As for Ye Lianxing, she is worthy of being a disciple of Xuan Zhenzi, although her cultivation is not as good as Ye Chen's, but she can't stand up to having a good master, and there are many magic weapons.

The grade of the ice attribute fairy sword in her hand is at least five grades, no worse than his pine-patterned ancient sword, and that handkerchief is only afraid that it is no worse than his fire gourd, in addition, she took out two magic weapons of at least six orders, one for defense, is a blue bowl mouth bead hanging above her head, hanging down a trace of blue light, several four murderers besieged, whether it is an evil law or a flying sword, it cannot be broken.

The other is a carved phoenix white jade scissors, two white jade phoenixes are intertwined, she stretched out her hand and threw it, the jade scissors flew out and quickly became larger, the light flashed, turning into two white phoenixes swept left and right, and a demon cultivator was cut into two with flying swords, without the slightest resistance.

Cutting three demon cultivators to death in one go, Xuan Wuzi finally couldn't stand anymore, rushed out of the crypt, and shouted loudly:

"Stop!"

Xuan Wuzi appeared, Ye Chen immediately sensed the unique aura of the Adventist, looked up, and saw a handsome young man standing in the air with his hands behind his back.

If you look at it on the surface, Xuan Wuzi doesn't look like a murderer at all, but people can't look at the surface, just like a generous monk with kind eyebrows but holding a white bone banner to summon ghosts, if he doesn't take a white bone flag, who will know that he will be a person in the demon gate.

Xuan Wuzi's gaze swept over the four adventers, revealing a trace of surprise when he landed on Ye Lianxing, and he was also surprised when he saw Ye Chen, and then swept over the bitter monk and the Qingyun Lord, and said in a deep voice:

"We are all the same kind of people, why bother killing each other, you take your sunshine road, I cross my single-plank bridge, and the well water does not interfere with the river water."

At this point he paused before continuing:

"I swear, as long as you let me go, no matter where you are in the future, wherever you appear, I will retreat."

The four of them looked at each other and smiled, and Ye Chen said:

"If someone else says so, for the sake of everyone being the same kind of person, there is still something to say, but you are different, what you have to do now has too much impact, once the earth lung fire poison breaks out, the lives of thousands of miles will be ruined, I don't see it, just see it, how can I not care!"

Xuan Wuzi's eyebrows were gloomy and he asked:

"Who are you?"

Ye Chen arched his hand:

"Emei disciple Ye Chen, the disciple of Luofu Immortal Tong Yuanqi!"

"It's Emei disciple again."

Xuan Wuzi's eyes showed a trace of envy, and a trace of resentment, shook his head and said:

"This is wrong, I also want to have a killer feature, as long as people don't offend me, I will never offend anyone, and I can swear that in the future, I will only stay in Yangzhou on this acre of three-point land, and will never involve the battle between good and evil."

His words, his expression was very sincere, but they wouldn't believe it, they couldn't believe it, they weren't three-year-old children, how could they believe the words of a demon who killed a teacher and betrayed the family, even if it was a descender.

Ye Chen shook his head and said:

"If you give up what you are doing now, we will believe you, otherwise we will see the truth in our hands."

Xuan Wuzi's face changed, changing back and forth, and soon became cold, and his tone was also on the side:

"For the sake of you being a disciple of Emei, you can say all the good things, that is, if you are bent on looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

After speaking, the aura on his body soared into the sky, and a pillar of gray and white qi rushed up several feet above his head, and a white bone bead rolled on the top of the pillar of qi, exuding a gloomy and cold aura.

"White Bone Relic!"

The bitter monk's eyes drooped, a murderous aura poured out of his body, his hands lit up with a faint golden light, his lips moved slightly, and a little golden light flew out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Xuan Wuzi snorted coldly, raised his hand and grabbed it, the void sank violently, and the infinite black qi in the sky converged, turning into a gray-white vitality hand the size of one acre, and slapped it fiercely at the bitter monk.

Ye Chen reacted quickly, and as soon as his mind moved, more than a dozen fire Jiao flew out to meet him and slapped his big hand.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a series of explosions, and the fire Jiao was crushed and exploded, turning into a large ball of flames, wrapped in a large gray and black hand, and was pressed down, like a raging flame with a big flame hand.

White Bone Relic, this is a seventh-order high-level magic treasure, which is cultivated with the magic of the magic of the Buddhist monk, containing all the mana of the Buddhist monk, and the power is extremely terrifying.

The seventh-order magic weapon has entered the ranks of high-level magic weapons, and its power has changed qualitatively compared to the sixth-order magic weapon, which can be said to be no less than ten times the power gap, so Ye Chen's more than a dozen fire Jiao will be directly crushed and destroyed.

However, although he was unable to unite with the enemy, after all, he blocked it for a while, the bitter monk was prepared, his eyes opened violently, and countless Sanskrit words converged into a huge golden palm that rose to the sky and hit the flame hand, with a loud bang, the wind howled, and a circle of blazing air waves spread wildly to all sides, to a hundred meters away.

Xuan Wuzi's palm was amazingly powerful with the help of the power of the seventh-order white bone relic, but after all, it was only a casual palm, and the bitter monk was not bad at charging a palm, and both palms were wiped out at the same time.

The two sides talked and fought, Ye Chen reacted the fastest, put away the gourd, and the pine pattern ancient sword raised the 'slash' is a triple sword slash, but it can't even break the Xuan Wuzi Talisman Qi Shield, but he was not discouraged at all, his body moved quickly, and he kept slashing down one sword after another.

And Ye Lianxing sacrificed the jade phoenix scissors, and the two white phoenixes with their tails intertwined flew towards Xuan Wuzi, but they were blocked by a black flying sword that appeared out of thin air in Xuan Wuzi's hand, and the two phoenixes crossed over, and the dazzling black light exploded.

Shuangfeng returned in vain, and the black flying sword was also dimly aura, and it fell into Xuan Wuzi's hand, and his pure mana sprayed down, and the flying sword aura lit up again, and as he stretched out his hand, it turned into a black light and disappeared in a flash, but it was slashed straight in the direction of Ye Chen.

"Shuaibi must die!"

This is a real sword technique, the sharp sword light was more than ten meters away, Ye Chen felt the killing intent rushing to his face, and the sharp sword stabbed his skin with a faint pain, as if it was about to be cut.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched the loose-grained sword hilt in his right hand, and all the true qi in his body penetrated into the flying sword, and a layer of crystal aura appeared on the sharp blade, slowly aiming at the front and stabbing down.

"Ding!"

When the tip of the Loose Pattern Ancient Sword collided with the looming sword light of the Xuan Wuzi Imperial Black Flying Sword, everyone above the entrance of the crypt suddenly felt a tingling pain in their eardrums, and they were deaf at that moment and couldn't hear any sound, as if they had lost their sense of hearing at this moment.

As a party concerned, Ye Chen felt an unprecedented terrifying power coming from the Pine Pattern Ancient Sword, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he could feel the tremor coming from the sword body, which was the oppression of Xuan Wuzi's absolute mana on the Pine Pattern Ancient Sword.