Yan Wuyi is as quick as a heel to avoid the infestation of ghosts, and the strange situation suddenly flashes.

"When did Da Luo Sword Pavilion come out with such a character?" Several sword cultivators not far away were shocked and discussed, but they still didn't dare to be careless, and used their sword skills to kill the Yin soldiers and ghost generals.

"This ghost thing is born from the qi of extreme yin, absorbing the filthy ghost breath of the demon realm to cultivate the ghost path, although it has not opened the spiritual wisdom, but it has the ability to exceed 10,000 jun with a random blow, which is comparable to the martial arts hidden void cultivator, if it were me, I would not be sure to avoid the fierce power of the Yan Skull Ghost Arm. ”

The person who said this looked shocked, and a pair of bright eyes looked at Yan Wuyi who retreated to the side, and his heart fluctuated, as if he was a little incredulous.

How did the martial artist of the Six Tricks achieve such a speed?

"There is a record in the Demon Record of Heaven and Earth, Yan is soulless and one-eyed, his mouth is phlegm and poison, and his ghost power can reach the demon pill in three hundred years, and the young man can escape from the claws of this thing, which is enough to see his miracle. ”

"Senior Brother Tang Li has always been famous for his fast swords, and he is also amazed by him, could it be that this person's speed is faster than him?"

"Kill!"

The burly warrior was the first to react, and hurriedly waved the spirit flag to summon the sword cultivator, taking advantage of Yan Wuyi's skull being injured by Yan Wuyi and destroying it with one eye.

A thunderbolt descended like a thunderbolt, and the young cultivators of the Cold Light Sword Pavilion suddenly came back to their senses, all of them were shocked, so they quickly besieged the one-eyed ghost with demonic power.

"Dry displacement overthrow, exchange the position and tie the sword!"

Suddenly, the sword light flew away, tearing through the sky like a tornado and swallowing it away, and the sword aura was like a sea, forcing the violent ghost to move back dozens of feet in an instant.

That ghost thing was injured in the eye by Yan Wuyi's anger, and was strangled by the sword qi, and couldn't help but be furious, rushing indiscriminately, a demonic poisonous mist dispersed with the wind, everyone hurriedly held their breath and meditated, and walked away with their swords!

"Nine breaths out of position, trapping his ghost arm with a demon rope, Tian Fang Zhang Yaowen sword walking iron locks, binding his back bones!"

The burly warrior was quite accomplished in the battle path, quickly recognized the change of the formation, and commanded the sword cultivator to kill Yan Yu in an orderly manner.

Retreating and going up, there was another burst of sword cultivation and sword thoughts, and the murderous aura of the Dao Dao swept in all directions, and three or two people rolled to the ground, and golden chains burst out of their sleeves, and they suddenly advanced.

In a moment, the arm of the Yan Skeleton Ghost was entangled, and several Heavenly Vein martial artists jumped out from both sides, focusing on the chain, and the combat skills flew over, and the ghost was so sleepy that it couldn't move for a while.

But Yan Yu's skull was extremely powerful, and when the explosion was stimulated, the ghost qi roared, and he pulled hard, and suddenly pulled the chains, and everyone struggled to support them, and there were blood stains in their palms.

"It's all right. The two sides were at a stalemate, and Chu Jin stepped forward with a smile and asked with concern.

"This thing is so hard to deal with, if I hadn't been smarter, I'm afraid I'd have been hit hard. Yan Wuyi supported his feet with both hands, only feeling that his meridians were sore, and his blood and bones were tired.

The previous crisis broke out, but fortunately, his eyes were quick and his hands were fast, his steps were like flowing clouds, and his body was like a bird and a feather, and he escaped his life.

Chu Jin helped him up, and suddenly a faint light flickered left and right, apparently taking out a black pill from the mustard seed bag.

"Take it. ”

Yan Wuyi saw that he hesitated, snatched it with a wicked smile, and looked at it carefully, this pill was not unfamiliar, Chu Jin had swallowed one when he was picking the three-leaf Hancang before.

As soon as I started, there was a sense of peace that nourished the soul and spread throughout the body.

"Such a good thing to calm the mind and nourish the soul, why didn't you take it out earlier. Yan Wuyi's face was overjoyed, and he swallowed it in one bite.

After that, the urging qi gradually catalyzed the medicinal power, and suddenly a refreshing and clear breath flowed through the whole body, replenishing the lost qi and blood energy.

"You kid don't know what to do, this medicine is called soul nourishment, it has the miraculous effect of nourishing the soul, nourishing qi and invigorating blood, I see the spiritual power in your body empty, it seems that the meridians are blocked, the spiritual energy is exhausted, and you only rely on a strange strength to resist the enemy, but this method is extremely harmful to the body, and you must use it with caution. ”

Chu Jin's face was bitter, and he came to the north of Fushen in a daze, he only brought five soul nourishing pills, four of which he used to restore his soul thoughts before, and now the last one was also swallowed by Yan Wuyi.

There are very few soul-nourishing pills, and for soul people, any one of them may be a life-saving treasure.

