"Hmph!" The Children of the Night's eyes turned cold and disappeared from their place.

Yunchen was startled, the Son of the Night did not disappear, and he was prepared to say that his speed was too fast, so fast that Yunchen's naked eyes could hardly catch his figure for a while.

A wisp of strong wind hit the back of Yunchen's head, and in his line of sight, the middle-aged man was running towards the big bird who had been killed, intending to recapture the five-pointed dragon bow.

"How can it be so fast?" Yunchen was dark, since he was not a middle-aged man, then he must be the child of the night, and there were only a few people in this range. Without thinking, he turned his head sideways and grabbed it backwards with one hand.

Touching his fists, Yunchen staggered forward a few steps, then turned around and looked at the sneering Child of the Night.

"Surprised by my speed?" The Child of the Night saw the surprise in Yunchen's eyes, and he was more satisfied with this, although he had seen this kind of look a lot.

"In the past, most of my opponents would have this kind of look at the beginning, and then, they died!"

After saying this, the Child of the Night turned into a vague shadow and disappeared, suddenly appeared in front of Yunchen, and slashed at Yunchen's neck with a palm.

The palm of his hand cut out a strong wind, and no one doubted that if this palm was implemented, Yunchen's head would fly.

The speed of the Child of the Night is fast enough, but Yunchen's reaction is also not slow, and at the same time as he dodges away, he slappes one hand from the bottom up, slapping the palm cut by the Child of the Night.

Syllable!

The two of them slapped each other, and the Nightchild's palm was slapped upward.

"It's a lot of strength, but it's just a brute!" said the Child of the Night, and then turned and ran.

He was not afraid of Yunchen, but the middle-aged man had already rushed to the side of several of his entourage, about to grab the bow. He wanted to stop the middle-aged man, if the five-pointed dragon bow fell back into the hands of the people in the temple, it would be difficult to do it again.

Almost at the same time as the Children of the Night moved, Yunchen also moved, and his target was naturally the five-pointed dragon bow.

"Throw it over!" the Child of the Night shouted at his follower, not approaching the middle-aged man.

"Don't think!" the middle-aged man danced the long, cumbersome chains in his hands like silver snakes, and swept the bodies of the two retinues who stood in his way, and pounced on the other two retinues who were carrying the five-pointed dragon bow together.

The Child of the Night miscalculated, not everyone has the same strength as people like him and Yunchen, the five-pointed dragon bow is made of heavy material, and ordinary people can't move it, his entourage has to cooperate to pick it up, and how far can it be thrown?

"Hmph!" the middle-aged man threw out the iron chain wrapped around the bow, and with a single pull, the followers of the Children of the Night were no longer able to hold the five-pointed dragon bow, allowing the five-pointed dragon bow to fall back to the ground. He flew straight up again, and kicked the two attendants far away with his feet.

"Bow guard!" The middle-aged man picked up the five-pointed dragon bow, cautiously glanced at the children of the night and Yunchen who had rushed over, and shouted at the people of the temple.

"How can it be that easy?" said the Children of the Night, as he sprinted through the skin around his waist and threw out a handful of black mush.

Yunchen turned halfway through, swept towards the big bird he had killed, and pulled out a dark red arrow.

"Gold-eating ants! it's disgusting!" the middle-aged man's sharp eyes saw the face of the black slimy things scattered over, and hurriedly retreated.

Gold-eating ants are unique creatures that inhabit several ancient battlefields, mainly feeding on those corrosive weapons, hence the name gold-eating ants. Although they are called gold-eating ants, when they are hungry, no matter what it is, they will eat it if they can gnaw it, and the countless corpses in the depths of the ancient battlefield are their biggest source of food, and because of this, gold-eating ants are regarded as hoodoos.

The middle-aged man dodged, and the next moment, the Child of the Night had rushed in front of him, holding the bow. Yunchen also rushed over at this time and kicked at the middle-aged man.

As for the people of the temple who wanted to surround them, when they saw the three of them fighting together, they began to stop again.

The name of the Children of the Night is there, and there are few people who can really not be afraid. Yunchen has been hunted down by temples and barbarians these days, and his strength is obvious to all. The middle-aged man is even more legendary.

Who would dare to mix in such a battle of characters?

"Spread out with the brute beasts, surround this place, and you can't get away with one person!" someone ordered, although he had enough confidence in the middle-aged man, but this time the opponents were the children of the night and Yunchen, both of whom were not ordinary people. The five-pointed dragon bow cannot be lost, even if Yunchen and the Children of the Night can't win the five-horned dragon bow, these two people must stay here, because this kind of person is too dangerous, and if they can solve it, they must not be given the slightest chance.

"Child of the Night, since you were the one who broke into the Divine Mountain and stole the holy relics, then, don't think about leaving today. The middle-aged man held the end of the five-pointed dragon bow and pulled with the son of the night, and suddenly he looked at Yunchen who was waiting to shoot at any time.

"Yunchen, if you help me kill this person, I will ensure that you leave safely!"

Yunchen certainly had a grudge with the temple because of the matter of the Rain Valley Department, but in contrast, the middle-aged man cared more about the child of the night. Over the years, the Children of the Night have caused panic on the temple side, and this person has long been on the temple's blacklist.

"Hehe, I know something about you! The five-pointed dragon bow was taken from my brother who is not a weapon, because he is not as good as others, I have nothing to say......" The Child of the Night looked at Yunchen and changed his words, "However, you have offended the people of the Rain Valley Division, the Rain Valley Department has a lot of power in the temple, do you think they can really let you go?" I know that you are a capable person, it is not a problem for you and me to join forces to seize the treasure bow and kill all the people here!"

