In the blink of an eye, the old man surnamed Bai had rushed to Bian Qing's eyes, and the poisonous dragon thorn roared like a dragon out of the sea.

Bian Qing didn't dare to collide head-on with the old man surnamed Bai, and Ge Shujian circled circles a few zhang in size and rose into the air again.

The old man surnamed Bai smiled gloomily, and followed closely, the poisonous dragon thorn was like a maggot attached to the bone, less than a zhang away from Bian Qing's back.

Bian Qing waved his left hand forward, and five vitality cushions were born in the air, and he flicked his body, stepping out of these five vitality cushions one after another, and his body was raised hundreds of feet again.

"What a beautiful body!"

The old man surnamed Bai couldn't help but applaud it, the strength of the young man in front of him, he had already figured out that this young man was indeed the peak cultivation of the Yuan Sect Master realm. It's just that his talent is amazing, his martial arts and body are all magical, and he actually has a strength that is not inferior to the high-level of the Yuanwu Monarch Realm.

Bian Qingke didn't want to listen to the old man's praise, he was in mid-air, gritted his teeth, and finally made an amazing decision.

"That's it, Lao Bai, beat this wild bastard down for me, I'm going to skin him and tear him apart, isn't he going to avenge the Tiger Squad. I have long heard that these people have been disarmed and returned to the field, and I will find them one by one, and all their relatives will also be found, and they will be tortured to death one by one!"

Finally free from the threat of death, Wu Huan suddenly came to his senses, and he shouted wildly, full of hatred for Bian Qing.

Bian Qing once again got rid of the pursuit of the old man surnamed Bai, and originally wanted to fly away, and when he had the opportunity in the future, he would kill Wuhuan with his own hands, but who knew that this Wuhuan didn't know what to do, and he wanted to use the lives of the brothers who had returned to the Huben squad to threaten Bian Qing.

Bian Qing's eyes were blood-red, and he almost wanted to go crazy. Reaching out from the invisibility ring, he took the Black Dragon Bow again.

With his bow in his hand, Bian Qing did not hesitate, and once again shot a shower of earth-shattering arrows at the high-level warrior who was desperately wielding the scimitar element weapon under him.

These high-ranking warriors of the Yuanwu Monarch Realm were already on guard, although there were still a few feathered arrows passing through the scimitar gangfeng, but their power was sharply reduced, and even one of them could not be injured.

"Hahaha, you can't help it! I want you to die, go-"

Wu Huan was triumphant, and shouted excitedly again, but his voice stopped abruptly, and a snow-bright five-grade yuan weapon, at some point, pierced his throat fiercely as those feather arrows passed through the sword light and wind.

"Young Master Wuhuan—"

Although the old man surnamed Bai is superb, he can't cross the sky like Bian Qing, so he can only stay below Bian Qing, waiting for him to run out of vitality and fall again.

Unexpectedly, Bian Qing didn't want to avoid himself at all, but to kill Wu Huan.

In the eternal poisonous forest, Bian Qing used this five-grade sword to kill the four-grade Yuan Beast, and now he is even more proficient, and the five-grade sword was shot out by him with the black dragon bow, which only consumed twenty percent of his vitality.

The five-grade Yuan Weapon Flying Sword is the natal Yuan Weapon of the Yuanwu King Realm, coupled with the multiplication effect of the Black Dragon Bow, where is the high-level Gangfeng of the Yuanwu King Realm that can resist.

The rain of arrows that Bian Qing shot just now was completely to cover this Yuan Weapon Flying Sword, since Wuhuan didn't want to live, where would Bian Qing give him another chance.

Wu Huan's qualifications are mediocre, and his uncle who relied on him for most of his cultivation in the Yuanwu Emperor Realm has finally ended his life, and he will no longer bring troubles and troubles to Wu Tongtian, which can be regarded as a good thing.

The wolf-devouring warriors wailed again and again, their mission was to protect the safety of Wuhuan, and now that their master had been killed, even if they escaped this fate, it would be difficult for them to save their lives.

After having no scruples, the warriors no longer guarded, and took out various means to save their lives and fought hard to kill Bian Qing.

The old man surnamed Bai and all the warriors knew it very well in their hearts. If everyone still has a glimmer of life, it is to catch this culprit, for the sake of their fight to the death, the narrow-minded Marshal Wu can at least forgive their families.

The old man surnamed Bai, the poisonous dragon thorn in his hand came out of his hand, and two four-grade yuan weapons, like two poisonous snakes that gave birth to spiritual wisdom, trapped Bian Qing firmly.

After throwing out the blade, the old man surnamed Bai did not relax, exerted his vitality to the tenth realm, and instantly swung out ten poisonous dragon thorns of vitality tens of zhang long in his hand, these huge poisonous dragon thorns were more flexible than those two yuan weapons, and they continued to stab blood holes on Bian Qing's body.

Bian Qing laughed wildly, he even gave up the five-grade yuan weapon, and finally shot Wu Huan, the sworn enemy of the Tiger Ben team. Now, although he has been hit hard by these Yuanwu Monarch Realms one after another, he is still satisfied.

In Bian Qing's heart, except for a few mysteries, there are not many enemies that he wants to get rid of.

