The two elders of the Stygian Mountain and Luo Hu were in a triangular trend, each guarding one side and not saying a word.

The breeze in the forest swirled between them, carrying the bloody breath in the air, drifting far away. There was a huge dirt pit lying between the three of them, like a giant bowl buckled under the ground, and there were two incompatible Yuan forces in the pit that were frantically biting.

It was also a dense forest, but now it was razed to the ground by the aftermath of the battle of the three. The ancient trees of the sky have also turned into powder, drifting away with the wind, and the glow of the setting sun shines down unhindered, covering the earth with a layer of dusk gauze.

Xiao Yun looked at the devastated ground around him, and couldn't help but be full of yearning for the Yuyuan Realm.

The two elders of the Stygian Mountain and Luo Hu looked at each other, neither dared to take their attention away from each other, even the strange arrival of Xiao Yun and the woman, they only sensed it slightly, and did not pay too much attention.

The battle in this realm can really be described as "distraction is playing with life".

"Ahem, cough ......" The confrontation lasted for a long time, and the two elders of the Stygian Mountain coughed lightly at the same time, and blood spilled down the corners of their mouths, "The five tigers of the Yanhua Empire, sure enough...... Well deserved ......"

As the second elder spoke, Xiao Yun could see their helpless expressions, as well as the red blood oozing along their trembling arms.

It seems that the two elders of the Stygian Mountain teamed up to fight against Luo Hu, but they still couldn't please him.

Ah, the cold moon blade scraped on the ground, pulling out a section of soil groove, Luo Hu slowly stood up, and he could still smile: "The two elders of the Wuling Empire have cooperated tacitly and have been famous for a long time, and the younger generation can be taught today, which is really fortunate." ”

Luo Hu actually ridiculed between the lines, and the faces of the two elders of the Stygian Mountain were blue and white for a while, and they were panting with anger.

"Luo Hu, don't be complacent," the second elder of the Stygian Mountain pointed at Leng Yue angrily, blew his beard and glared, and said hatefully, "Today, you will never be able to get out of this forest!"

"Or," Luo Hu smiled, the cold moon blade was in front of him, full of provocation, "Come again?"

"Arrogance!" the two elders of the Stygian Mountain glanced at each other, nodded their heads, gritted their teeth, and seemed to have made up their minds.

Before the second elder could make a move, Luo Hu had already rushed into the pit filled with power with the Cold Moon Blade first, his robe agitated, and the convection of the air made a snorting sound.

There is no edge in the cold moon!

"The Four Elephant Seals of the Netherworld!" the second boss of the Stygian Mountain shouted, and the two of them used their hands to seal together, the gestures were complicated, Rao is Xiao Yun boasted of his excellent memory, and he was also a little dazzled.

When the handprint was formed, the heaven and earth Yuan Force was triggered, and the sound was mighty and the momentum was extraordinary. Occasionally, the roar of a giant beast shakes the mountains and fields, cleansing people's hearts and souls, which is quite terrifying.

Xiao Yun felt the pressure, only to feel that the qi and blood were surging all over his body, is this the oppression brought by the high-level Yuan Method?" "When will you get this 'Netherworld Four Elephant Seal' to play with." Xiao Yun retreated violently, and at the same time whimsical.

After retreating dozens of steps, Xiao Yun, who had broken through to the Xianwu Realm, could barely stand firm with the strength of the Xianwu Eight and the perverted physique of the strongman, if he didn't break through, I am afraid that he would not have a chance to go back at all. While thinking, he tried to mobilize the majestic internal force that had gathered in the dantian.

The internal force followed his thoughts, spilling out from the major meridians to the surface of his body, and he felt a little better. Looking forward again, I saw the woman holding the black iron box with one hand, and the other hand hanging naturally by her side, standing elegantly in place, as if she couldn't feel the violent Yuan Force in the air at all.

Looking at the curvy figure, Xiao Yun was even more curious about the identity and strength of the woman.

Knock knock.

At this moment, four corpses were thrown out of the jungle behind him, smashing to the ground with a dull sound. Xiao Yun hurriedly looked back, and with just one glance, his face sank instantly.

