Ruyi Town has been deserted, and the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled will not go out in the middle of the night.

Thunder and storms!

The autumn thunder was louder than ever, like the roar of those beasts in the depths of the mountains!

The wind stirred the campfire, causing the shadows on the walls to shake like demons.

"Found them." Shang Fenghua opened his eyes, and a flowerless face flashed in his eyes.

Autumn night rain is the coolest.

Shang Fenghua and the three of them walked into the rain curtain, not afraid of the rain and their clothes.

In front of the three of them, a glowing glow of fireflies walked in the rain.

The cold autumn rain could not extinguish the light on the Tanyu fireflies.

At the entrance of Ruyi Town, a figure wearing a hat and a cloak walked into the rain curtain.

The figure looked at the ruins not far away, his eyes changed, and he muttered, "I hope it's not too late." ”

After a few breaths, several young men dressed in white appeared in the same place, and the rain seemed to never fall on them.

The five of them stepped into the muddy puddle without paying attention, splashes of muddy water sliding down the tips of their shoes.

Strangely, the clothes and shoes of the five were always dry.

"You're here too?"

"Before a cup of tea, the smell of night ghosts here is strong. All of this was gone at once. ”

"Yes. If it was such a huge aura, there would be thousands of night ghosts gathered. What about the shadow of the night ghost? ”

"If something goes wrong, look carefully."

The five of them belong to two teams, and they are all young powerhouses at the level of Tianjiao in the world.

The figures of the five people dispersed and disappeared into the rain.

......

In the courtyard of the house, Ye Qinghuan, who was taking a break with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Someone touched the ban he had set.

This means that those people have found traces of Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua.

"It's time to go." Ye Qinghuan helped Wuhua up and found that Wuhua's body was covered in cold sweat.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Qinghuan asked in a deep voice.

At this moment, Wuhua no longer had the strength to speak, looked at Ye Qinghuan weakly, opened her mouth and couldn't speak.

His true qi was exhausted, and his body was even weaker than ordinary people, as if he had experienced a serious illness.

Ye Qinghuan picked up the flowers on his back and escaped into the darkness.

He originally wanted Wuhua to be able to recover some of his strength, but he didn't expect Wuhua to become weaker and weaker.

Ye Qinghuan was carrying Wuhua on his back, and he could feel the breath coming from all around.

"More people are coming than before."

"The people of the Ghost Hunting Pavilion are really timely."

The autumn rain always makes people feel a lot of sadness, especially in the dark night.

In the dark and moonless night, I couldn't see my fingers, and even if I was a few steps away, I couldn't see the figure clearly.

Ye Qinghuan didn't walk far, and suddenly stopped in an alley.

In front of the alley, three figures blocked Ye Qinghuan's way.

"I'll give you another chance, hand over that monk, and I'll let you go." Shang Fenghua said.

Ye Qinghuan didn't speak, and shook his head slowly.

Even in the dark, Shang Fenghua could see Ye Qinghuan's movements clearly.

Shang Fenghua took off the broadsword, and the autumn rain hit the broad knife, making a crisp sound.

Ye Qinghuan didn't want to fight, and before the three of them could launch an offensive, his figure flickered and fled towards another part of the alley.

However, Joon's speed is fast.

A red sword light tore through the night, illuminating the narrow alley and Ye Qinghuan's face.

Breaking through the dome and unsheathing, the cold air burst out, and the falling autumn rain froze into ice and flew towards Qiao Jun.

Ye Qinghuan did not retreat, and took advantage of the opportunity to unsheath, and the sword light surged out of the scabbard, colliding with Qiao Jun.

Bang!

The flickering cold sword light finally overshadowed the crimson sword light.

Between the collision between the two, Qiao Jun took a few steps back again and again, his face turned pale.

There is also a gap in the seven products of the opening monument!

Although he had seen Ye Qinghuan's sword during the day, which of the people who walked out of the Ghost Hunting Pavilion was not the pride of the sky, how could he admit defeat?

Before Qiao Jun could react, Ye Qinghuan had already escaped into the darkness.

Several auras around were also approaching rapidly, and none of these auras Ye Qinghuan was familiar with.

Therefore, Ye Qinghuan knew that he had to leave Ruyi Town as soon as possible.

Another flash of sword light, like a silent thunder tearing through the night curtain in the dark night.

Ye Qinghuan had to be distracted.

Each stay brings an additional danger to itself.

The sword light continued to flicker, and the cold air around Ye Qinghuan's body continued to emanate, and bursts of white mist rose in the night.

Airplanes!

Frost Blooms!

"Qiao Ting!" Qiao Jun shouted.

With just one move, Qiao Ting's figure behind her flew upside down into the night, and after knocking down several pillars one after another, the crumbling house collapsed and buried Qiao Ting.

Shang Fenghua's face showed a look of surprise.

Attack the ultimate sword intent, cold martial arts.

This person is not weaker than Tianjiao in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion, if he really enters the Ghost Hunting Pavilion, his cultivation at this time is fixed above himself.

"With such talent, why do you want to help other races?"

"You shouldn't be like this, betraying the Terrans, you can't escape death!"

The words fell, and the pitch-black blade melted into the night, and the terrifying killing machine pounced on Ye Qinghuan like a hungry beast.

This knife fell down, which was enough to split Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua in two.

Ye Qinghuan jumped into the air, turned his body in the air, and faced the blade attacking in the darkness head-on.

