A silver arrow shot straight from behind Ye Junlin, and there seemed to be a faint sound of thunder.

Ye Junlin only heard the sound of whistling in his ears, and before he had time to think, his body suddenly jumped to the side, dodging this dark arrow.

"Ding!"

The silver arrow landed on a wall, instantly leaving a huge crater.

Ye Junlin turned his head and looked behind him with a cold look in his eyes.

A middle-aged man dressed in red brocade, holding a silver bow, like a sculpture, stood behind Ye Junlin.

The middle-aged man looks very ordinary, so ordinary that he can hardly find a trace of obvious characteristics. Such a face, even if it is wanted, will not be noticed.

The middle-aged man's name is 'Murong Mingcheng', the peak of the cultivator, he is the eldest son of the sect master of Ziyunhai 'Murong Yelun', the third elder of Ziyunhai, and is in charge of finance.

But such an ordinary-looking person is extremely unwilling to be ordinary. Murong Mingcheng was well-known in the Purple Cloud Sea as 'competitive', this was the case when he was young, and it was also the case when he was not confused.

Among the five candidates for the twelfth generation sect master of the Purple Cloud Sea, he was the most active.

Murong Mingcheng looked at Ye Junlin, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. It's like a highly poisonous five-step snake, eager to swallow Ye Junlin in one bite.

"God help me, kill you, my odds are a little better. Murong Mingcheng said, and the silver bow in his hand was equipped with a silver arrow that had been silver, and there were two crimson runes pasted on the arrow.

"Flame Blast!"

Murong Mingcheng let out a loud shout, the bowstring on his index finger suddenly loosened, and the silver arrow roared towards Ye Junlin.

"Boom!"

The two crimson runes on the arrow suddenly exploded when they were three meters away from Ye Jun's approach.

The silver arrow suddenly burst into flames. The arrows that flew like the wind, carrying this flame, came to Ye Junlin's side in an instant.

"Netherworld Armor!"

Ye Junlin let out a low snort, and the colorful Xuan Qi on his body surged again. Xuan Qi constantly surrounded Ye Junlin's body, and finally formed a set of colorful armor, protecting Ye Junlin in it.

"Boom!"

The flaming arrows slammed into Ye Junlin's armor and exploded in an instant.

Smoke and dust rose from the sky, obscuring everyone's view.

"You should be dead now, right?" Murong Mingcheng's face was filled with a smug expression, and he turned around to leave.

He is very confident in his attack.

In the thick smoke, a teenager suddenly jumped up in anger. The young man was dressed in colorful armor, purple mist surging on his legs, and a long sword in his hand was like a long dragon like a flame, which was slashed down in an instant.

Murong Mingcheng's face showed a trace of consternation, but this trace of consternation was fleeting.

"There are two moments!" Murong Mingcheng laughed, and a faint purple mist covered his whole body.

Ye Junlin's attack was fierce and fast, but such a swift attack still pounced.

Just when Ye Junlin's flame giant sword was about to slash at Murong Mingcheng's body, Murong Mingcheng suddenly disappeared in place.

"Boom!"

The Flame Greatsword slashed into the ground, instantly smashing into a huge deep pit, and angry flames were released from the 'Red Flame Sword', turning the surroundings into a sea of fire.

"Damn!" Ye Junlin scolded.

A thin purple mist appeared beside Jin Wu. Immediately after, Murong Mingcheng's figure flashed out of the purple mist.

"Jin Lao, it's okay. Murong Mingcheng helped Jin Wu up and asked.

"Thanks to the timely arrival of the eldest son, otherwise my old bones would have to be confessed here. Jin Wu said fearfully.

"This kid, he really can't stay, if he becomes the personal disciple of 'Guan Ping', the consequences will be unimaginable. Murong Mingcheng said, his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Eldest son, I'm here to protect you, and you're here to kill him. Jin Wu said.

"Okay!" Murong Mingcheng was also unambiguous, and three more silver arrows instantly appeared in his hand.

I saw that the three arrows were pasted with brown, yellow, and blue runes respectively.

Ye Junlin's expression became awe-inspiring, his eyes were fixed on Murong Mingcheng, and the 'Red Flame Sword' in his hand was held tighter by him.

There seemed to be a hint of fear in him.

"Jian Yi, Breaking the Wind!"

Ye Junlin swung out a sword, and then jumped up suddenly, and the flame giant sword slashed towards Murong Mingcheng.

A martial artist like Murong Mingcheng, who is good at using long-range weapons, is generally weak in close combat. So as long as you are in close combat, the probability of winning will become very large, so Ye Junlin chose to fight with him in close combat.

But Ye Junlin ignored one point, this kind of martial artist who is good at long-range combat often cultivates an extremely high-end 'body technique' in order to escape the attack of melee martial artists.

Just as the 'Breaking Wind Style' advanced in front of Murong Mingcheng like a red Lang flower, the light purple mist once again enveloped Murong Mingcheng's body.

In the next moment, Murong Mingcheng disappeared with Jin Wu.

"Boom!"

The 'Breaking Wind' finally hit a building. At that moment, the tall building collapsed and flames broke out.

"It's such a powerful mystical skill! It's almost up to the 'Yellow Rank Upper Grade'. Murong Mingcheng's voice came from behind Ye Junlin's side.

Ye Junlin was startled and quickly turned around.

A silver arrow wrapped in yellow runes, I don't know when it was shot, actually came in front of him in an instant.

"Netherworld Armor!"

Ye Junlin gathered all the Xuan Qi in his body on the colorful Xuan Armor, hoping to block Murong Mingcheng's attack.

"Boom!"

The arrow shot at the colorful armor, only to dent the armor a few points, and then only heard the sound of "jingling", and then fell to the ground.

Ye Junlin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was okay.

But at this moment, the arrow on the ground made a 'crackling' sound.

Ye Junlin hurriedly lowered his head and looked, only to see that on the silver arrow lying at his feet, countless tiny yellow thunderbolts appeared.

These tiny yellow thunderbolts, like sparks, instantly formed a prairie fire.

With a flash of light, the yellow rune suddenly burst open, and a huge thunderbolt suddenly engulfed Ye Junlin.

There was a huge explosion of thunder, and Ye Junlin was blown away.

The colorful armor was blown out by the explosion, and small yellow thunderbolts poured into Ye Junlin's body from these damages.

Ye Junlin's whole body was numb, as if there were countless thunder dragons running in his body, so that he couldn't mobilize a trace of mystery.

"Bang!"

Ye Junlin, who flew more than ten meters away in mid-air, fell heavily to the ground.

"Ahh

Ye Junlin let out a pain and struggled to stand up.

Two sharp arrows roared again