The undead are ghostly, and there is only a trace of killing obsession left in the Dao, and the yin spirits supported by the obsession of killing surge wildly, frantically attacking the Nine Infants.

Even if these undead have died once, they still have the tragic state before death, or cut their throats, or pierce their hearts, or gouge out their eyes and split their corpses, all kinds of miserable appearances make people's hearts chill even if they look at them, not to mention fighting with these things, even if their strength is not high, most of them are in the realm of martial arts and martial spirits, but the number is huge.

With the attack of these undead, Jiu Ying has no choice, life and death, and must fight a bloody way.

The persecution of the desperate situation made Jiuying's ferocity suddenly occur, he was born to kill, and now the killing is coming to him, killing is killing to killing, who can be better?

"The undead dare to challenge the majesty of this seat!!"

The Nine Babies roared angrily, and the boundless yin and evil blood qi gathered up, and at the same time, between the nine strange swings, countless dragon heads were conjured, competing to swing, and one after another attacks burst out from their mouths.

Or water arrows, or fire fists, or demon beast seals....

All kinds of powerful power swept straight towards these undead, and Jiu Ying even endured the suppression in his heart, and most of the attacks went straight to Jun Yi, obviously, as long as Jun Yi was killed, all these troubles would be over.

In the face of the all-out offensive of this mid-stage martial arts powerhouse, the surrounding martial artists all watched intently, although the environment they were in now was extremely bad, but this once-in-a-century battle could not be abandoned no matter what.

Jun Yi saw that this figure did not move, and even his face did not change in the slightest.

"Whew!Whew!"

Seeing that this attack was approaching, the sound of galloping came one after another, but when he saw the undead gathered together, they all stood in front of Jun Yi, looking at the nine babies who were a little crazy at this time.

"Hum..."

A shudder came, but he saw the undead in front of Jun Yi move in unison, and the movements in his hands were unified, forming mysterious gestures, and at the same time, the undead aura on everyone's bodies also began to unify, as if a person had made a move, and pushed forward violently, and a giant door carved with the appearance of a skeleton appeared in front of everyone.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The wind chimes on both sides of the giant gate swayed, making a crisp bell, but at this time, no matter how it sounded, it seemed a little eerie, more like an ultimatum to urge life.

"Boom!!"

The Nine Infants' offensive swept through, bombarding the giant gate fiercely, and a gloomy aura turbulent.

"Shhhhh

When they saw the situation in front of them, all the martial artists in the field gasped, and the attack of the Nine Babies failed to shake the undead in the slightest, but only destroyed the giant gate.

Such a scene, everyone couldn't believe it, Jiu Ying was even more shocked in his heart, he himself knew the power of this move, but he didn't expect that it didn't cause the slightest harm to Jun Yi.

"The suppression of this yin qi is too powerful, and it is enough to make up for the gap in the realm. ”

While dealing with the attacks of the surrounding undead, Jiu Ying thought in his heart, stared at Jun Yi in the darkness, and muttered: "But if you want to use such a strange hole card, this kid will definitely not last long." ”

"It's just that there are still people up there eyeing ....."

Wu Qiuming looked at the changes in the underground ruins, indifferent, but the killing intent in his eyes became more and more vigorous.

Strange boy, strange old man, strange means, strong strength, this combination can't help but make him vigilant, if he can become friends, it would be great, but the goal of both sides is the soul of the nine infants, and such a proud teenager, this idea can only be stopped.

Since this is the case, then there is only one way to make a move, and never suffer from future troubles.

As soon as he thought of this, Wu Qiuming did not hesitate any longer, the power on his body suddenly exploded, and he took a step forward slightly, but this step suddenly appeared more than ten steps away, but at this time, he could not move forward.

"Either look, or... Die!!"

Mo Yiqian faced Wu Qiuming's strange aura swirling around him, the red big knife in his hand was cold, and the momentum of the two of them shook violently.

"It's been a long time since anyone has spoken to me like that. ”

Wu Qiuming muttered to himself softly, his face was expressionless, his long sleeves fluttered as he spoke, and a terrifying spiritual power fluctuation spread out from his body, and in an instant, the space oscillated, distorted and changed.

At the same time, a big knife appeared in Wu Qiuming's hand, and the surrounding space shook, and the faces of the onlookers were shocked, Wu Qiuming's strength was already so strong that he could affect the majestic aura of heaven and earth between his gestures, and even the yin and dead qi in this space had changed a little.

"Is Beicang the number one master?"

Jun Yi looked up at Wu Qiuming and groaned softly, but he didn't have too much worry, he was even more confident in Mo Yiqian's strength, but his face was slightly pale, his eyes wandered, he looked at Jiuying, and said in a deep voice: "It's still too difficult to use the power of the ghost tomb, and the news of the birth of the Jiuying soul comes out, more masters will definitely come, let's fight quickly." ”

Jun Yi can think that Mo Yiqian is naturally not stupid, drag it down and wait for the strong to come, and he and the others will probably be the target of the public.

"Interesting, the number one master of Beicang, I also want to see it. ”

Mo Yiqian let out a low snort, his face was cold and solemn, and as he spoke, majestic spiritual power gushed out, and fiercely shrouded Wu Qiuming, and the whole person's body suddenly dissipated when he swung the knife.

