The black-faced marshal is very cunning and sinister, dodging Huang Qing's sword while secretly summoning the mysterious green eagle.

The other half of the Yuanshen used the lotus flower to transform the sword into a sword and trap the fat demon.

But this short and fat demon is not what it used to be, and the magic is many times higher than that of eight years ago.

Among the many disciples of the demon god, the short and fat demon was second only to the mysterious green eagle.

And Wuchen is now only half of the Yuan Shen to deal with the short and fat Taoist, and the other half of the Yuan Shen is still crossing those ghosts at the bottom of the lake.

It takes a lot of spiritual power to resolve the resentment of ghosts, and in fact, Wuchen only uses half of his spiritual power to deal with the short and fat Taoist priest.

The spiritual power is not strong, and the dustless illusion sword can't trap the short and fat Taoist.

The short and fat Taoist priest made all his efforts rush left and right, and for a while, the sword light and black fog in the small courtyard flew sand and stones, just like a landslide and the ground cracked.

And after Huang Qing and Blackface fought for a few rounds, they didn't win or lose.

Huang Qing was anxious in his heart, if he couldn't even tear off the veil of the man in black, it would really be in vain to wander the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he would be the first sword in the world.

Huang Qing didn't know that the person who tied with him was the black-faced marshal of the big devil who had experienced a hundred battles, killed countless people, and commanded the three armies in the world.

Huang Qing's heart was in a hurry, and he closed his eyes and concentrated on making the phantom stunt hit the black face like a whirlwind.

As soon as Huang Qing closed his eyes, he summoned the spiritual power of the spirit jade, and the spiritual power dissolved into Huang Qing's sword, how could this whirlwind sword shadow be resisted by the black-faced marshal.

Huang Qing's sword shadow was like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, and it instantly stripped the black-faced marshal's black night clothes to shreds.

Immediately, Huang Qing shouted, "Click", and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the chest of the black face.

Huang Qing had no intention of killing Blackface, he just wanted to capture him and find out the identity of this night walker, and he only used thirty percent of his strength in his hands.

Just as Huang Qing's sword was about to stab into the chest of the black face, a man in white clothes fell from the sky, stretched out his fingers, and Huang Qing's sword shattered immediately.

The black face was overjoyed, and immediately retreated behind the man in white.

The arrival of the man in white, the sudden and powerful and strange aura that permeated the dust made the Buddha light in the dustless body sound the alarm.

It's not good, those who come are not good, those who are good don't come, this person's spiritual power is unfathomable, extremely weird, Huang Qing must not be allowed to make a mistake, it is important to protect Huang Qing.

Wuchen thought about this, gathered all his spiritual power into his eyes, and Wuchen's eyes were shiny for a while, shooting towards the man in white, and the light blocked the man in white from flying towards Huang Qing's arm.

At the same time, the ice cubes on Wuchen's real body exploded in an instant, splitting apart like a bomb, and all of them hit the man in white.

The man in white stumbled and almost fell, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, which was clearly the pain he was trying to endure.

But the man in white did not fall, and it is difficult to guess whether the man in white was injured lightly or severely.

Huang Qing couldn't stand the strong weird momentum on the man in white, and his whole body could no longer make his strength soft and collapsed.

In this battle where lightning and fire converged, Huang Qing vaguely saw that the man in white was still wearing a white mask, and the mask was actually the face of an Arhat, isn't this man in white a demon, how could he wear an Arhat mask, Huang Qing's mind was full of such a thought in his confusion.

Just when Huang Qing fell and the man in white gathered his spiritual power to attack again, there was a sudden sound of water on the surface of the lake, and the other half of the dustless Yuan Shen floated to the surface with hundreds of souls.

The dustless floating water surface of the Yuan Shen flew up as light as a catkins, and the sword wielding Yuan Shen became one, the white-clothed man and the short and fat Taoist priest had not had time to blink their eyes, and the dust had already been possessed by the Yuan Shen, and had been blocked in front of Huang Qing, like a goddess holding a lotus flower and looking at them coldly.

The momentum emanating from Wuchen's body that can move mountains and seas and carry out mountains and rivers made the white-clothed Arhat masked man gasp, and he definitely couldn't take advantage of the hard-fought method with Wuchen, so let's think about it in the long run, hurry up.

The man in white thought about it, waved his hand, and a burst of white mist rose to take the black face and the short and fat Taoist priest away invisibly.

Dustless took into account that there were still so many souls to deal with on the surface of the lake, and it would be great if so many ghosts with a little magic were scattered among the eight people.

Second, he was dustless and took into account Huang Qing's safety.

In case Huang Qing made a mistake, the dustless immortal cultivation would be wasted.

Therefore, Wuchen did not dare to fight and had no intention of catching up.

The three of them all slipped away, and Wuchen immediately turned around and picked up Huang Qing and called in a low voice, "Huang Qing, Brother Huang Qing, wake up, wake up, I'm Wuchen." ”