Beichen Feng put away the three treasures and jade Ruyi, and a cold light burst out from his eyes, pointing at Yan Chang, Xu Wan'er, and Chu Chun'er: "These three people know that we have obtained the treasure, if it is released, it will be very troublesome, and the most important thing is that there is no one here to ........"

Yan Chang and Xu Wan'er's faces changed again, but they didn't expect Beichen Feng, who was still an ally, to be the first to want to kill them.

"I'll leave first, and these people will be handed over to Brother Bei"

Zhang Haotian put away the treasures and hurriedly ran towards the foot of the mountain, obviously getting two peak immortal magic weapons, he was already very satisfied.

After Beichen Feng saw Zhang Haotian leaving, his eyes looked at Yan Chang and the others.

"The number of dead people under my hands is not million, but hundreds of thousands, I don't mind a few more souls"

Beichen Feng sneered and rushed towards Xu Wan'er, Yan Chang, and Chu Chun'er.

Wen Qingye saw that Xu Wan'er and Yan Chang didn't care, this Chu Chun'er was going to save herself.

"You dare to kill me, I'm the second son of Yanmai."

"My father is an elder of Zhongtianmen"

........

When the two saw Beichen Feng rushing over, they shouted loudly, as if they were going to make a final struggle for themselves.

But Beichen Feng turned a deaf ear, his face was cold, he had seen such a scene thousands of times, but he was still alive and well.

Poof!

Beichen Feng swept away with a sword, and Xu Wan'er couldn't react at all, one arm was cut off, and a large piece of blood mist exploded in the air, and then fell to the ground, life and death uncertain.

Beichen Feng did not hesitate and continued to kill towards Yanchang.

Yan Chang saw the murderous Beichen wind rushing over, his heart was as cold as frost, and his palms trembled because of the murderous aura that was permeating.

Run!

At this moment, there is only one word in his heart, but his speed is comparable to the speed of Beichen Feng.

Yan Chang saw Beichen Feng who was getting closer and closer, and then looked at Chu Chun'er who was at a loss next to him, with a fierce glint in his eyes, he grabbed Chu Chun'er and threw himself towards Yan Chang.

"Bastard!

When Wen Qingye saw this, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly flew towards Chu Chun'er's delicate body, wanting to protect Chu Chun'er, but the speed of Beichen Feng was even faster than Wen Qingye's, and it was ruthless and ruthless.

Poof!

Beichen Feng stabbed with a sword, directly stabbing Chu Chun'er's heart, and it was transparent.

Chu Chun'er's brain was blank, and even when the black sword pierced his heart, she didn't react.

"You too can die"

Beichen Feng saw Wen Qingye, his eyes were full of murderous intent, the long sword in his hand, the black air flow was entangled, with a ruthless ice peak, stabbing towards Wen Qingye's throat.

Beichen Feng had long seen that this Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect was not pleasing to the eye, and this time this Holy Son knew that he had obtained a treasure on his body, if he said it, he would be in trouble, so it was better to kill him here.

Wen Qingye saw the Beichen Wind coming, grabbed Chu Chun'er's body, put him on the ground, and then blasted towards the oncoming Beichen Wind in the sky with one palm.

And in the midst of this lightning and fire, Yan Chang had disappeared into the ancient temple without the slightest stay.

Rumble!

Palm prints and sword rays exploded above the main hall of the temple, and the aftermath seemed to collapse the temple.

Beichen Feng also felt the violent true qi in Wen Qingye's body for the first time, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, this Wu Qiren is definitely a bloodline genius, this true qi is terrifying, Chu Fan and Guan Chen don't know when they will come back, it seems that they are going to fight quickly.

Scold!

Beichen Feng suddenly pulled out another long sword behind his back, and a cold light swept across the ground like a match.

Wen Qingye looked at Beichen Feng, his eyes were extremely cold and ruthless, his hands clenched suddenly, and the true qi in his fists seemed to be pinched and exploded.

An extremely terrifying fluctuation of true qi quietly spread throughout the temple.

If there is a genius who participates in the blood clan territory here at this time, his face will definitely change drastically.

Black light appeared between heaven and earth, and the throbbing true qi began to sweep towards the surroundings frantically, and hundreds of black qi rays rushed towards Wen Qingye frantically.

"Heavenly Demon Soul Chasing Sword!"

A roaring sound like a devil crying resounded between heaven and earth, and the entire temple seemed to fall into darkness, and black waves rolled in from the sky.

The black sword that filled the heavens rushed towards Wen Qingye, and the light was like countless unjust ghosts, crushing down towards Wen Qingye with a devastating voice.

Wen Qingye's eyebrows were also filled with a hint of solemnity, and the true qi was like rivers and lakes pouring out, frantically injected into Wen Qingye's arms.

The next moment, there seemed to be countless icy air currents surging around him.

The center of the icy airflow was glowing with a strange purple light, and the Beichen wind felt a chill in the body, and the cold from the depths of the heart pierced everyone's bone marrow.

I saw that Wen Qingye's arm began to frantically devour the surrounding True Qi, and countless purple True Qi swirled in the center of his index finger, forming a huge whirlpool.

"Taixuan God Finger!

A deep voice sounded in Wen Qingye's heart, and countless purple true qi continued to condense, and then collided violently with the black air flow above.

Wen Qingye gritted his teeth and used the last move of the Taixuan Divine Finger, which was also the strongest move.

Whoop!

The sword light that was constantly stirring up was like remnant snow encountering lava, and it dissipated cleanly in an instant.

In less than a moment, the gloomy sky became bright and transparent.

"Give me death!"

Beichen Feng's eyes were full of killing intent to the substance, and with a loud shout, the countless black airflows above the sky began to converge wildly, and then continued to transform.

Under the ancient sunlight shining through the window, a huge black figure emerged, as if a heavenly demon had descended and begun to slaughter the world.

The black figure carried the fist mark of the thunderous momentum, and the speed was as fast as the wind, and it rushed directly over.

Rumble!

At the moment when the two collided, the top of the temple was directly washed open, and the surrounding walls were also scattered and cracked, the only thing that remained unchanged was the Buddha statue, Arhat statue, incense burner, and other decorations in the temple.

The ancient temple was exposed in the middle of heaven and earth.

The terrifying collision suddenly erupted in the sky, and the purple-gold true qi and the black true qi each occupied one side, as if they both wanted to completely wipe out the other.

The air around them made a trembling sound, and it made people's hearts beat.

Click! Click! Click!

After continuing for a while, Wen Qingye felt as if his arm was unconscious, and hurriedly retreated to the rear.

"Wu Qiren, spare your life this time, remember next time, don't be arrogant"

Beichen Feng also clenched his teeth, and then swung the long sword in his hand, and the stalemate true qi between the two was directly dispersed in the air by him, and his body also used the power of this counterattack to leave in the distance.

An explosion centered on the ground where Wen Qingye was located, and went towards the crazy fluctuations around him, and everyone saw a mushroom cloud rising into the sky, stirring boundlessly.

Beichen Feng's figure suddenly dissipated in the aftermath, annihilated by the violent true qi, and disappeared from Wen Qingye's sight at once.

The blood on Wen Qingye's fingers continued to flow, his eyes staring into the distance, he knew that if it weren't for the fear of this Beichen wind, this battle might not end so easily.

"Ahem, ahem... Ahem"

At this time, a coughing sound sounded, and Wen Qingye hurriedly walked to Chu Chun'er's side

(End of chapter)