Although the son of the night only briefly exchanged hands with Yunchen, he already knew Yunchen's strength in his heart, this person was definitely a good hand that was not weaker than him, and he could only win over at this time.

"Give me something!" Yunchen didn't respond to anyone, but reached out and grabbed the bow.

"Then each depends on his ability!" The Child of the Night was sure in his heart, although Yunchen did not agree to cooperate with him, he did not choose to stand on the side of the middle-aged man, such a result was not bad.

He let go of the five-pointed dragon bow and attacked the middle-aged man. Yunchen snatched the bow, the middle-aged man would definitely not let go, after all, the arrow was on Yunchen's body, if Yunchen got the five-pointed dragon bow again, it would be a great threat to anyone. At this time, taking advantage of the two sides to contain each other, no matter who takes the opportunity to solve it, it is a good thing.

At this time, in the August Pond Ancient Land, the two of them were sitting in the air, watching the battle between the three of Yunchen outside.

The middle-aged scribe dressed in a moon-white robe chuckled and said, "Five-Horned Dragon Bow! We have sent people out many times to get this thing, but we have always returned in vain, but today this treasure has been delivered to the door!"

Another man in a green shirt looked extraordinary, his expression was not angry and arrogant, and after looking at it for a while, he said softly: "Those people are not easy to deal with, unless they dare to come in." ”

The middle-aged scribe turned his head sideways and chuckled, "Do you think they have the guts to come in with something?"

The man in the green shirt shook his head and laughed at himself: "It's like we won't go out easily." ”

It's just so strange, the monks in the August Pond Ancient Land never leave the Ancient Land easily, and after leaving the Ancient Land, they will lose their mana just like ordinary people. And the people outside will never easily enter the ancient land, and the monks in the ancient land have unimaginable power.

For a long time, the monks in the ancient land and the people outside the ancient land were quite resentful, and although there was cooperation from time to time, the relationship was never very good.

"Don't fight the idea of our temple relics!" With a shout, an old man in a gray robe stepped into the air and walked beside the two of them, glaring at them with horizontal eyebrows.

The middle-aged scribe turned to the gray-robed old man and said, "Young man, we just have this idea, and we haven't taken action yet, some ideas are nothing, right?"

A middle-aged man calls an old man to be a young man, this scene seems a little weird, in fact, the middle-aged scribe does live longer than the gray-robed old man, but the years have not left too many traces on him.

"It's not okay to have this thought, it's disrespectful to the holy relics!" the old man in the helmet reprimanded coldly, ignoring the smile on the face of the middle-aged scribe, and did not give face at all.

"Are your fists big?" The middle-aged scribe still had a smile on his face, but his eyes suddenly turned cold, piercing the gray-robed old man's face like a needle.

"I'm going to move this five-horned dragon bow today!"

"Smack!"

The middle-aged scribe clapped his palms, and not long after, a strong man with a naked upper body rushed to the ground carrying a man-high mace.

"Master, what do you command?" the strong man asked as he walked to the middle-aged scribe sitting in the air, and asked with his face up.

"Da Zhuang, do you see it, the bow outside looks good for the teacher, you go and get it for the teacher!"

"Wrap it on Da Zhuang, I'll get it for you right away!" Da Zhuang patted his chest and rattled, and then strode outside.

"You dare?!" the gray-robed old man shouted angrily, his palm spread out, and a silver ball of energy condensed and blasted towards Da Zhuang.

"Hmph!" the middle-aged scribe only snorted slightly, and the silver energy ball that had already hit the middle exploded.

"In front of me, you dare to make a move?" The middle-aged scribe looked at the gray-robed old man sarcastically, a weak man who was just at ease, daring to shoot at his apprentice in front of him, if he didn't have any concerns, he would want to kill this person directly.

"If you dare to fight the idea of the holy relic, even if it is to pay with my life, I have to stop it!" the gray-robed old man said coldly, his figure disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he had already appeared in front of Da Zhuang's body.

"Master!" Da Zhuang saw the gray-robed old man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and couldn't help but look back at the middle-aged scribe, his realm was one level behind the gray-robed old man, and he had fought in the past, he was not the opponent of the gray-robed old man.

The gray-robed old man made a move at the moment when Da Zhuang turned around and shouted, and slapped Da Zhuang's head with a palm. The gray-robed old man knew very well that if this palm was implemented, Da Zhuang would definitely die, and he would pay the price for it, but he still decided to let Da Zhuang die on the spot.

Da Zhuang is a middle-aged scribe deliberately cultivated in order to fight against people outside, in the ancient land, his strength is mediocre, placed outside the ancient land, it is a sharp blade.

In order to kill the middle-aged scribe's thoughts, the gray-robed old man could only attack to death and kill the arm of Da Zhuang, a middle-aged scribe.

"Really, I won't kill anyone, can't I?" The middle-aged scribe's palm opened slightly, and a huge force moved Da Zhuang away, dodging the fatal blow of the gray-robed old man, and then slapped the gray-robed old man with a palm in the air.

The middle-aged scribe had a murderous intent, and the gap in the realm, this palm completely sealed the possibility of the gray-robed old man dodging.

"Daoist friends want to recreate the scene of the battle a hundred years ago?" A streamer of light swept by, shaking away the palm slapped by the middle-aged scribe, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes appeared in front of the gray-robed old man.

Da Zhuang's face was honest and clever, and when the attention of others was not on him, he ran out of smoke and didn't stop until he felt that he could no longer use the slightest bit of cultivation.

"That old man, come out and see that I don't break your ten bones!" the big man turned around and beckoned to the gray-robed old man with a grin.

The gray-robed old man was so angry that he really wanted to run out, but thinking that running out was definitely the consequence of looking for abuse, he had to give up, glared at Da Zhuang fiercely, and simply didn't look over his head, out of sight.

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