In addition to Wu Tongtian's uncle and nephew, there are Ye Junjie's uncle and nephew.

Wu Huan died under his flying sword, and next, there were only three enemies left for him to get rid of, Bian Qing's demon body was strong, although it was the wound left by the Yuanwu Monarch Realm, it still did not affect his actions.

Bian Qing popped out the vitality cushion again, crossed hundreds of zhang, jumped out of the wolf-devouring warrior's Gangfeng encirclement, and went straight to the direction of the misty jungle.

"Chase!"

The old man surnamed Bai roared angrily and took the lead in chasing out. The six high-ranking warriors of the Yuan Martial Monarch Realm, who were lightly injured, also followed, and without sparing the vitality in their bodies, they desperately rushed to the young man who was speeding forward.

At this moment, the rainstorm weather that was still thundering just now, suddenly the clouds and fog dispersed, revealing a clear sky, and a brilliant rainbow lay in the sky, marking Bian Qing's blood-colored figure clearly.

Although Bian Qing's speed is fast, after all, he only has the peak cultivation of the Yuan Grandmaster Realm, and compared with the peak of the Yuan Wujun Realm, there is still an obvious gap.

"Where's that wild bastard?!"

Bian Qing had just escaped dozens of miles, and he was still more than ten miles away from the misty jungle, and when he returned to the heart ridge, there was a sudden earth-shattering roar.

Chagan, who was missing a left hand, finally came to Huixin Ridge at some point. This deputy general of the Yuanwu King Realm, looking around, the blood of the wolf-devouring warriors was flowing all over the ground, most of them were already lying on the spot, and only seven or eight were seriously injured and sitting on the ground, all in embarrassment.

The few remaining samurai were surrounded by a corpse in the middle, the neck of the corpse was half-off, and on the long horse face, a pair of small eyes showed an unbelievable look, and there was no trace of life in the eyes.

"Deputy General Cha, that wild mongrel surnamed Bian is simply a demon, Young Master Wuhuan, he was shot to death with a five-grade flying sword!"

The warriors looked frightened and reported to Chagan in a trembling voice.

The Yuanwu King Realm is the watershed of the Yuanti Martial Dao. Among the major sects, martial arts beings are divided into four realms: acquired, congenital, mysterious, and ascending.

Below the Yuanwu Monarch realm, it is still in the acquired realm; once it is promoted to the Yuanwu King realm, the martial artist not only condenses and crystallizes his vitality, but his body also undergoes tremendous changes. Therefore, it can fly into the sky and the earth, and travel in the air.

Looking at the Yuanqi flying sword at Wu Huan's neck, Cha Gan was also taken aback, although he still didn't know its origin, for some reason, he had an extremely familiar feeling.

Putting away this five-grade flying sword, Cha Gan didn't dare to delay, and after a roar, he sensed the breath of the old man surnamed Bai and others, and flew straight to the direction of Bian Qing's escape.

Yuanwu Wang Realm flew in the air, several times faster than Bian Qing and the others, Bian Qing escaped several miles away, but he didn't expect that Cha Gan, who had lost one of his left hand, had already flown and landed dozens of feet away from the misty jungle, staring at Bian Qing coldly, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

Bian Qing suddenly grinned at Cha Gan, and the Geshu sword in his hand disappeared in a blink of an eye, and then, I saw him pull his body, revealing a body that was full of scars, but there was no blood left.

Bian Qing's actions made the old man surnamed Bai and the warriors stunned, even the well-informed Cha Gan was surprised, and he didn't know what trick this young man wanted to play.

At the moment when Bian Qing was defenseless, but seeing him jump horizontally in the air, everyone looked up, and a strange scene happened, under the clear sky, the afterglow of dusk was shining, and the rainbow was still hanging high, but the young man they were chasing disappeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

"Occultity!"

Cha Gan roared angrily, and immediately unleashed his divine sense and searched around.

The divine sense of the Yuanwu King Realm has begun to possess the power of the divine soul, and it is naturally a hundred times sharper than the Yuanwu King Realm, however, no matter how Cha Gan searches, he can't find a trace of Bian Qing's breath.

"Bai Sheng, you guys get out of ten miles for me. ”

Cha Gan jumped like thunder, but he was not at a loss, his mind moved, and a delicate flying knife with the thickness of a finger flew into his hand at the dantian.

The flying knife was in his hand, and Cha Gan had words in his mouth, and after the old man surnamed Bai took the other warriors and withdrew a few miles away according to his words, the flying knife turned into thousands of identical willow leaf flying knives in the blink of an eye.

Cha Gan closed his eyes, and at the moment when he closed his eyes, those flying knives scattered out in all directions, within a radius of several miles, all under the cover of these flying knives, the flying knives roared, traveling in all directions, and where they passed, even a small grass that was an inch long was cut into several pieces.

Cha Gan kept putting away the Natal Flying Knife, and approached the misty jungle step by step, leaving behind a barren area where he passed.

Finally, a flying knife brought out a string of blood beads a few feet away from the misty jungle, and at the moment when the blood beads appeared, Cha Gan roared angrily and shot the flying knives towards the place where the blood beads appeared like a torrential rain. (To be continued.) )