The carriage was less than 5 miles away from the Magic Canal Mountain Range and stopped.

Everyone got out of the car.

Under the moonlit sky, the mountains and forests are covered with a layer of light silver makeup, and they look mysterious and solemn from a distance, and it is impossible to see that it is a paradise of blood and killing.

The driver looked at one of them and said with a smile: "Nangong Ping, I will hand it over to you to command." ”

"Got it."

The man nodded, turned to look at Ling Xiao and the others, and said in a deep voice: "I hope you don't keep your hands later, otherwise, don't blame me for being polite!" ”

"Of course not."

"We don't just take the money to do things, but we also do it for ourselves!"

Everyone replied one after another, their expressions solemn.

Nangong Ping was very satisfied with this, and finally glanced meaningfully at Ling Xiao, who was the weakest in cultivation, and then waved his hand: "Let's go!" ”

Everyone sacrificed their magic weapons one after another and galloped away in the air.

Only Ling Xiao touched his nose helplessly, pasted a magic talisman on his body, and ran wildly after everyone.

"Everyone, I'm here to wait for good news."

Behind him came the farewell of the driver.

During the flight, everyone couldn't help but glance at Ling Xiao on the ground a few more times, the latter ran wildly on his legs, and his speed was not slow, and he chased closely behind the team.

"Forging Monk!"

Nangong Ping's tone could not hide his surprise.

In casual practice, it is extremely rare for people to study and forge the body. After all, the earning power of the Forging Body Cultivator is much weaker than that of the Mana Cultivator.

"It's not slow, but I don't know what the strength is?"

"If he doesn't hold back, even if he succeeds!"

The others said coldly.

Then everyone didn't say a word, and flew away wholeheartedly, rushing towards the entrance of the Demon Canal Mountain Range.

Ling Xiao seemed to be struggling to get to the end, but in fact, he still had the strength to observe the team.

Among all of them, Nangong Ping is undoubtedly the strongest, the ninefold cultivation of qi refining, and the undoubted leader.

Among the remaining people, there were also several Qi Refining Eightfolds.

It's just that I didn't see the masked guest and the woman that day, maybe they were in charge of the attack, and it was another entrance.

While thinking, Ling Xiaotu's gaze froze.

The fox-faced girl actually fell behind, looking quite struggling, and she made everyone fly slower.

Fortunately.

The distance was not far, and the team soon approached the entrance, and clearly saw the forbidden light curtain erected at the entrance, and there were many people in the light curtain.

Under the moonlight, these dozen rays of light were extremely conspicuous, and the disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect who were guarding the entrance soon discovered their existence.

"Stop, what are you doing?!"

A loud shout was the first to break the silence.

After bullying a distance of nearly 100 meters, a sinister color appeared on Nangong Ping's face, and he said, "Do it!" ”

The vast sky suddenly lit up with more than a dozen sharp rays of light, with a ruthless sound of breaking the sky, and slammed into the forbidden light curtain!

The symbolism of the prohibition was greater than the actual significance, and it had little defensive power at all, and it shattered in an instant under the combined force of more than a dozen high-level Qi refining ranks.

At the moment when the ban was shattered, the Songshan Sword Sect also counterattacked, and more than two dozen rays of light flew out of the mountains and forests, pounced viciously.

"Dare to break ground on the head of the Songshan Sword Sect, don't die!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill!" Nangong Ping shouted murderously and led the team to meet the general.

The brawl happened in an instant.

The light of the two sides was constantly staggered and changed in the air, sacrificing one magic weapon after another, and blasting at the opponent mercilessly.

In terms of cultivation, the black market team was obviously higher, while the Songshan Sword Sect had a numerical advantage, and the two sides were evenly matched for a while, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

"Kill!"

A disciple of the Songshan Sword Sect aimed at Ling Xiao, the weakest-looking soft persimmon, and sacrificed a dripping sword, slashing down abnormally!

Ling Xiao was originally mixed in the crowd, paddling with a talisman, but seeing this, he no longer kept it, and raised his hand to offer a yellow rope.

Tie up the fairy rope!

"Idiot!"

