In the barren mountains and forests, Yang Jungui ran all the way.

Under his feet were thick piles of dead leaves, and he could clearly smell the smell of decay filling his mouth and nose.

The rotten leaves mixed with the soil squeezed out with black water from the foot of the foot, and the fishy smell did not know how long it had been fermented.

Whoa!

There is a line of water between the cracks in the rocks.

The clear water collides and flows between the rocks, making a clear and pleasant sound.

Yang Jungui stopped on top of a boulder, and the sound of fighting behind him had been silenced.

Looking behind him, he didn't know what the result of the fight between the mysterious black-robed man and the old man of the dove was.

It's better to let both people lose.

He had malice in his heart.

As for someone dying?

When you reach the peak realm, even if you are not defeated, how can you be killed so easily.

He bent down and washed his face, revealing a somewhat pale face covered in blood.

The face that was originally a little green has now become cold.

Looking at the reflection in the water, the cold eyes hid murderous intent and anger, and faintly appeared scarlet color.

Sooner or later, he will get back the hardships and tribulations he has encountered along the way.

Hiss!

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jungui suppressed the killing intent in his heart.

"Sure enough, when you cast the Blood Meteorite Bone Bow twice in a row, did the evil qi and anger in the bow begin to erode your consciousness?"

It's not all.

Even he didn't notice it, and the killing along the way had already bred demonic intent in his heart.

There was a bloody battle in Sin Town, and his injuries were not light, and the blood spirit sword yuan in his body was also exhausted.

Even if he forcibly devoured and refined Liu Yanghong's spiritual power, he shot an arrow at the black-robed man, and it also made him see the bottom again.

And it also leaves hidden dangers.

It can be said that the current state is not good.

Next, go deep into the realm of crime, not only to face the most vicious murderers, but also the dangers and dangers of the place itself along the way.

There is no room for slackness.

He had to find a safe place to recover from his injuries.

Without staying too long, Yang Jungui ran again among the grass and thorns.

Suddenly, the fast-moving figure stopped.

Yang Jungui turned his head to look behind him, his face froze, and his heart became heavy.

A powerful aura is rapidly approaching.

Soon, a figure appeared in the distant sky.

Well?

Old Crow?

Yang Jungui was a little surprised to see the person coming, he thought it would be a mysterious black-robed man.

The old man looked a little embarrassed, his clothes were a little tattered, and his gray hair was scattered.

Through the long or short openings, you can see that blood is still oozing from the wounds in different horizontal and vertical directions, and white bones can be seen in some places.

With their cultivation at this level, ordinary injuries in their flesh and blood can heal quickly.

"It seems that even if the old man wins, he will be injured a lot."

Yang Jungui's mind turned.

But the seriously injured Ascending Peak Realm is not something he can compete with now.

What's more, his situation is not much better.

"It's you, the kid from the Sword Gate."

The old man looked at the figure below, his eyes glowing with resentment.

In that battle, the black-robed man was first overshadowed by the mark in the Bloodfall Jiao Bone Bow, and suffered a lot of injuries.

Later, he had to divide part of his strength to suppress the resistance of the bow.

In the face of the desperate attack of the old man, he had to choose to retreat.

Although the old man of the dove won the bow, the price he paid was not undeniable.

It can be said that both of them were injured.

The treasure bow was lost, but it would have to face the pressure of revenge from a top sect in the future.

I had to choose to hide in the realm of sin.

This is all due to the Sword Gate.

The resentment of the old man Yin Gu towards the people of the Sword Gate can be imagined.

At this time, I happened to bump into Yang Jungui......

"Boom...", the cold laughter echoed.

"Boy, since you let the old man bump into you, then I can only blame you for your bad life."

The scarlet eyes of the old man flashed with cruelty, and his voice was hoarse and cold, making people shudder.

"The old man will let you taste the pain of burning souls and crows eating flesh."

"The right should first collect a little interest from the Sword Gate."

At this time, he was like a giant beast that wanted to devour people, wanting to tear Yang Jungui to pieces to vent his anger.

As for the dignified Sword Sect disciple, why he appeared here, he didn't think much about it at all.

Frankly speaking, although Yang Jungui has caused a lot of fluctuations during this time.

But it's more because of the identity of the disciple of the Sword Gate.

These are not enough to alarm the powerful who stand at the top of this continent.

Bang! Bang!

The powerful qi rushed to his face, and the air around him seemed to freeze, and he could clearly hear the dull beating of his heart.

It was like being in the deep sea, and endless pressure came from all directions, squeezing hundreds of limbs on the body.

Creak! Creak!

There was a sour sound of squeezing the bones.

Yang Jungui's mind was calm, even if the old man was seriously injured, it was still very terrifying.

His face was calm, but his heartstrings were already tense to the extreme.

Looking at the figure that was approaching and full of anger, he desperately squeezed the blood spirit sword yuan in his body, and wrapped it around the broken sword in the spring.

Secretly ready to go.

"Master, hurry up!"

"If you don't make a move, Senior Brother Yang will die at the hands of that demon."

At the same time, high in the sky, there are two figures, one old and one young.

The old man's hair was a little gray, but he was in good spirits, and his eyes were not cloudy at all.

The young man is graceful.

The delicate nose, the peach cheeks are red, the small two-petal lips, the face is flushed without powder, and the skin like snow jade is tender and fair.

The smooth forehead is dotted with a dark blue gem, which looks cold and holy.

It was the Great Elder Xi Yunfeng and Xie Mengyao.

They seemed to be surrounded by flowing clouds, obscuring their figures, and even the old man of the dove did not notice it.

Xie Mengyao shook his master's arm and begged, looking at the situation below, his eyes full of worry.

"Okay, okay, with the old man here, I can still let that kid die in the hands of that old guy."

Xi Yunfeng was a little helpless.

I still couldn't resist the begging of this precious apprentice, so I rushed all the way over.

Not to mention that this kid can escape, at least it can save his life.

But I have to say that this kid also surprised him.

In the face of such a pursuit, he was almost able to escape by himself.

"Old man Yin Dove, you are still so unworthy of the stage, a dignified cultivation of the peak realm, you can make a move on such a little guy."

Xi Yunfeng stepped out, appeared in the heavens and the earth, and sneered mercilessly.

As the sound sounded, an invisible wind blew through, breaking the frozen air.

Hearing this, the old man of the dove first became angry, and then he was shocked.

He didn't even notice when the visitor appeared.

He turned his head to look, and immediately turned around to escape without saying a word.

He still knew the Great Elder of the Sword Gate.

Not to mention that he is seriously injured now, even in his heyday, he is not an opponent.

"Can you still run away?" Xi Yunfeng's face was indifferent, but his figure flashed and chased straight away.

"Your sword sect deceives people too much."

Battles come and go as fast as they come.

With an unwilling and resentful hysterical voice, a breath gradually disappeared.

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