After the three Fifth Heaven cultivators withdrew from the battle, the pressure on the Fifth Tingyun was a little less. And with his solid defense, he can always wait for an opportunity to overturn one or two killers with a large difference in strength, and after a while, there are only eight people left who can stop in the battle circle.

Among the eight people, four of them were the Seven Heavens of the Na Yuan Realm, and four of them were like him, they were also the powerhouses of the Six Heavens of the Na Yuan Realm. In addition to these eight people, those who rushed up before were all injured by the departure, some broke their tendons, and some were picked with hamstrings......

The crisp sound of the weapon striking was very loud in this relatively empty field.

The fifth Tingyun was concentrating on the eight people, and on the other hand, he was distracted and paying attention to the Eight Heavens of the Nayuan Realm, which had never been contemplated on the wall. He knew that the threat to him from the Eight Heavens was even higher than that of the eight people who were fighting him.

Bang Bang!

With two loud bangs, the fifth Tingyun set up a detached sword above his head, blocking the three long knives that were chopped down from the front. At the same time, two long swords on the left and right sides were handed over, the tips of the swords glowed with a cold luster, and stabbed straight towards the waist of the fifth Tingyun; along with the long swords, there were also two copper sticks, the sticks danced and roared, and the moves were calm, if they were hit, they would not be comfortable; behind them, there was also a hissing sound like a white snake spitting a letter, which was a long whip sweeping over.

Fifth Tingyun's eyes condensed slightly, his brows furrowed, and at this sudden moment, the eight people on the other side seemed to have grasped a tacit understanding, and launched a fierce attack on him from different angles.

Such a tacit understanding never existed in the previous encounters.

"It's time to do it!" He knew in his heart that for the eight people to capture this rare tacit understanding, it must be that the cultivator of the Eight Heavens had some hint on the side. And since Yae Heaven has given this instruction, it means that the other party is not going to play.

The other side is about to settle the battle!

Sou.

Sure enough, the Fifth Hearing Cloud heard a soft sound, and the cultivators of the Eight Heavens turned into a series of black shadows, quickly approaching. Its speed is so fast that even the fifth hearing cloud can only be positioned by perception, but cannot be kept up with eyesight.

Fifth, hearing that Yun was not in a hurry, after opening the long knife on his head, he then circled his body with his sword in his left hand, and after a crackling sound, the killers' knives, swords, sticks, and whips were all blocked out.

"On it. ”

Regardless of the eight people around him wanting to attack again, the fifth Tingyun suddenly squatted down slightly, and then with a flick of his legs, the ladder was about to shoot into the sky. And under the pitch-black night sky, a black shadow suddenly condensed above the head of the fifth listening cloud, it was the cultivator of the Eight Heavens of the Na Yuan Realm.

With a bang, when the black shadow appeared, the fifth hearing cloud actually returned the long sword to the sheath, and then stood up to meet it.

"I can't help myself!" Seeing that the fifth hearing cloud was so big, the black shadow in the air couldn't help but sneer, and with one hand, he slapped his palm and struck towards the fifth hearing cloud with the momentum of splitting Huashan. In an instant, a gust of wind blew up in the clearing, rolling up the dust and rubble on the ground.

The eight people on the ground were already standing in place, looking up one after another, waiting for their palms to collide together.

However, at the moment when the two palms were about to touch each other, the fifth Tingyun smiled slyly, and cast Yun Zong's high and deep body technique, and the whole person spun around, and actually moved three feet in the air. At the same time, he mobilized the Sanskrit sound yuan force in the dantian, and the tiger roaring vowel finally struck hard.

What he was waiting for was the moment when the Eight Heavens made a move.

Because only at this moment, he was sure to take advantage of the effect of the tiger roaring vowels to wake up Dai Qinglian and take it away.

The roar of the tiger resounded over the clearing, and quickly spread.

The Eightfold Heavenly Cultivator really didn't have time to react, and when the Tiger Roar vowel burst out close to him, his mind suddenly turned into chaos. And the palm power that he had already swung out was whistling and smashing to the ground from the side of the fifth Tingyun, and the eight cultivators who were also affected by the tiger roar vowels couldn't dodge, and the palm power of the Eight Heavens all poured into the middle of the circle around the eight people.

There was a boom.

Flying along with the rubble and dirt, there were also the bodies of the eight cultivators.

The explosion was very loud, coupled with his own strong cultivation of the Eight Heavens, the black shadow woke up almost instantly, he swept the ground, and saw that his own people had fallen to the ground, and the figure of the fifth Tingyun was no longer in front of him. He was furious, turned around and swooped down towards the fifth Tingyun who was helping Dai Qinglian up.

Dai Qinglian has already woken up under the effect of the tiger roaring vowels, but I don't know if it's because of the printing method, or because this Nizi didn't wake up, she is still very lazy, and she doesn't seem to be aware of the current danger at all.

"Death, boy!"

The black shadow was extremely fast, and pounced on it with its arms outstretched like a bat. Moreover, the five fingers of his hands were bent into hooks, and when he just landed, he swung them towards the body of the fifth Tingyun one after another. The fifth Tingyun went to block with his left hand, but the other party grabbed the entire sleeve and left five blood marks on his left arm.

The other party's fingers turned out to be comparable to sharp weapons.

In desperation, Fifth Tingyun had no choice but to push Dai Qinglian to the other side first, and then deal with the enemy with all his own energy. But after all, the other party was in the realm of the Eight Heavens, and he had suppressed the Fifth Tingyun by two levels, so after a short three rounds, the Fifth Tingyun's arms, thighs, and chest were scratched, and all of them were not shallow, and they were bleeding, and they couldn't stop for a while.

"Ah, fifth brother!"

Dai Qinglian, who was pushed aside and fell to the ground, was finally fully awake at this time. Before she could figure out why she was in the middle of nowhere, she saw a guy in a black nightcoat who was frantically bullying her fifth brother, and she was furious when she looked at the ill-intentioned men in black who were lying to the ground or standing up.

Without anyone noticing her, she first flipped her right hand, and her magic weapon, the purple and black umbrella, appeared in her hand. She opened the umbrella, and then her hands were sealed, and the purple and black umbrella broke away from her right hand, slowly rotating and rising, her eyebrows were upside down, her mouth kept shaking, and she was chanting the trick.

"Ahh

Just as the Eight Heavens were frantically advancing, leaving wounds on the body of the Fifth Tingyun, a scream suddenly sounded in the empty clearing. The screams pierced the night sky, drawing the eyes of the monks who were lying and standing.

"What's going on?" asked someone who was closest to the screams, panicking.

More people gathered towards the screams, and they couldn't see clearly in the darkness of the night, so they had to get closer. But at first glance, they were all stunned, and they opened their mouths not knowing what was happening. In the middle of them, a black-clothed cultivator was convulsing on the ground, seeing that he had already taken in more air and had less air out, and he couldn't hold out for long.

And what made them panic was not the death of this cultivator, but the fact that he died a really strange death.

The cultivator's wrist was cut by the Liren Sword. Originally, it was only a very small sword mark that was cut from the human sword, but at this time, the scar that appeared in front of everyone's eyes was like a big mouth, and it felt like someone had forcibly torn the wound open.

And from the wound, a column of blood came out. As soon as the blood came out, it was sucked by a force, and then the blood gathered together and unreasonably gathered in the air. Above the cultivator's corpse, at the height of the person standing, there was a dark black cloud of blood—all from the cultivator lying on the ground.

He had been drained of his blood alive!