At the moment, there are more monks and less meat, and this place is not big, and it has not been triggered yet, so I can't see how many Yin Spirits there are.

Judging from this dilapidated temple alone, if the two soul hunting teams poured into it, even if all the yin spirits in it were driven out, it was estimated that it would not be enough for everyone present.

Therefore, a battle is inevitable.

The number of people on the other side was a little more than Jiang Mo's, and there were also a lot of strong people, Yang Zonglin observed for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Look for opponents each, don't let them enter the temple." ”

The old man led by the other party also had a gloomy look on his face, and said coldly: "Do it, stop them." ”

After the words fell, the two sides suddenly burst out with a strong momentum, and the surrounding fog was blown away a lot, Yang Zonglin took the lead in rushing out, and the old man headed by the other party was obviously also an eight-star martial artist, and after sensing Yang Zonglin's momentum, he immediately greeted him.

If you let a low-level monk fight against Yang Zonglin, it is tantamount to looking for death.

Although the other party only has one eight-star Martial Venerable, the number of seven-star Martial Venerable is three more than here.

There were two seven-star martial venerables, blocking the way of the condensation frost, Jiang Mo said carefully, and even though he was locked by a middle-aged man who was short in stature but had a small breath.

"This guy doesn't look good, but his breath is very strong, and it should be tricky. ”

Jiang Mo glanced at the short man and said secretly in his heart.

At this time, Qiu Weiwei, a slightly fatter monk here, was fighting two monks alone, and those two monks were both in the early stage of the Seven-Star Martial Venerable.

The battlefield is gradually expanding, and no one wants to destroy that temple now, so they all take the initiative to avoid here, and the big melee of more than a dozen people, and it is also a battle between Wuzun monks, which is not visible to the outside world at all.

Everyone went to meet the battle, Jiang Mo and Feng Jieyu were a little closer, and after the girl approached Jiang Mo, she whispered something that made Jiang Mo cry and laugh.

"Brother Jiang insisted a little, and when Xie Yu solved the enemy here, he would go over to help you. ”

Do you dare to love this girl and regard herself as a powerless scholar?

"Hmm. Jiang Mo suppressed the smile in his heart and nodded solemnly.

The battle between the two sides had begun, and one after another Yuan Li Lian was bombarded out, and after colliding together, a powerful energy aftermath suddenly escaped, making the earth on this side tremble.

Especially on the side of the Eight-Star Martial Venerable, every time they collided, the sky roared and the earth shook.

On Feng Jieyu's side, she used the wood attribute Yuan Force, and the turquoise rattan was waving, like a long whip, and she thought of her opponent.

However, her opponent is very fast, and whenever the rattan is about to approach, she will dodge by, and in just a few breaths, she is already close to Feng Jieyu.

However, the girl was not in a hurry, and saw her jade hand pointing downward, and with a gentle pat, many wooden thorns suddenly drilled out of the ground, so that her opponent had to flee.

"No wonder I dare to say that I crossed the level of World War II, it turned out that the strength was not bad. After glancing at Feng Jieyu's side, Jiang Mo withdrew his gaze.

At this time, the middle-aged man with a short stature looked at Jiang Mo sarcastically and said, "I still have time to watch others fight, I'm afraid, you are the most unlucky in this soul hunting team." ”

"Oh, why?" Jiang Mo was not in a hurry to make a move, and said with a smile.

"Hehe, why? Do you think that my strength is really as simple as it seems on the surface?" After the words fell, without waiting for Jiang Mo to answer, the short middle-aged man, whose body was like lightning, rushed towards Jiang Mo.

When he swept out, his momentum was also gradually rising, and at this time, Jiang Mo realized that this person should have the cultivation of a seven-star martial artist.

Jiang Mo guessed that this person should have cultivated some kind of special technique, which could hide the true realm.

With a whistling sound, the short middle-aged man sneered, his figure jumped up like a Dapeng bird, and his palm slapped down on the top of Jiang Mo's head.

With this razor-sharp speed, even if it was a seven-star martial venerable, it was a little reluctant to dodge, and the corners of the short middle-aged man's mouth couldn't help but evoke a sneer.

Jiang Mo was still standing in place, as if he had no intention of dodging, and at this time, the smile on the face of the short middle-aged man retracted and turned into a cruel look.

Isn't it stupid to not even hide? The short man thought so in his heart.

However, soon, he didn't think so, because when he slapped his palm, it seemed to fall on a huge rock, except for the shock force that made his arm numb, where was the white-haired young man below any injuries?

Bang!

This person was horrified in his heart, his body rolled back, and he looked at the white-haired young man in front of him, and his eyes showed a sense of thought.

Jiang Mo was not in a hurry, and he went all out now, and while fighting, he observed the fighting style of other people, which seemed to be good.

Therefore, the two were at a stalemate.

After a grappling with a stick of incense, the short middle-aged man seemed to have discovered Jiang Mo, but his defensive power was amazing, and as for the attack power, it was negligible.

Thinking of this, he stepped up his offensive again, and at this time, most of the dense fog here was dispersed, making the situation in the temple more and more clearly presented to everyone.

Jiang Mo's soul hunting team was actually the ordinary-looking young man Yu Yang who was the first to solve the battle, and Yu Yang's opponent exposed a defensive loophole, and was directly slammed three times by Yu Yang.

The strength of the three palms superimposed on him, making him lose his combat effectiveness in an instant.

Yu Yang took advantage of the situation and directly took the man's life.

After solving the opponent, Yu Yang rushed towards Jiang Mo, watched Jiang Mo fight with the short man, and couldn't help but say, "You go and help Xie Yu, this person will be handed over to me." ”

Hearing Yu Yang's voice, Jiang Mo was slightly surprised, but it was not difficult to hear a hint of contempt in this person's tone.

Obviously, he didn't take Jiang Mo's combat effectiveness too seriously.

Since this person wanted to show his body, Jiang Mo silently moved out of the way, not to obey Yu Yang's orders, but to let Yu Yang himself experience the strength of that short man.

When Jiang Mo got out of the way, he could still hear a cold snort from the tip of Yu Yang's nose, and he seemed to look down on Jiang Mo, a 'five-star martial artist'.

The short middle-aged man saw that he had changed his opponent, and his face showed a hint of surprise, and he immediately spoke: "Are you sure you are fighting me?"

"What, if you're afraid, throw in the towel and get out of the way. Maybe I can spare your life. "Yu Yang is high in the tunnel, in his opinion, even Jiang Mo can be entangled with an opponent for a long time, can it be called an opponent?

The short middle-aged man glanced at Yu Yang strangely, then did not speak, and then his momentum climbed, and his body shot like an arrow from a string.

(End of chapter)