A high mountain, towering between heaven and earth, and then, like a sharp sword, splitting it in the middle, an extremely narrow valley mouth appeared before the world.

The mighty 'Flying Bear Army' lined up and slowly marched towards the valley. Song Jinghong walked at the front of the team, and Yun Zhenyu was at the back of the team. The younger generation, such as Yun Feng and Ye Junlin, were in the center of the team.

The group walked very slowly, because of the narrow canyon, only one rider was allowed to pass through. Song Jinghong, who was at the front, had already walked several miles, but Yun Zhenyu at the back did not move at all.

Ye Junlin rode on the body of the White Wolf King, his expression indifferent. However, the White Wolf King was full of expectations: after Shan Jianyun's death, his spirit beast 'Earth Splitting Elephant' did not survive.

The 'Flying Bear Army' dissected the body of the 'Earth Splitting Elephant', and the Beast Pill was put away by Ye Junlin.

Ye Junlin patted the head of the White Wolf King, with an indifferent expression: "Gluttonous wolf, when you get to the city, the beast pill will naturally be yours." ”

The White Wolf King arched his head, as if he was currying favor with Ye Junlin, and his appearance was quite funny.

Ye Junlin's hand was holding a book, there was no doubt that it was "Proud Sword Technique", he looked at it intently, occasionally raised his head, and looked at the line of sky above his head, always feeling a little uneasy.

In early summer, the warm breeze makes people sleep, and the sky is drunk for thousands of miles.

The 'Flying Bears', one by one, rode on their mighty mounts, wrestling with their eyelids and not letting themselves fall asleep

The group drifted away, and after two hours, they reached the center of the canyon.

The sun was completely out of sight, and the only light was the sky overhead.

"Boom—"

The cliffs on both sides of the canyon suddenly trembled violently, as if something heavy was being moved.

Song Jinghong's face changed drastically, he drew his sword, and ordered the team to speed forward.

But how fast can you do it? How fast can you get past the boulders that have tumbled down the cliff?

Countless boulders, like dense raindrops, fell 'boom', and the location where they fell happened to be where Ye Junlin, Yun Feng and the others passed by.

This is definitely not an accident.

Ye Junlin raised his head slightly, glanced at the boulder that fell like a fallen leaf, and frowned slightly. He was very upset because the falling of these boulders disturbed him from reading.

The spatial ring on his finger flickered, and the Red Flame Sword appeared on his hand like a giant dragon with flickering flames. Ye Junlin gritted his steel teeth angrily, and swung several swords at those boulders one after another.

Several strands of crimson flames, wrapped in endless sword qi, surged towards those boulders.

Those boulders became as fragile as glass in front of the flame fine.

The flames were criss-free and horizontal, and the moment they touched the fine Lang, they were torn into several small pieces of gravel and slowly fell

"Ping Pong"

The armor of the warriors of the 'Flying Bear Army' resounded like a banging pot and bowl, but it did not cause them any damage.

Song Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and then looked towards the top of the cliff with a solemn face.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, countless arrows, like locusts in the sky, flew down again.

Ye Junlin's brows condensed into the word 'Chuan', and there was a murderous aura overflowing in his eyes. Apparently, he was already angry.

The "Proud Sword Technique" was taken back into the space ring by him, and on his left hand, the dark blue light instantly bloomed. The blue light was very deep, giving people a great sense of oppression, as if the light cluster in Ye Junlin's hand was a lake, a big river, or even a vast ocean.

"Earth Spring Technique!"

Ye Junlin's lips opened slightly, and the dark blue light in his hand suddenly threw to the ground.

In an instant, the earth shook violently.

Several clear springs sprung up from the place where the blue light fell. They are like teenagers who do not succumb to fate, desperately rising upward, and in the process, the clear spring suddenly becomes larger and more violent.

Eventually, by the time they came into contact with the arrows, they had turned into a waterfall.

The speed of the arrow is extremely fast and the momentum is very strong. But compared to those clear springs, they seem to be a little inadequate. When the arrow touched the spring, it was instantly bounced away, and finally flew upside down along with the waterfall.

"Ahh

On the top of the cliff, there was a scream, apparently someone had been shot by his own arrow.

On Ye Junlin's back, the purple wings slowly opened, he clenched the Red Flame Sword, and the whole person flew towards the top of the cliff like a meteor

Yun Feng looked at Ye Junlin and shook his head helplessly.

On top of the cliff, several mercenaries lay on the ground, moaning in pain. Their arms, thighs, and chests were pierced by arrows.

Ye Junlin was like a ghost, suddenly standing on the cliff.

All the mercenaries looked at him in shock, as if they were looking at some god.

The Red Flame Sword was swung out by Ye Junlin heavily, and on the crimson thin Lang, countless sword qi tumbled up.

"Run"

I don't know who roared first, and then, nearly a hundred mercenaries retreated backwards like a backward tide

"Don't run!"

"No one is allowed to run!"

An old man who looked like a leader roared, and several fingers shot out from between his fingers.

These fingers are like fireflies, shining brightly.

However, the warrior who was hit by this finger was instantly pierced through his body, and then fell to the ground, motionless.

Ye Junlin looked at the old man, his brows furrowed slightly, and he always felt that this old man had a sense of déjà vu.

When the old man turned around, Ye Junlin's eyes turned blood-red because he was very excited.

That old man turned out to be the one who had attacked and killed him-'Old Man Zhixuan'.

I haven't seen him for a few months, and the cultivation of 'Finger Xuan Old Man' has also entered the 'Xuan Shi Level'. He looked at Ye Junlin with a slightly surprised expression. He didn't expect that the 'low-level mystic' at the beginning, today's cultivation, had already caught up with him.

"It's really a 'narrow road'. "'Old Man Zhixuan' smiled, no longer chasing those mercenaries who were fleeing in all directions, but walked towards Ye Junlin step by step.

Ye Junlin looked at this 'finger Xuan old man, and he didn't have a good impression in his heart. Therefore, he doesn't plan to talk nonsense with the 'old man Zhixuan', and everything will be seen under his hands.

Ye Junlin let out a loud shout, and the Taotao sword qi jumped out from the martial soul in his hand.

"Sword two, slash souls. ”

As soon as Ye Junlin made a move, it was the most weird and powerful 'soul slaying style'. Several invisible sword qi, like invisible arrows, instantly shot into the sea of consciousness of the 'Finger Xuan Old Man'

"Ahh

In the head of the 'Old Man Zhixuan', there were countless swords in an instant, slashing back and forth, and his entire sea of consciousness seemed to be about to explode.

'Old Man Zhixuan' is constantly rolling on the ground, where is there still a little master image. Seeing the situation, the surrounding mercenaries seemed to be frightened, and they wanted to have two more legs, and flew towards the bottom of the 'Qingxia Mountain' and fled.

Ye Junlin looked at the 'old man of Zhixuan' quietly, did not chase the mercenary, nor did he make any more cruel moves to the old man, just on the side, watching quietly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that looking at a person he hated, the appearance of pain. It's a great pleasure.

'Old Man Zhixuan' rolled back and forth in pain, and all the tiny shoots that had newly grown on the mountain were crushed by him. He clutched his head tightly as if it was going to burst it.

The corners of Ye Junlin's mouth raised a strange smile, and then the Chiyan Sword in his hand was gently raised, resulting in the life of this killer who had been crisscrossing the 'Chixiao Mortal Domain' for ten years