In the night, Wu Yan pointed at the old man with a knife, his expression a little solemn. Even though the old man surnamed Huang was seriously injured and looked miserable, Wu Jian was still not sure to take down the other party.

Everything happened too suddenly, and there was no time to make any arrangements, and after taking stock of the means on his body, Wu Yan found that he only had the road of toughness.

Paused his feet, waved his knife, and at the beginning of the whistle, Wu Yan was like a big bird, rushing towards the old man on the ground. The old man snorted coldly and looked at Wu Gan's figure motionless. A martial artist who is only in the four realms, even if he has more than one of his combat power today, it is not something that the other party's little thief can withstand.

Suddenly, the old man's face changed, and Wu Gan, who had already jumped into the air, suddenly turned straight in a straight direction, stepped on the treetops and ran into the distance.

"Shaft, where to go." The old man's face, which had turned pale from blood loss, turned even whiter, and he jumped up to the treetops to chase after him with his hands on the ground.

Running in the forest, Wu Jian was like a monkey that did not slip in autumn, jumping left and right, jumping up and down, so that the old man could not catch up for a while.

Looking at Wu Gan, who was running with his buttocks, the old man couldn't help but feel a little helpless, how many rabbits did this person eat, and he could run so fast. Thinking about himself in the middle of the Five Realms, he couldn't catch up with a kid from the Four Realms, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

It's just that he didn't know that Wu Gan had immersed Yin the most over the years was his ability to escape. Whether it's the magic or the wind inscription, they are all here to run away.

After a stick of incense, the old man gradually felt that something was wrong, and if he continued to delay like this, it was not this kid who fell, but probably himself. After all, when he was in Fuzhong, that inexplicable blow almost ruined most of his own

of the cultivation. Under the serious injury, the qi and blood are already a little unstoppable.

Looking at Wu Yan in front of him, the old man pressed the tree with both hands, and jumped into the air with his elastic body. Looking at his body, the old man snorted, and punched in front of Wu Gan's running direction, and the majestic fist smashed to the ground like a meteorite.

Wu Gen was running with his head buried in his head, and he was still a little proud in his heart, and suddenly his cold hairs stood on end, and the magic technique was launched desperately, and the wind inscription was also urged to the extreme, and his body quickly turned to the right. Because of the rapid turn, half of his body turned black purple, and blood shot out like an arrow.

A deep pit appeared behind him, and countless gravel and sawdust rained down on his body.

Wu Yan didn't dare to stay, his body moved forward in a zigzag shape, and there were constantly loud noises behind him, like a giant following closely, and deep pits appeared on the ground.

Old dog, I'm tired of you, Wu Jian muttered secretly in his heart. From the very beginning, seeing that the other party was seriously injured, Wu Jian was prepared to fight a war of attrition. Even though the other party's realm is high, but with such a serious injury, the human body world has long been damaged, and how much strength does he have to support him to hit such a heavy blow in a row.

Just as he was proud, a fist fell in front of him, Wu Gen habitually changed direction, just ran out of a dozen steps, and suddenly saw a small figure not far in front of him, the old man surnamed Huang didn't know when he arrived in front of him, and was flying towards him.

With such a close distance, it was impossible to turn again, unless Wu Jian wanted to tear the muscles and muscles of his whole body. Frightened, Wu Yan did not retreat but advanced, and slashed at the other party with a slash from the sky.

But as soon as the sword qi was released, Wu Yan felt like he was walking between sand and stones, and every step was quite difficult. It can only be urged

Waves of sword qi surged forward, trying to cut through a passage.

But the faster the knife qi, the greater the resistance encountered, and the more difficult it is to advance.

As the saying goes, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion. In less than three breaths, the tumbling sword qi was finally exhausted, and it did not break through this layer of obstacles, and slowly disappeared into invisibility.

Wu Gen knew that with his own cultivation, it would be difficult to break through the opponent's momentum, so he turned around and fled. But in the face of this invisible resistance from all directions, how easy is it to get out.

The old man surnamed Huang was expressionless, and moved towards Wu Gan, who was like a moth into a spider's web and was struggling desperately. In a hurry, Wu Gen ran the Yi Sutra with all his might, and used the six-fold slashing method, and the blood and qi rushed in his body over and over again like angry waves, each time more and more rapid.

When the blood qi rushed to the highest point, Wu Gen suddenly used the golden body method, and the whole body was golden and shining like a torch in the night.

Wu Gen swung his knife and slashed forward, this

But it took all my might.

The opponent's potential field is invisible, and since it can block the attack of the sword qi, it can also block the slash of the knife. While blocking, in the face of a lightning-fast blade, it is bound to produce a certain amount of repulsion to respond.

This is the same as Wu Gen walking on the surface of the water with the Divine Movement Technique, and the rebound force generated by the rapid impact is enough to support Wu Gan's weight.

A powerful repulsive force was transmitted from the blade to the wrist, and then to the whole body, with this force, Wu Gen kicked forward violently, his body flew backwards, and finally got out of the range of the potential field.

Wu Gan's escape from the predicament caught the old man a little off guard, and in shame, regardless of his own blood, the old man hurriedly punched. The punch is not heavy, and it is completely the same as the heavy punch in the air

Can't compare.

