In an instant, Yang Chen was surrounded by dozens of people, and the momentum was magnificent, only to see one after another Daoshan powerhouses waving the big knives in their hands, and their power burst out, killing Yang Chen.

Yang Chen only glanced at it a few times, and the cold ice knife in his hand slashed in the direction of an elder rushing in, and along the direction of the blade, one after another ice sharp thorns rose.

The elder couldn't dodge, and one hand was pierced by the cold ice that rose up, and almost instantly, the elder's whole body was frozen.

There was an example, the other elders and disciples did not dare to step forward rashly, after all, no one wanted their lives to be lost here.

"Give it to me!" Besides, the yellow knife at this time snatched a spiritual weapon long knife from the hand of the elder beside him, and walked towards Yang Chen with a menacing attitude.

Yang Chen sneered, and collided directly with the other party with the cold ice knife, but when it came to knife techniques, Yang Chen was far inferior to the yellow knife, after all, he had only comprehended one and a half moves from the cold ice knife.

The yellow knife is different, each swing of the knife has a discipline, unlike Yang Chen who only uses those two moves.

After a few moves, Yang Chen took a few steps back, but a trace of blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth, and after wiping it off, Yang Chen's body was shocked, and fog and thunder poured out of his body.

"Hmph!" Huang Dao snorted coldly, and his body disappeared in front of Yang Chen's eyes like a phantom.

Yang Chen was surprised in his heart, if he guessed correctly, the other party should have used the lock vein to have such a fast speed.

The fog and thunder wrapped Yang Chen's whole body and disappeared in place, and the two began to play an invisible game, as for the other elders and disciples, they could only stand in place and watch, unable to help at all.

Yang Chen kept teleporting with fog and thunder, disappearing in place over and over again, but he couldn't find out where the yellow knife was?

And soon the strength in the body will be exhausted, if you can't find the other party under the premise of the fog and thunder being exhausted, I'm afraid there is only one way to retreat.

It seems that he still underestimated this yellow knife this time, and he can be in the same position as the equator, how can it be a simple role.

Soon the Qilin Three Transformations dissipated, Yang Chen's lips turned white, and his cultivation fell back to the level of the Perfection of the Open Pulse Realm, and the blood and qi in his body were also consumed by the Qilin Three Transformations.

Now that he has lost most of his mobility, he used a trace of fog and thunder to teleport to a hiding place, and Yang Chen hurriedly took out a few pills and took them.

After recovering a little bit of blood, Yang Chen continued to wrap himself in fog and thunder to teleport.

The two fought a war of attrition like this, and neither of them could find each other, and in the end the deadlock was broken by the yellow knife, at this time, the yellow knife's face was pale, and the spiritual power in his body had been almost consumed by the lock vein.

"Elder, take it!" a discerning disciple hurriedly handed over a few recovery pills.

After the yellow knife was hurriedly served, Yang Chen appeared, but this time it appeared directly in front of the yellow knife, and the blade of the cold ice knife in his hand was only an inch away from the yellow knife.

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But at this time, Yang Chen's blade suddenly turned, blocking a long knife that came out from the side.

Standing next to the yellow knife was another old man, with the long knife in his hand full of spiritual power, and his footwork calmly walked towards Yang Chen.

"Something, kid, but you're also at the end of the crossbow. The old man said slowly, the long knife in his hand was terrifying.

Yang Chen frowned, he felt that this old man's strength was extremely strong, I am afraid that it is not lower than the Yellow Knife, and may even be slightly higher than the Yellow Knife.

But if the other party is really stronger than the yellow knife, there is no reason why the equator should not remind himself to pay attention to the other party.

"Since you think so, old man, then come on!" Yang Chen took advantage of the trace of blood recovered from the pill to force out a full of blood.

This time, the old man couldn't help but stop, but he walked towards Yang Chen again, and the aura on his body continued to superimpose.

"Eat me with one move and seven stacks of swords!" As soon as the old man's voice fell, his body suddenly burst up, and he slashed at Yang Chen, with countless powerful knife momentum.

Yang Chen screamed, and the power of his body was injected into the cold ice knife, and a knife slashed out towards the old man in the air, this knife exhausted all the spiritual power in Yang Chen's body, and countless cold qi directly collided with the opponent's knife momentum.

But no matter how strong Yang Chen's cold qi was, in front of the opponent's sword momentum, everything fell with a devastating momentum.

Yang Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was hit by the powerful knife momentum, and he flew upside down, slamming into the trunk of a giant tree.

However, in the next scene, Yang Chen was quite surprised, and the momentum on the old man's body quickly withered and returned to the back of the yellow knife.

At this time, the old man's cultivation was only a section of the Flying Spirit Realm, and the realm was unstable, and there was a faint tendency to regress to the Open Pulse Realm.

Yang Chen laughed out loud at this time, he understood, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he said to the Yellow Dao and the others who came over: "Letting an old man perform that kind of knife technique that forcibly increases his strength is just speeding up his death." ”

As Yang Chen said, the Seven Stacks of Knife Spells would cause incalculable damage to the user, and the old man was not only threatened by the realm, but also his vitality was rapidly depleting.

