The battle between Zhuang Qingyu and Ghost Xuan has reached a fever pitch.

Zhuang Qingyu, who hated the ghost to the core, constantly changed his moves to attack the ghost. But the ghost can always defuse Zhuang Qingyu's attack when Zhuang Qingyu is about to attack him, and then counterattack Zhuang Qingyu.

Zhuang Qingyu is the simplest of the road, and the body of the ghost can be described as "like a ghost".

Feng Chen watched the fight between the two not far away, and the exercises of the "Ghost King Sect" in his heart were even more strange. I still remember that when the man in purple stopped him before, he just flicked his fingers lightly and knocked himself out. And the ghost cultivation skill in front of him is obviously above the purple-clothed man.

Not only the ghosts, but even the cultivation of those black-robed people is deep in the evil sect, I don't know what the exercises of their "Ghost King Sect" are, how can they have such evil skills?

He was thinking so wildly, Zhuang Qingyu was already enraged by the ghosts' successive dodges, and his offensive became more and more fierce. He flew up, and the sword in his hand stabbed straight at the ghost fan, only to see the ghost gently close the white bone fan in his hand, and blocked the sword stabbed by Zhuang Qingyu, and then, he seemed to unfold the white bone fan quite casually, stretched out his arm and swept towards Zhuang Qingyu's face.

This was the first time that the ghost had taken the initiative to attack, Zhuang Qingyu's heart was shocked, and he dissolved the white bone fan that the ghost swept towards him with a slight backhand of the "Shocking Sword" in his hand.

Seeing that the blow could not be achieved, and the ghost was not in love with fighting, he stepped a little, quickly retreated backwards, and opened a certain distance from Zhuang Qingyu.

In fact, Zhuang Qingyu had always been worried about the situation of the disciple on the other side, but he had been fighting with the ghost in a high-intensity battle before, and he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest. At this time, the ghost distanced himself from him, and without thinking much about it, he raised his eyes behind him.

It's okay not to look at this, but at a glance, Zhuang Qingyu's heart suddenly hanged.

Especially when he saw that his disciples were already tired at this time, he couldn't help but start worrying in his heart. Moves between masters can often be divided between lightning and flint, especially between two people who are evenly matched, so you must pay full attention and not relax in the slightest, otherwise the other party will definitely seize the opportunity to give you a fatal blow.

Seeing Zhuang Qingyu distracted, how could the ghost miss such a good opportunity?!

Moreover, he was not a righteous man himself.

I saw him flash in front of Zhuang Qingyu in an instant, and the white bone fan in his hand turned into a sharp blade, stabbing straight at Zhuang Qingyu's heart quickly, absolutely, ruthlessly, and sharply.

Feng Chen gasped as he watched from the side.

If this trick is stabbed, even Da Luo Jinxian can't save it!

However, Zhuang Qingyu deserves to be the master of a village, and his reaction is not unpleasant.

At this moment, I saw him take a step sideways, and immediately staggered his vital point to the white bone fan.

However, although he avoided the vital point, his left shoulder was pierced by a bone fan. Zhuang Qingyu was shocked, a sharp pain came, and blood flowed from his left shoulder.

A gleam of pride flashed in the ghost's eyes. Seeing that the blow was successful, he didn't like to fight, and quickly retreated after pulling back the white bone fan.

This is a method of extreme scoundrels, and the most shameful!

However, what made people even more shameful was still behind, and at this time, Zhuang Qingyu's left shoulder began to numb, and black blood continued to flow out. Zhuang Qingyu knew that he had been poisoned, so he reached out and quickly sealed several acupoints on his left shoulder to prevent the venom from spreading into his body.

The ghost just stood opposite Zhuang Qingyu and watched coldly, and did not attack. Seeing that Zhuang Qingyu's face became more and more pale, he finally sneered: "Does this poison taste good?" Zhuang Qingyu, even if you seal the acupoint, it is useless, and without the antidote, you will bleed to death in an hour." ”

Zhuang Qingyu only felt that Venus was dancing in front of him, and his throat was even more salty. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to spit out blood, and said angrily: "Despicable villain, even if I die, I will drag you to hell with me!"

After speaking, ignoring the injury on his left shoulder, he raised his sword and swept towards the ghost.

Looking at the other side, after Jian Dongyang led the heads of various families and elders to join the battlefield, the situation of the scene changed instantly.

Don't look at Jian Dongyang and the heads and elders of the various families in total, there are only sixteen people, but cultivation and combat experience are definitely a shot in the arm for the battle situation at this time.

The elders and disciples of Xingyun Villa, who had already fallen behind and only had the power to parry, saw Jian Dongyang and the others join the battlefield, and everyone who was already desperate suddenly ignited their fighting spirit again. The morale of the crowd let out a roar of rage, and they rose up again to attack the black-robed man.

Zhuang Qingyu knew his state at this time, if he didn't end the battle as soon as possible, and waited for the poison to occur, not only would he die here, but also his disciples would die at that time. What's more, people from the four major families will also be implicated!

Thinking of this, Zhuang Qingyu attacked the ghost even more desperately.

He had already seen Zhuang Qingyu's intentions, and naturally it was impossible for Zhuang Qingyu to get his wish. I saw that he kept changing his body shape to defend, but he was not in a hurry to attack, the more anxious Zhuang Qingyu was, the slower he became, as if he was deliberately consuming Zhuang Qingyu.

Feng Chen always paid attention to the situation on the field, and he had been watching the battle between Zhuang Qingyu and Ghost Xuan. When he saw Zhuang Qingyu, who kept attacking the ghosts, Feng Chen's heart was full of worry.

Although Feng Chen's cultivation is very low now, he is after all a god son with extremely high cultivation in the previous life, and he can see the clues just from the clues. Although Zhuang Qingyu was injured before, his mind was still there, but now Zhuang Qingyu is in a hurry to achieve a quick solution and is out of proportion.

If this continues, Zhuang Qingyu will definitely be more than lucky.

Feng Chen thought to himself, although this matter had nothing to do with him, it was because the Ghost King Sect was bent on taking away the Little Red Flame Tiger, so he caused the mother Red Flame Tiger to blow herself up in order to protect her beloved son, causing the death of the purple-clothed leader and many black-robed people. But he must not watch Zhuang Qingyu be injured by the ghost and stand by and watch.

Zhuang Qingyu is the owner of Xingyun Villa, one of the five major sects in the Xuantian Continent, and he is also a chivalrous man with considerable prestige......

Feng Chen's brain began to spin rapidly, and he pondered how he could resolve the urgent need in front of him.

Suddenly, Feng Chen thought of Jian Dongyang.

In terms of cultivation and experience, among the people on the field, only Jian Dongyang is still expected to be able to compete with the ghosts.

Thinking like this, Feng Chen raised his eyes and looked to the other side to find Jian Dongyang's trace. But he found that Jian Dongyang at this time was rushing to the front, leading everyone to fight against the black-robed man.

Despite this, Jian Dongyang's eyes looked at Zhuang Qingyu from time to time.