The four corpses were the Luo Jiajun who had sacrificed their lives to protect Xiao Yun before, and they were thrown out and lay quietly in front of Xiao Yun, although their expressions were calm, their death was extremely unsightly. The armor they wore was already in tatters, and their bodies were full of gaps, and their flesh was turned out, making people feel disgusting to look at.

But Xiao Yun looked at them intently, his gaze swept over every wound on the corpse, staring at every bloodstain, and suddenly felt a little painful.

Although this was a voluntary choice made by Luo Jiajun, although it was a soldier's duty to obey orders, and although it seemed that the death of these Luo Jiajun had nothing to do with him, he felt that every sword mark and every scar was like being pumped on his body, painful, painful to numbness.

"I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me", this is probably the state of mind.

"Locke's army is really a hard bone to gnaw. Just when Xiao Yun's heart was aching, Shen Tuhui pushed aside the bushes and walked out, stepping on the four corpses and coming straight to Xiao Yun.

Seeing his actions, Xiao Yun was furious, even though he didn't have a weapon in his hand, he still rushed over without hesitation, his fists clenched, his green tendons exposed, and his knuckles rattled because of excessive force.

"It's a good time!" Shen Tuhui sneered, and the sword flowers were all around, and he also rushed towards Xiao Yun arrogantly.

Xiao Yun was angry, why didn't he Shen Tuhui?

After practicing kendo for more than ten years, he used to attack and kill his opponent in an instant, but today he was deflated for the first time, and what was even more odious was that he was slapped in the face several times in a row, how could Shen Tuhui endure it?

Since you can't bear it anymore, then it will explode completely.

Both of them slaughtered each other angrily, and the momentum that burst out of them had already isolated the aftermath of Luo Hu's fight. The two glared at each other, and if it weren't for the fact that today was their first time dealing with each other, it might have made people think that they were feuding.

The woman standing in front turned around and gently lifted the black iron box, but she didn't mean to help Xiao Yun.

The sword intent was in front of him, Xiao Yun gritted his teeth, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and raised his fist against Shen Tuhui's sword momentum and pressed it over.

"Look for death!"

Shen Tuhui snorted lightly, the long sword danced harder, the sword sounded, and the wind roared.

Dozens of illusory sword blades hit Xiao Yun one after another, directly cutting through his clothes and cutting his skin, and suddenly blood splashed everywhere, and the smell of blood spread everywhere.

"Ahh Xiao Yun screamed, although his speed was slowed down, his feet never stopped, his fists were full of green tendons, even if he was scraped four or five sword marks, he still smashed his fists at Shen Tuhui's body. There was no trace of timidity in the bloodshot eyes, on the contrary, it was all madness.

Shen Tuhui sneered, and the sword in his hand danced even more impermeable.

The sword qi hit Xiao Yun one after another, but even though the blood flowed profusely, Xiao Yun still didn't have the slightest intention of dodging.

Shen Tuhui began to panic.

"Ah~" Xiao Yun let out a long roar, as if the punch had exhausted all the strength of his body.

Shen Tuhui prepared to put away his sword.

Running the internal force of the dantian frantically, Xiao Yundi's anger was all added to this punch. The knuckles clicked, and the internal force lingered around the arm, and the sword momentum was faintly blocked.

Shen Tuhui was finally scared, and he wouldn't do it with his life.

However, it was too late, Xiao Yun's fist had already broken through the heavy sword intent, and the blood-stained iron fist smashed like the wind, and Shen Tuhui didn't have time to block it at all, so he was hit in the chest.

With a muffled sound, Shen Tuhui snorted a mouthful of blood like a fountain, and his breath withered a lot in an instant.

Xiao Yun's punch carrying surging anger could unleash such a might!

In this situation, even the mysterious woman who was watching from the side couldn't help but praise secretly.

Letting the blood flow out of his arm, Xiao Yun looked at Shen Tuhui, who couldn't help retreating, and grinned: "This punch was given to you for the five hundred Luo family brothers who died under your hands this time!"