At this moment, the situation became more and more critical, and the Cold Light Pavilion was divided into three parties, one side resisted the fanged demon soldiers who came from the impact, one side tied Yan Yu Skeleton with a chain, and the other side combined his sword to rush at his ghost armor demon power.

Although there was no shortage of the sword, it was difficult to stop Yan Yu's surging force to contain it, and every round, the sword cultivation of the Cold Light Pavilion could not help but be violently knocked to the ground.

"Don't be violent and condemn the heavenly things, melt the medicine with your strength, and concentrate your mind. Chu Jin patiently reminded Yan Wuyi to act according to the law.

A little bit of pure medicinal power is like a clear spring moistening drought, and in an instant, it is triggered and turned into thousands of meticulous essences, nourishing Yan Wuyi's internal organs, meridians and blood marrow.

There is also a strange momentum that goes straight to the heavenly spirit, which is in harmony with the Danhai Sea, slowly expanding, and extremely wonderful.

The long-dried five orifices frantically absorbed the power of soul-nourishing medicine, giving birth to dots of black spiritual energy.

"If this stalemate continues, it may be unfavorable. The burly warrior's tiger eyes were slightly acute, and he felt quite tricky.

Looking at its formation, the Xun people were troubled by the Yan Skull and the Yin Soldiers, and they could not return to their positions for a long time, if they were delayed by the Yan Skull for some time, the sword formation would be difficult to support.

"This strange yin and evil is made of bad luck, only the blue pupil and bloody eye are its weak end, if you want to break its strength, you must break the situation and stab Yan Skull Du again with extreme speed. ”

Suddenly, a graceful gray-clothed gentleman appeared, with bright eyes and a kind face.

"My subordinates have seen Master Chen!"

The burly warrior was shocked when he heard this, looked at the middle-aged Xiushi who woke him up with that word, and hurriedly said respectfully.

Although the person who came was only a guest who fell home, the comprehension of his formation had already reached the Qingming realm, and he could attract the momentum to form a formation base, and then use the momentum of heaven and earth to form a formation eye, so most of the people who settled down to cultivate the formation Dao went to Tianmu Mountain to find him for advice.

The cultivator of the Formation Dao cultivated his spiritual eyes, and with just a slight sweep, he imprinted the fierce image in front of him in his mind, and gradually peeled off the fog, and he could find a little real opportunity.

"Thank you Master Chen for your teachings, but how can this person who breaks the game get close to the eye of Yan Blind Skull?" the burly martial artist already had a plan in his heart, but he still asked some doubts.

Yan Wu was easily injured by the ghost eyes, Yan Xuan's skeleton had already covered his body with layers of ghost momentum, and although his arms were bound by iron chains, he showed the ability to protect his body.

If anyone dares to approach its ghost body, it is afraid that it will be eroded by the ghost qi and be frustrated by the shock force of the iron arm.

"Then it's up to the game-breaker to respond. Master Chen's face showed deep meaning and looked in the direction where Yan Wuyi was.

The burly warrior understood, looking at the blue-clothed young man sitting on the plate pranayama, although he couldn't bear it, but there was no other way.

Now it is difficult for the three masters of the Hanguang Pavilion to retreat, and the sword array is in a state of collapse, if it is delayed any longer, the formation will be broken and people will die, and the disciples of the fallen family who are gathering the strength of the sword in front of them are afraid of disaster.

One dead, a hundred, the severity of which is obvious.

"Disciple of the Great Luo Sword Pavilion, quickly follow my formation order and stab its blue eyes!" the burly warrior shouted helplessly, and then waved the spirit flag to move the formation.

"Tighten the ghosts, lead the east to the west, and trap the demon with qi!"

In this western formation, only Chu Jin and Yan Wuyi were dressed as disciples of the Great Luo Sword Pavilion.

Chu Jin does not show mountain dew, only Yan Wuyi is a blockbuster, so it is clear who the burly warrior calls.

Chu Jin was slightly shocked when he heard this, and after a little thought, he knew the doorway.

But Yan Wuyi had only escaped with all his strength a moment ago, and now that he had swallowed the Soul Nourishing Pill, he had recovered some of his cultivation, but how could he face the might of Yan Xuan's skeleton.

"I'll go for him!"

As if he had made up his mind, Chu Jin picked up a long sword on the ground and resolutely stepped forward.

He couldn't bear Yan Wuyi to be hit hard again, and was willing to take this risk.

The blood mist is boundless, and the sword aura is swaying.

When everyone heard his domineering voice, they all stared sideways, shocked and suspicious.

"Who is this man, and does he have what it takes to break through the ghosts?"

Doubts rang out, but no one dared to take the initiative to ask for help.

"It's just death, Luo Dabao has a grudge against those two?" The Imperial Array Sword Cultivator whispered, quite a little whispering, obviously not believing that Chu Ji had the ability to pierce the ghost with a sword.

"This young man of the Great Luo Sword Pavilion has no cultivation, so he doesn't practice martial arts?" Chen Shi looked at the void with clear eyes, knowing that although his breath was deep, he had no spiritual charm, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

What's even more weird is that Master Chen can't see through him at all.

"You?"

The burly warrior frowned, but it was not easy to refute it face-to-face.