: "Night boy, you run away and leave me alone!"

"Hmph, I can't run away, don't worry, old thing, I'll clean it up later" Yang Luo sneered, and looked at the night art again: "Little cheap slave, hurry up and hand over the treasure, otherwise I will make you a human stick, and then you will be cut to death by a thousand knives!"

Yeshu clasped his ears and said lightly: "I'm so scared! By the way, how do you do this stick? How many steps? Can you do black?"

When Yang Luo heard this, his face changed drastically, and he roared angrily: "Look for death!" Then he danced the red tasseled spear, and the shadow of the spear directly turned into a white line towards the night technique.

Night Shu's eyes shrank, he held the remnant blade, and with a strong split, the shadow of the spear directly turned into nothingness, and the clods of dirt fell apart.

Yang Luo stomped on the ground, and the rushing night technique came, and the cold light bloomed in the spear.

The night art also came up.

"Picking, sweeping, and stabbing" Yang Luo did it in one go.

And "Qiang...... The sound of metal intertwining and colliding continues to play.

The night technique was completely beaten without a trace of resistance, constantly defending, but there was no order, there were no less than dozens of places on his body, if Yang Luo didn't want to stay alive, he would probably have died a long time ago.

"Bang!", I saw that Yeshu was directly hit by a spear shadow and retreated a few steps.

The whole street was even more miserable than just now, full of mud clods, deep pits, and even many houses had collapsed.

In just a few minutes, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness, he seemed to be a child in front of the other party, and his spirit yuan didn't know why it was consumed so quickly, on the other hand, Kai Yang Luo didn't even take a breath from beginning to end.

Yeshu thought to himself, "Isn't it just a one-turn difference in cultivation, how can the gap be so big?, or is it because my realm is not yet stable?" he had such a guess.

Yang Luo sneered, after fighting with Yeshu for a while, he noticed that Yeshu didn't have any fighting skills at all, and he was careless in the battle with the village chief just now, but in the face of a rookie like Yeshu, he felt that even if he was careless, he couldn't help but feel a touch of joy in his heart.

Liu Qingfei's dissatisfied tone came immediately: "Yang Luo, solve him quickly, I don't want to waste too much time."

When Yang Luo heard this, he glanced at the night technique, and said with a cruel smile: "Don't worry, boy, I won't want your life, I will only cripple you!"

"Thunder!" Yang Luo suddenly shouted.

The small blue-white thunder snakes were entangled in the body of the spear without warning, and with the beating of the spirit yuan in Yang Luo's body, the small thunder snakes rose in vain, turning into the thunder and lightning of countless water pipe generals, and the breath around Yang Luo's body also increased several times with the power of the red cherry spear.

Feeling all this, Yeshu's heart trembled, his eyes were full of horror, this blow was enough to kill him, this was his thought at the moment.

The village chief's eyes were also full of horror, and he was speechless, wanting to hook the spirit yuan in his body, but what came was still pain.

"Whoosh!" In an instant, Yang Luo's figure rushed out like a wild thunderbolt in an instant, and the thunder and lightning on the head of the gun pressed the air into a violent roar, and the momentum stirred up the wind and clouds, and the ground was also full of cracks left by the tip of the spear

But the target of the spearhead is not the key point of the night technique, but his two legs, and he wants to abolish the night technique.

The night technique clenched the remnant blade, gritted his teeth, Ling Yuan beat violently all over his body, and Tianxuan's hand was also exerted to the extreme, and when he saw the yellow dust on the ground that was stirred by the power of the spear, a spiritual light immediately flashed from his mind.

I saw the night magic dance remnant blade, sweeping towards the ground, and suddenly Huang Chen was shaken around, and then his figure was completely hidden.

Yang Luo broke into this place surrounded by yellow dust, and was surprised to find that the night art was gone, and there were bursts of yellow dust in his face, which made him cough several times.

In this environment, Yang Luo was both angry and irritable, dancing his spear wildly, stirring Huang Chen's "zizi" sound, and shouting angrily: "Little slave, come out for Lao Tzu!"

"You're paralyzed!"

"Bang" An attack suddenly hit Yang Luo, but he couldn't see it, he coughed a few times and even spit out bile.

"Damn!" Yang Luo roared, but he responded with another attack, hitting him in the stomach, and he squatted on the ground in pain.

"Dead ......!" Yang Luo went completely crazy, and the red-tasseled spear kept hitting the air, and every time there was a bright light from thunder and lightning.

Seeing this, Liu Qingfei scolded: "What a pig brain!" After looking at the village sitting on the side, she said coldly: "I think where you can hide?"

Liu Qingfei's seductive figure was straight, and her two sexy beautiful legs wrapped in stockings crossed together, and then Qianqianyu's hand pulled the bowstring, and Lingyuan circulated in her body at the same time.

A pale cyan arrow appeared out of thin air, but it was not condensed by the spirit element, but the function of the bow itself, because in the spirit energy realm, the spirit element could not be released to the outside of the doubt, and it was also possible to have a great spirit master realm.

After aiming the arrow at the village chief, the sound of "huh!" suddenly sounded in the air, and the pale cyan light suddenly attacked the village chief like a meteor.

The village chief looked at the flying arrows, his pupils dilated instantly, and he instinctively stretched out his hand to block it. But the next moment, a thin figure directly appeared in the yellow dust.

"Huh!" blocked the flying arrows, and blood immediately gushed out, staining the entire back of the night jutsu red.

Yeshu spat out a mouthful of blood, turned his head and glanced at Liu Qingfei resentfully, and scolded: "Despicable!"

If he was still thinking about teasing Liu Qingfei just now, then now there is only deep jealousy left.

Liu Qingfei didn't care at all, and said lightly: "Little slave, this is the battle between spiritual cultivators, the more despicable you are, the greater the possibility of living, remember?"

When the yellow dust dissipated, Yang Luo's nose and swollen face walked out of it, and he looked at Yeshu, his eyes were full of killing intent.

When the village chief saw the night technique of blocking arrows for himself, he scolded angrily: "Night boy, get out of here! The old man doesn't need you to save him!"

Yeshu glanced at the village chief and said with a smile: "You can rest, I have a way"

Yeshu basically doesn't have any emotions with the villagers, but the relationship with the village chief can be regarded as a relative, not a relative is better than a relative, it can be said that the village chief is the only person in Shuangniu Village who has cared about himself, so today no matter how Yeshu has to save the village chief.

Yang Luo snorted angrily, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he seemed to be ready to strike at any time, Liu Qingfei also looked at them coldly on the side, the scene was extremely depressing, this was a battle that could not be won at all.

Yeshu looked at Liu Qingfei and Yang Luo deeply, sighed, and said helplessly: "It seems that you can only use that trick"

In his heart, he secretly said: "Master, you old bastard, where have you been? Your apprentices are about to be killed."

After that, the night technique slammed the remnant Feng on the ground, closed his eyes lightly, and said coldly: "Fighting Spirit Technique-Evil Transformation!"

As soon as the words fell, the spirit element in the night spell body went from calm to flowing, and finally surged with an unprecedented irritability and madness, and the consumption speed increased exponentially at this moment, according to this speed, within three minutes, the spirit element in the night spell body would be exhausted.