Zhan Mubai didn't speak, he raised his sword coldly, didn't even look at the few Hero Sect disciples standing in front of him, and pointed directly at the Ghost Saint, a drop of blood stopped on the tip of the sword, as if it was solidified, and he didn't move.

And Zhan Mubai's extremely icy words sounded again, without any emotion or a trace of pity: "Ghost Saint, today next year will be your death day!" ”

The corners of the Ghost Saint's mouth twitched twice, and he saw that the nine subordinates who were still standing in front of him were trembling slightly, Zhan Mubai's super high martial arts and ruthlessness when killing people made these former Demon Sect masters who licked blood with their heads also fearful.

The ghost saint froze, haha smiled: "Don't be afraid, it's just a Zhan Mubai, that wolf is no longer good, don't worry about him for the time being, Zhan Mubai's internal strength has not recovered, he didn't dare to take the old man's yin wind palm just now, although his body is fast, but as long as everyone doesn't spread too far and takes care of the flanks, it's fine." ”

The words of the ghost saint worked, and the nine people who were shaking like chaff just now glanced at each other, and stood side by side in groups of three, only to feel that they were protected by their companions, and their courage suddenly grew again.

The Ghost Saint looked at Zhan Mubai in the distance without any movement, and continued to laugh: "This thief used a lot of true qi just now, don't forget, this thief has to be tortured every day in my hero gate for more than half a year, just now he used all his true qi and pretended!" Let's all go together, as long as we entangle him for a while, as soon as his true anger runs out, we can only slaughter him! ”

The ghost saint roared: "Everyone rush side by side!" The ghost head staff in his right hand danced in a gust of wind, with a black gas, and rushed towards Zhan Mubai, and the nine subordinates saw that the boss was rushing in front, all of them were bold, and they all waved their blades and roared towards them, and the weapons wielded by the nine people brought a gust of wind and sand and floated towards Zhan Mubai.

They didn't notice the complicated expression on the ghost saint's face, and they first stopped, and then secretly stepped back.

A burst of killing intent flashed in Zhan Mubai's eyes, the purple qi around his body skyrocketed, and even a faint purple qi appeared on his face, the long sword shook, and let out a crisp sword groan, and his body flashed again, burrowing into the wind and dust, after three or four sounds of blades intersecting, a miserable scream accompanied by a forearm holding a ghost-headed big knife flew into the air at once.

The ghost saint's hand also trembled slightly, looking at this frame, Zhan Mubai's internal strength was enough to support him to fight with him for at least two hundred moves, and he himself knew very well that in front of the red-eyed Zhan Mubai now, he would definitely not be able to take one hundred and fifty moves, and the hero would not suffer the loss in front of him, although he was called the ghost saint, he could not really become a lonely ghost in this desert, it was not fun at all.

The word "escape" is deeply imprinted in the mind of the ghost saint, and it is better to act than to move, and it must be done when he thinks that this has always been his principle of life.

The ghost saint's wide black robe was like the wings of a big bird, spreading in the air, and his whole person also flew to his mount, taking advantage of Zhan Mubai's efforts to give his short-lived subordinates at this time, thirty-six plans to go up, run out of five miles, and it will be safe.

Thinking of this, the ghost saint couldn't help but show a smug smile: knowing how to advance and retreat is the first priority to save his life on the rivers and lakes. Lao Tzu has been able to mix up until now not because his martial arts are better than others, but because he knows when to pull out his legs and slip away, whether it is in the Demon Sect or the Hero Gate, it is the same.

The ghost saint ran out of more than two hundred steps without looking back, and suddenly the horse under the crotch screamed, and fell to the ground at once, the ghost saint hurriedly climbed to the clouds, and his body rose in the air, and during the time of falling, he clearly saw that his horse's belly had been opened with a long opening, and the stomach was broken, and the horse's mouth was foaming with blood, and the limbs were weakly pulling in the air.

A dozen steps behind him, a person unhurriedly came out of the sand, shirtless, full of scars, holding a bloody long sword in his hand, the tiger's eyes were full of murderous aura, and his body was shrouded in a faint red light, it was not the wolf!

The ghost saint's heart was a little relieved, fortunately it was not Zhan Mubai's killing god who caught up, as long as he quickly defeated the heavenly wolf, he still had a chance to escape.

Thinking of this, the ghost saint didn't say a word, his skill was mentioned as ten, and the ghost head staff moved to the death, pointing directly at the blood hole wound on the left arm of the wolf, and the left hand was in the shape of a claw, using the famous stunt soul searching claw, with a terrible wind, directly towards the injured right shoulder of the wolf.

The wolf smiled slightly, the sword body let out a dragon groan, his eyes suddenly became blood-red, his left claw was opened, and he quickly grabbed the bottom of the long sword in his right hand, and stroked the sword body, and bursts of red gas were forcibly injected into the sword body, and the originally bright sword suddenly turned red, and it looked like a red-hot iron bar from a distance.

The wolf raised his head suddenly, and roared "whoa", the voice was terrible and tragic, as if the wolf howled at night, and the thunderous rush of the ghost saint was inevitably blocked.

The fiery red sword in the hand of the Heavenly Wolf emitted a heat that was enough to melt gold and turn jade, making the ghost saints who were four or five feet away feel a scorching heat.

The blood-red eyes of the Heavenly Wolf stared at the Ghost Saint tightly, and the sword in his hand turned into the sound of wind and thunder, and with a move "Heavenly Wolf Roaring Firmament", his right arm hooked and pulled, and a half-moon-shaped red sword qi was slashed, and it rolled towards the Ghost Saint like thunder.

The ghost saint was in mid-air, unable to change direction and escape, and this scorching sword qi came so fast that he couldn't avoid it, and he finally understood that this series of actions were within the calculation of the heavenly wolf:

First sneak attack his mount lurking on the ground, and then force himself to get up to the sky, and he has a condescending advantage in the air, he will definitely choose to attack the wolf, at this time he will inject the internal force into the sword body, and hit this scorching chop, he is completely unable to dodge in the air, and can only fight hard.

The ghost saint didn't have time to think about it, the red sword qi that had baked the sand all the way had already been killed, and the clothes on his body seemed to be on fire, the ghost saint roared, and carried twelve points of energy, and at the same time grabbed the ghost head staff in his hand tightly with both hands, and a black cold air burst out around him, and a strong black gas spewed out along the mouth of the evil ghost of the ghost head stick.

The two red and black true qi met in the air, only to hear the sound of "boom", the black weather was evaporated, and disappeared in an instant, and the red half-moon slash also shrank by at least half, but it still did not reduce the castration, and directly slashed the ghost scepter.