The disciple sneered disdainfully, and with a dexterous turn of the dripping sword, he bypassed the immortal rope and slashed towards Ling Xiao without hesitation!

Ling Xiao saw the sword momentum, his feet were staggered, and he turned around like lightning, and then dodged.

At the same time, the bundle of immortal ropes also flew in front of the disciple and rolled away like a snake!

That disciple didn't look at the bundle of immortal ropes, this kind of garbage magic weapon was not worth his attention at all, he was full of manipulation of the dripping sword, rippling out sinking water waves, and wanted to imprison Ling Xiao.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the disciple saw something.

What is the end of the rope that binds the fairy rope?

This thought was born, and when he heard Ling Xiao sneer in a low voice, the rope of the immortal rope increased rapidly, and appeared in front of the person in an instant, and it was lightly winded.

The expression on the latter's face stiffened, and then his neck was crooked, and his head fell out of his body strangely!

"Huh? What did you do? ”

A surprised voice came from the side.

But when she saw the fox-faced girl running to her side at some point, she stared at the fairy rope in surprise.

"Nothing." Ling Xiao silently withdrew the bundle of immortal ropes, casually took the storage bag on the corpse, and then rushed at a distance of more than ten meters like lightning, pounced on another Songshan Sword Sect disciple.

Meteor Strike!

That person was besieging another black market master, and he didn't expect Ling Xiao to kill him at all, and when he reacted, his fist was already like a raging storm, smashing down wildly.

He barely raised a shield.

Knock knock knock......

More than a dozen heavy drums roared, and the shield shook and crumbled.

Just when the disciple's face turned pale, Ling Xiao suddenly stopped the battle, turned around and retreated sharply.

The disciple was stunned for a moment.

It was this fateful moment, a dazzling bright light suddenly erupted behind him, and a flaming broadsword slashed at his back mercilessly!

"Ahh

In the darkness of the night, there was a scream.

"Hahaha...... You're clever kid! ”

A knife-wielding black marketeer laughed maniacally.

At this moment, Ling Xiao had already appeared behind another Songshan Sword Sect disciple, and he launched a fierce attack without hesitation!

With a thousand punches, it smashed heavily on the protective shield, and after beating the protective shield into mournful deformation, Ling Xiao floated back again.

Like a whirlwind, he swept through the chaotic battlefield, beating one enemy after another.

No.

Not a whirlwind.

It's a-stirring stick!

Ling Xiao's violence made countless Songshan Sword Sect disciples frightened, but this person was slippery and extremely fast, and he ran away after a set, and ordinary magic weapons couldn't catch up with him at all.

The disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect not only have to deal with the frontal attack of the masters of the black market, but also have to be on guard against Ling Xiao, a team battle-stirring stick, at any time, and they are in a dangerous situation.

The balance of the situation is gradually tilting in favor of the black market.

"Hahaha, interesting! Interesting! ”

In the middle of the room, another laugh was heard.

Ling Xiao took the time to turn his head to look, only to see the fox-faced girl's light strangely shuttling through the crowd, and he actually followed his example, playing a set and running.

The-stirring stick has become two.

"Pretty fast learner......"

Ling Xiao snorted secretly, but he was also deeply admired.

His style of play seems simple and brainless, but it actually requires great strength and speed.

If you don't have enough strength, you can't move people, and people don't have to pay attention to you at all.

If you don't run fast enough, it's easy to get caught up in the encirclement of the enemy's anger.

From this point of view, the strength of the fox-faced girl is far beyond what she has shown.

Just as Ling Xiao was thinking, Nangong Ping had already beheaded five disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect in a row, full of anger, pointing at the sky with a sword halberd, and shouting: "Kill them all, not a single one will be left!" ”

The black market masters shouted one after another, and the sound shook all over the world.

The disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect were all as earth-colored as their faces, and their hearts sank to the bottom, knowing that they might not be spared today.

Suddenly!

A gloomy and sympathetic voice suddenly came from behind Nangong Ping, "Who are you going to kill?" ”

Nangong Ping's face suddenly condensed, and then his neck was crooked, and his head bones rolled to the ground!