"So fast!"

Seeing this, Wu Qiuming's eyes froze, and he raised his knife to slash.

"Bang!"

With Wu Qiuming's movements, a crisp voice came, and the majestic power cracked and resounded through the heavens and the earth, but seeing that Mo Yiqian had already bullied forward, the battle intent in his cloudy eyes was boiling.

"Go back. ”

Wu Qiuming drank coldly in his mouth, and suddenly the monstrous spiritual power came out violently, gathering towards the big knife in his hand, even if it was a dark space that had been shrouded, it flashed cold in this moment, and blasted towards Lao Mo, this blow seemed to split the heaven and earth, unmatched.

"Knife Momentum!"

The crowd couldn't help but exclaim when they saw this, potential, this is a sign of breaking through the martial arts and strong, only by comprehending the potential can we break through the shackles of the martial spirit realm and achieve the martial arts, but this is this step, I don't know how many martial artists will not be able to comprehend it in their lifetime, and stop here.

Seeing Wu Qiuming's move at close range, many martial artists were thoughtful, and some felt that they could be caught, but they seemed to be ethereal and unpredictable.

"That's not enough!"

Mo Yiqian shouted loudly in his mouth, and a thick and majestic feeling emanated from his body, at this moment, Lao Mo's not tall body was like a mountain that suppressed heaven and earth, tall and heavy, unshakable, and the red blade in his hand was even more fierce and roaring, as if it could burn everything.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

In mid-air, the powerful offensive of the two broke out in an instant, and such a terrifying bombardment suddenly set off monstrous ripples, shaking the surrounding warriors back, and even more so, they were directly shocked by this power and fell unconscious.

"Whew!"

Such an attack made many people gasp, looking at the fierce momentum that was overwhelming in the air at this time, their eyes were all shocked.

In the air, Mo Yiqian galloped out, and Wu Qiuming followed closely behind him, the long knife in his hand was domineering and bloody, and the awe-inspiring power locked on Mo Yiqian, not ready to give Mo Yiqian time to breathe.

"Bang!"

Mo Yiqian met each other with a red blade, and the earth-shattering noise suddenly broke out, and both of them staggered back unconsciously, and their bodies shook slightly, which shows that the strength of these two people is a little similar.

The battle of the martial arts and the strong was already turbulent, but at this time, the appearance of the two evenly matched shocked everyone's hearts, Wu Qiuming, the first master of the Beicang Continent, this strange old man was on par with Wu Qiuming, for a while, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and their thoughts were different.

"Your Excellency is outstanding, and you are by no means an unknown person who dares to ask your name. ”

Wu Qiuming looked at Mo Yiqian with a lot of thoughts, and the life span of a martial artist is long, but he knows a little about the old monsters who are not born in the Beicang Continent, but there is no such person in his memory, but if this person is from above, this matter is a bit big.

"The people of the mountains and wilderness are just servants under the son, so how to talk about fame. ”

Mo Yiqian's eyes were indifferent, and his tone was flat and calm.

"Oh?"

Wu Qiuming's eyes flashed, his heart shook, the servant, a strong man who was almost the same as his own strength actually claimed to be the servant of that kid, and there was not the slightest dissatisfaction in his expression, and he even had some honor, this subtle change was enough to make him jealous, but the Nine Infant Soul was very important, and there was no choice in this matter.

"Since Your Excellency doesn't want to say more, then Wu Qiuming has no choice but to force you to say it. ”

Wu Qiuming's dantian sank, the lotus flower danced lightly in the sea of qi, and a strange fluctuation slowly spread out from his body, which actually had some momentum to hook the heavens and the earth, and the whole person became fantastic, ethereal and ethereal.

"You've already come into contact with the realm of martial arts..."

Mo Yiqian's eyes flashed when he saw this, and his body suddenly tensed.

This word came out lightly, Lao Mo's voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the sky, and all the martial artists who heard this were all wide-eyed, their bodies trembled, and their eyes were so hot that they even melted Wu Qiuming completely.

"He... What did he say?"

"It seems to be Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu..."

"Lord Wu Qiuming has already touched the realm of martial arts!!"

Everyone almost couldn't believe their ears, the realm of martial arts, the realm that no one in the Beicang Continent has reached now, for them this is the realm of legends, another heaven and earth.

"The realm of martial arts is ethereal, even I have only comprehended the surface, but against you, I think it is enough. ”

Wu Qiuming's voice was indifferent, but there was an unattainable arrogance and confidence in his tone, until he came into contact with this realm, he knew that this realm was profound and powerful, although there was only a trace of it, it was enough.

Everyone held their breath and stared at Wu Qiuming excitedly, wanting to learn a trace of fur from it, about the fur of the martial realm, this is a real opportunity that cannot be found.

"Hahaha, old man Wu, you are becoming more and more arrogant now. ”

At this moment, an arrogant laughter came, followed by a powerful might, a sharp and incomparable sword intent instantly swept the audience, causing everyone's eyes to converge.

No one arrived, but this sword intent actually pierced everyone's skin and hurt.