As he raised his sword, a thunderbolt appeared in the air.

As Ye Qinghuan waved the breaking firmament, thunder fell from the sky, illuminating several figures in the night.

At the same time, sword light surged.

In mid-air, Ye Qinghuan did not retreat but advanced, wrapped in sword light, and swooped down.

Shang Fenghua was first bombarded by thunder, but this did not cause him any substantial damage.

The oncoming sword light illuminated Shang Fenghua's solemn face.

In the dark night, a silver thunderbolt converged on the broadsword.

Why should the eight products of the monument be returned?

How could Shang Fenghua be afraid of Ye Qinghuan?

Rumble!

An extreme light appeared in mid-air, illuminating the entire Ruyi Town.

The sound of landslides and tsunamis spread for ten miles.

"There it is!"

"Go quickly!"

The five people scattered in Ruyi Town rushed one after another.

On the other side, the figure wearing a hat and a cloak looked at the dazzling light in the air, and said softly: "It's okay to be late." ”

Immediately, the figure smiled bitterly again and said, "However, there seem to be many people from the other party." ”

Ruyi Town has never been so lively.

With so many powerhouses appearing here, it will definitely not be peaceful tonight.

The remnants of the people in Ruyi Town hid under the covers, praying that the battle would not spread to them like the autumn rains.

After Ye Qinghuan and Shang Fenghua fought, it was just one move, and both of them were blown away by the waves.

The two of them retreated and disappeared into the night.

The gap in the realm is not something that can be bridged by anything.

Ye Qinghuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, calmed the surging qi and blood in his body, and adjusted himself to the best state of being able to shoot at any time.

Wuhua behind him is still unconscious, and this state is definitely abnormal.

But no one knows why?

Just as Ye Qinghuan moved again, a voice came from behind Ye Qinghuan.

"I'm sorry, you can't go."

The next moment, several figures appeared around Ye Qinghuan at the same time, surrounding the two of them.

Each of these people is a strong person who opened the monument, and all of them locked Ye Qinghuan's breath.

As long as Ye Qinghuan moves, he will definitely attract everyone's siege.

At this time, Shang Fenghua and the three also walked over.

"Fenghua, why can't you even take such a guy?"

"Yo, Qiao Jun, are you still injured? Hahaha. ”

Light-hearted laughter rang out in the night.

The eight people of the Ghost Hunting Pavilion had already surrounded Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua, and the next thing they needed to do was to catch the turtle in the urn.

Someone asked, "One is a Terran, the other... It's not a night ghost, but it also has the breath of a night ghost. It's weird. Is that why you're going after you? ”

Shang Fenghua said: "This monk is of an alien race. ”

"Just now, our Shadow Explorer Fireflies sensed a powerful night ghost aura....."

"Yes, it also emanates from this monk. Only now this breath is hidden again. ”

Several people looked curiously at the unconscious Wuhua.

"What now? Kill them? Someone asked.

Shang Fenghua took a step forward and persuaded again: "Kill him and let you live." ”

This time, Ye Qinghuan finally spoke.

"Sorry, I can't do it!"

Shang Fenghua sighed helplessly and lifted the broadsword.

The Ghost Hunting Pavilion hunts night ghosts, but he doesn't want to kill people, especially a powerful young man like Ye Qinghuan.

Ye Qinghuan clenched the Breaking Dome Sword in his hand, and now he was in a desperate situation that he was powerless to reverse.

Maybe he could pull a few people to make a back, but it didn't make sense.

The eight people of the Ghost Hunting Pavilion were about to make a move, when footsteps were heard behind several people.

There was no hiding from the footsteps, and the shoes just stepped into the puddle and walked out.

"Sorry, it's late."

A teenager was holding a pink oil-paper umbrella, his front shoulders wet from the rain.

The surface of the oil-paper umbrella is very old and broken, as if it was picked up somewhere.

Everyone looked at the dusty young man behind them, and there was a strange look in their eyes.

A smile also appeared on Ye Qinghuan's cold face, he knew that now he had a chance to break the situation.

The young man holding the oil-paper umbrella was Yu Zhi who came from Qiangcheng.

"Who are you?" Someone asked.

Yu Zhi pointed to Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua, who were besieged.

"A friend of the two of them."

The people in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion were a little puzzled, it was such a small monk, why did someone always come to the rescue?

"Why save him? He is a foreign race, a night ghost who has invaded the world. Shang Fenghua said in a deep voice.

Yu Zhi said: "I have known this little monk since I was a child. He didn't even dare to step on an ant, how could it be a night ghost? There must be a misunderstanding here. ”

"You can't go wrong with a firefly. The night ghost aura on him was the strongest I've ever seen. Whatever happens today, he will die! If you want to save him, you will also die! Shang Fenghua threatened.

Yu Zhi sighed when he heard this.

He put away the tattered oil-paper umbrella and said angrily, "That's not to talk about?" ”

Everyone in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion was vigilant against Yu Zhi, and they had secretly activated their true qi and were ready to strike at any time.

Yu Zhi took out a red fire talisman and urged it with true qi.

A third of the runes had already been half gone, and the crimson flames had already ignited.

Yu Zhi raised his hand and threw it, and the red fire talisman flew towards the sky.

Rumble!

A grand explosion didn't stop for a long time.

"I advise you, listen to the persuasion, don't be so stubborn."