"Hmph, as long as I can kill you, the things I get are enough to heal him! Yellowknife sneered.

Yang Chen just shook his head, the second stage of the Flying Spirit Realm, that is, the powerhouse of the Yellow Knife stage, he didn't think that the Yellow Knife would create a person who was a threat to him.

"No matter what you think, you're going to die today!" Huang Dao sneered, and came directly to Yang Chen with a long knife, slashing at Yang Chen's head.

But at this time, a hurricane rushed directly with a tiger roar, knocking Huang Dao's body to the ground.

Standing in front of Yang Chen instead was the feather tiger with blood stains on his body, he bent his head slightly and licked Yang Chen's face with his tongue.

Yang Chen smiled helplessly, this guy appeared at a critical moment, but even if Yuhu didn't appear, he wouldn't die here so easily.

And now the other elders and disciples were not in the mood to see Yu Hu and Yang Chen, and they all gathered around Huang Dao, concerned about Huang Dao's injuries.

"Get out of here, kill Yang Chen for me, that tiger, I want him to be my mount!" Huang Dao looked at Yang Chen and Yuhu with scarlet eyes and roared.

One by one, the elders all shouted, and turned around to kill Yang Chen and Yuhu, but just the Yuhu who was fed back after the tribulation was enough to deal with them.

Yuhu let out a tiger roar, causing these elders to cover their ears one after another, and one hurricane after another accompanied Yuhu's palm and swept towards these elders.

Soon these elders were swept over by the hurricane, and they all looked at the feathered tiger standing on the ground in horror.

I'm afraid that they haven't faced such a powerful demon beast yet, so naturally there will be a trace of fear in their hearts.

As for Yang Chen, he staggered to his feet and dragged the cold ice knife towards the yellow knife.

The corners of Huang Dao's mouth twitched, and he also stood up, let out a hideous roar towards Yang Chen, pulled out his long knife and rushed over.

Both of them rushed towards each other frantically, and the two long knives collided fiercely.

However, under the terrifying cold air of the Ice Knife, the long knife in the hand of the Yellow Knife was quickly eroded, and finally it was hit hard by the Ice Knife, and the blade was all shattered, leaving only the hilt.

Huang Dao's body was kicked out by Yang Chen, and he could only look at the handle of the knife in his hand blankly.

"Your life, I'm done!" Yang Chen's body staggered, looking like he was about to fall to the ground.

Hearing this, Huang Dao laughed, wisps of demonic qi came out of his body, Yang Chen's brows furrowed, and the demonic qi in front of him was somewhat familiar.

But before Yang Chen could think about it, the yellow knife was already covered with this strange purple demonic qi and grabbed at his neck.

Yang Chen couldn't dodge it, and was caught, leaving five fingerprints, which made him feel that something was faintly wrong, these five fingerprints actually hurt faintly.

"Hahaha! you damn it, you damn it!" the purple lines on the yellow knife's face spread rapidly.

Yang Chen's brows furrowed, and only then did he remember where he had seen these demonic qi, when he was in the Shenwu Ring, Jun Nihai, who was fighting against Bi Wuzhi, had this kind of demonic qi, and now it seemed that he had the same guess as the Elder Guard.

Huang Dao also cultivated this kind of purple demonic qi technique, which was very weird, making Yang Chen have an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"You're finished!" the yellow knife condensed the purple demonic qi into a long knife in his hand.

At this time, Yang Chen saw this purple demonic qi long knife, but it seemed to see a living thing, which made his heart tremble.

"What the hell is this!" Yang Chen screamed, his blood burst out, and a breath of frost burst out.

But just this Frost Breath, which couldn't even reach half of its usual power, consumed the spiritual power that Yang Chen had finally recovered.

The breath of frost quickly covered the purple demonic qi long knife, but the next scene made Yang Chen completely stunned.

The purple demonic qi long knife seemed to have its own life, and one after another demonic qi drilled out of the knife, directly breaking through the frost condensed by the frost breath.

"Hahaha! With your strength, you want to deal with me, so get out of the way!" Yellowknife sneered.

Yang Chen's brows furrowed, indeed, his current spiritual power has been exhausted, but he still has a lock mark.

Countless life-killing mist rushed out of Yang Chen's body and rushed directly towards the yellow knife.

The Death-Killing Mist is not something that can be solved so easily, even if the purple demonic qi long knife is weird, it is useless.

Yang Chen frowned tightly, how could such a strange demon sect cultivation technique appear in the Shenwu Cultivation Sect.

This matter may have something to do with the outside world, and I don't know if the guard elder told the white-haired old man.

Yang Chen didn't dare to think too much, after all, the matter in front of him had not been completely resolved.

The Deadly Fog did play a role, completely entangling the purple demonic long knife, but the purple demonic energy was also competing with the Deadly Fog.