But it was this punch that made the old man quite dissatisfied, and it also made Wu Jian feel the power of the master. Like a boulder falling on his body, Wu Qian rolled and fell into the distance, drawing a long deep ditch on the ground, like a ridge in the field.

After moving his sore body, he hurriedly ran towards a place away from the old man surnamed Huang. It is difficult to get rid of the other party by fleeing directly, and the speed of the old man's tracking is too fast. In this case, they simply circled around each other from a distance, waiting for an opportunity to find a flaw.

After experiencing the non-stop heavy punches, coupled with the serious injuries in the body, the old man could not withstand such a big consumption. As a result, the old man was no longer in a hurry to chase after Wu Gan, but stood in place and slowly breathed to recover his strength. As long as there is his own potential field, Wu Gen will not be able to attack, and he will naturally be invincible.

Wu Yan was a little relieved, and while walking around the old man, he slashed at the old man with his knife qi while observing the other party's movements.

But everything in the world, visible or invisible, has its weaknesses to a greater or lesser extent. Wu Gan found that every time the sword qi flew towards the old man, it would be wrapped in some sand, and the sand in front of the old man would be bounced away from afar, and the sand behind him would be much closer.

It seems that this potential field is not omnipotent, and it has its weaknesses. If you attack from behind, you won't be able to slash the opponent. But it's one thing to find out, and it's another thing to be able to do it.

The old man always faced Wu Gan, making Wu Gan really a little helpless.

In the middle of the confrontation, Wu Gan's eyes moved, his body stopped and jumped up, and he slashed at the old man with a sunset. Looking at the full moon-like sword light, the breath of desolation and compassion came, old man

I couldn't help but move, and the heart of the guard revealed an imperceptible gap.

The other party's sword qi is not afraid, and it will dissolve into it when it enters its own potential field, but this strange artistic conception is a little strange, which makes me feel a little sad in my heart.

Taking a deep breath, the old man tried his best to get this strange feeling out of his mind. Suddenly, the old man's face changed drastically, and his body quickly turned backwards. It turned out that a white cat had come behind him at some point, and it was lightning fast towards him.

"Yarn girl, you are looking for death." The old man roared angrily and punched at the other party. As soon as Fang Cai's heartstrings were loosened, he didn't even notice the arrival of the other party, and was forced to such a close distance by him.

When the old man turned around, the white cat was only ten paces away from him, and by his momentum, he was within five steps. A terrible cat meow sounded, like the call of the cats to mate on a spring night, and then a blue streamer spat out of the cat's mouth and covered the old man's face.

The old man's face spasmed, and soon became hideous, holding his head in his hands and wailing in pain. The white cat was also knocked out and rolled far into the grass.

Wu Jian stared at the old man's movements, and took a few steps to the place where the white cat fell. In the grass, the Raccoon Girl had taken on a human form, and blood kept gushing out of her mouth.

Wu Yan hurriedly helped him up, and pulled the Huansha girl to run, in case the old man chased him.

"It doesn't have to be that way, he won't be able to wake up for a while." Huansha Nu explained with a wry smile, leaning on Wu Yan and panting, her face as pale as paper.

"What's wrong with this old man?" Wu Gen stared at the old man's movements, still a little uneasy.

"I've planted a lot of remnants of his soul, I'm afraid

At this time, they are fighting with the main soul. The shepherd's method of devouring is one of the things that is not good, and it is easy to confuse the spirit." The Raccoon Girl gasped.

Wu Gan

Nodding, he helped the raccoon girl out of the grass, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Since the shepherd knows his vital point, he will definitely have various defense methods, how can he let you hit with one blow."

Huansha Nu glanced at Wu Gan, her eyes were a little hesitant, "I am a cat demon incarnation, do you know that cats are originally psychic things, you can see the wandering souls, cultivate to a certain extent, and capture these remnant souls."

Sitting on the ground in a daze, the Huansha girl laughed at herself: "You think that the Heita family left me in the mansion, but they really fell in love with my beauty and dancing, such a big family, how could they break the ancestral training for the sake of beauty, and it is this ability that they fancy me.

Every time I go to the house, it is precisely to remove the remnants of the soul from the human body for them, but this is not an easy task, it is like picking out a thread or two from a mess, and it takes water to grind."

Only then did Wu Yan know why the status of the Huansha girl in the Black Tower family was so transcendent, it turned out that there was such a secret in it.

"I'm going to collect these remnants so that I can use them one day." The Raccoon Girl took a breath and continued, "I know all the means of protecting the souls of these people, so it is naturally not difficult to plant the remnant soul again.

This dead old monster is the worship of the Mo Zhi family, and he uses me the most, and he looks down on my background, so he just returned it to him today. Suddenly entering so many remnant souls, even if he doesn't die, his soul will be damaged, and it is not impossible to become an idiot."

The two of them talked

The old man's movements became more and more strange, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, and wanting to leave, but as soon as his left hand was forced, he was held by his right hand, and he could only spin in place.

In a hurry, the old man's left and right hands fought, and he struck each other with a heavy punch, and the thunderous sound came and went, and the sand and stones flew around him, so that Wu Yan and the others couldn't see the situation inside.

After a long stick of incense, the surroundings gradually quieted down. Wu Gen and Huansha Nu stepped forward cautiously, and when the old man came closer, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded. The old man in yellow actually strangled himself to death, and his strength was so great that his neck was almost broken.