Wuyang Mountain, even if it is only the periphery, is not like Xisheng Mountain.

The outer area alone here is full of danger, from time to time there are fierce birds and beasts, pythons and poisonous snakes, occasionally strange beasts from the depths of the mountains to the outer area, and it is even rumored that there are monsters that have inadvertently opened the mind.

Those monsters have the innate strong bodies of fierce birds and beasts, and have almost human wisdom, in this mountain forest, if you really want to encounter, sometimes, it is more dangerous than encountering strange beasts.

Therefore, those who dare to enter the periphery of Wuyang Mountain to hunt will not be ordinary hunters, but groups of skin film martial artists, and even strength martial artists, most of the latter are coming for strange beasts or especially precious medicinal materials and fierce beasts.

Qin Ziling naturally wouldn't hunt in groups with people, but during the day, he basically wouldn't go out, not even the divine soul, but hid in a few caves that he had stepped on in advance, quietly waiting for the night to come.

Wuyang Mountain at night, even for the strength martial artist, is extremely dangerous, of course, the strength martial artist also needs to rest.

Therefore, at night, hunters entering the mountain will generally choose a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, set up camp, strictly defend, and wait for the next day when the sky is dawning, and then go out to hunt.

But for Qin Ziling, Wuyang Mountain at night is a paradise for hunting.

He doesn't have to worry about bumping into and alarming other hunters, if he does, it is also suitable for him to dodge and hide in time.

Having cultivated the art of the Divine Soul, he has a natural advantage at night.

Suddenly, Qin Ziling saw a figure running wildly on the snow under the moonlight, and behind him, there were four people following closely behind.

The speed of the five people was very fast, even if the snow was very thick, and ordinary people were afraid that their whole feet would sink into it if they stepped on it, but they were not affected in the slightest.

Qin Ziling, who floated in the air with the body of a divine soul, regarded night as day, he looked from afar, and could see that the feet of the five people were only a little in the snow, and the whole person flew up like an eagle, sliding a distance of seven or eight meters in the air, just like stepping on snow without a trace in the novel.

The most bizarre thing is that the person who is running at the front, once he encounters the forest, the whole person seems to be integrated with the forest, which will make people have a visual illusion and suddenly see others.

It's a pity that the four people behind him followed too closely, and the qi machine had already locked on the person in front, even if he seemed to have a very special ability, he couldn't hide from the sparse forest trees.

Under the moonlight, in the blink of an eye, the five of them had arrived not far away.

Qin Ziling only saw the body and face of the five people clearly at this time, and he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

Those five people, the one who ran in the front was the immortal master he saw in the small building of the main mansion of Xujiabao that night.

That night, he looked like a fairy wind dao bone, but now he was in a cloak with blood stains on his white robe, which looked particularly dazzling in the moonlight.

The four people who were chasing after the Taoist priest, and the two men who ran in front were two particularly tall men, one of whom had a horse face, deep eye sockets, prominent eyebrow bones, and was fifty or sixty years old, and it was also the man Qin Ziling saw that night, Xu Pengkun, the lord of Xu Fort.

The other tall man, about thirty years old, was similar to Xu Pengkun between his eyebrows, and Qin Ziling guessed that he should be the tall man he saw riding on a clouded leopard horse during his first spiritual outing that night.

"Yuanwu!" While galloping, Xu Pengkun suddenly soared into the air like a big bird, and let out a loud shout in his mouth.

The tall man who followed him, Xu Yuanwu, who was the master of the Shaobao, strode forward, slapping his palms towards the sky against the soles of Xu Pengkun's fallen feet.

Suddenly, the wind around him was strong, and Qin Ziling suddenly saw two invisible forces rushing out from Xu Yuanwu's palms, rushing towards Xu Pengkun like a surging wave.

Xu Pengkun was swept away by this "huge wave", and his already fallen body rushed forward again in the air, like an eagle spreading its wings and gliding high in the air, and then swooped down, just in front of the immortal master who was about to plunge headlong into the dense forest.

"Where to go? Ram wood! Xu Pengkun shouted.

"Get out of here!" Seeing that the way was blocked, the immortal master's face changed suddenly, and with a flip of his palm, a green light shot out.

Qin Ziling could see clearly, it was a peachwood sword the size of a dagger.

There are many strange runes engraved on the sword.

As soon as the peachwood sword shot out, it rose in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it turned out to be a three-foot Qingfeng sword.

Under the moonlight, the Qingfeng Sword emitted a turquoise cold light, and the sword head swallowed the sword light, and stabbed Xu Pengkun in the chest with a snort.

Seeing this, Xu Pengkun smiled coldly, the muscles of his right arm squirmed, his qi and blood were surging, there was air flow around his body, and there was a long whip phantom in his palm.

Xu Pengkun's arm shook, and the long whip was like a dragon out of the water, dexterous and fast, and slammed down at the three-foot Qingfeng sword that came like an electric assassination.

"Dang!" The long whip phantom struck the three-foot Qingfeng sword transformed by the peachwood sword, and it actually made a clear sound of gold and iron clashing in the dark night.

As the sound sounded, invisible shockwaves burst out from the point of impact, turning into gusts of hurricanes that rolled up the snow on the ground.

When Qin Ziling saw this scene, his soul couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he hurriedly flew back to a tree farther away and watched from a distance.

The shock wave formed when the long whip phantom and the peachwood sword struck just now fell a little on the divine soul, and it actually made the divine soul feel a trace of pain, as if a person was blown in the face by a biting cold wind.

It is not difficult to imagine that if the long whip and the peachwood sword really want to fall on the body, the spirit will definitely be uncomfortable.

"The phantom of the long whip should be transformed by strength, and it can transform its strength into a form to kill the enemy, and it is varied, it should be at least the realm of strength. The peachwood sword turned into a three-foot Qingfeng sword, and it can even be controlled out of the body, it should be the Taoist sword's sword-fighting technique. Sure enough, although the Divine Soul Technique is extremely mysterious and weird, formless and substantial, if it is really hit by the strength or the flying sword of the alchemist, it will still be injured, and even the soul will not be destroyed. Qin Ziling retreated into the canopy of a big tree, and while looking intently at the ram wood and fighting with Xu Pengkun, his mind was spinning,

After a while, the Strength Whip and the Peachwood Sword exchanged more than ten blows in succession.

Each whip of the long whip is not only as flexible as water, but also a whip that is slammed over a whip, endlessly, giving Qin Ziling the feeling of surging waves, one wave higher than the other, and one wave after another.

Stacked waves!

Qin Ziling suddenly remembered that Zuo Le had specifically mentioned that Xujiabao's stacking wave strength was very mysterious, and his eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Compared with Xu Pengkun's strength long whip like a wave, a whip slams over a whip, the ram wood's peach wood sword is extremely dexterous, shuttling in the air like an antelope hanging horns, the angle is tricky, there is no trace, it seems that it is not limited by space and power inertia at all, and ordinary people holding a sword, to perform sword swordsmanship, must be limited by their own body movements, activity space, inertia and force operation.

Because of this, although Xu Pengkun's long whip was endless, one whip after another, he couldn't help the peachwood sword.

However, although the ram wood sword technique is mysterious, it is still entangled by Xu Pengkun's powerful long whip, but he can't get out.

Soon, Xu Yuanwu and the other two arrived and surrounded the ram wood in the middle.