"Leave me alone, although Biyou is my personal maidservant, the two of us have always been sisters."

Long Kexin wanted to break free of Ye Jinghong's powerful arm strength as she spoke, but Ye Jinghong seemed to hold it tighter.

Looking at Long Kexin, who was in tears, Ye Jinghong's heart was also in pain.

Long Kexin has been a great grace to himself many times, and he has paid 8,000 years of cultivation for him, and he was forced to leave the peaceful sea of ice for him.

The key is that although this Long Kexin is noble, he is extremely affectionate.

After several lives and deaths, Ye Jinghong can still maintain a calm heart at this moment, although Biyou is an immortal, I am afraid that his soul will be annihilated today, the key is that he and Long Kexin don't even have the ability to help him avenge at this moment.

"Let's go together, I swear that no matter what the identity of this black cloth is, he will definitely break it to pieces one day."

knows that Long Kexin and Biyou have a deep relationship with the master and servant, and this is the only promise that Ye Jinghong can make to Long Kexin now, although it seems impossible.

As he spoke, Ye Jinghong clenched Long Kexin's hand even more, and struggled to escape without looking back.

"You can't escape from the palm of my hand."

I saw a ray of light enter, and the masked man in black actually flashed beside Ye Jinghong and Long Kexin.

"I'll kill you." The lovely Long Kexin gritted her teeth and said angrily to the black clothes.

And Ye Jinghong smiled bitterly, the black-clothed cultivator in front of him was superb, the key was that he didn't know who the other party was?

"If you kill me, I will never complain, I just ask you to let her go."

Ye Jinghong let go of Long Kexin's hand, and the words just now came from his heart.

As soon as Ye Jinghong's hand was released, Long Kexin had an extra water sword in his hand, and he couldn't help but assassinate the black clothes and left.

In the face of Long Kexin's sudden attack, the masked black-clothed man just shook his head slightly, and then the spear in his hand spun in bursts, and in just three moves, Long Kexin was defeated.

was hit hard by the black clothes on the shoulder and fell in front of Ye Jinghong.

"Kexin, we are no match for them at all." Ye Jinghong hurriedly helped Long Kexin up.

Ran Long Kexin's personality is indeed extremely stubborn, knowing that he is not capable of being an enemy, he still has to fight to the death with this black cloth.

"You go."

Long Kexin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the person burst out again, killing the black clothes and leaving.

Long Kexin's cultivation can be described as worlds different from black.

However, Ye Jinghong, who was observant, could see that for some reason, this black cloth had never had a murderous intent, or Long Kexin was afraid that he would have been killed a long time ago.

"Ye Jinghong, you go quickly." Long Kexin urged Dao Ye Jinghong again.

Maybe she didn't want to kill Heiyi not only to avenge Biyou, but more importantly, to delay time for Ye Jinghong.

Ye Jinghong has always been selfish, and at a critical moment, all he wants is to protect himself, because he believes that as long as he lives, he has a chance.

It was precisely because of this that he had slowly grown from a weak to strong, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to defeat Ye Chen, the wizard and the like.

However, seeing Long Kexin fighting hard, the key is that the disparity between the enemy and me is simply worlds apart, and he did not intend to retreat, but instead took a deep breath and prepared to fight.

He is not stupid, maybe this black cloth can kill him in a moment, and he is useless at this moment.

It's a big deal, and I made the worst plan in my heart.

However, the cultivation of the black clothes was even more terrifying than Ye Jinghong imagined.

At this moment, the black clothes knocked Long Kexin down again, and he didn't stop for a moment at all, and the spear was free in his hand, and with the power of thunder, he assassinated Ye Jinghong.

Although Ye Jinghong is weak in cultivation, he has a keen perception.

The spear stabbed, and Ye Jinghong dodged behind the black cloth with a breath.

With a flash of golden light, the Sunset Treasure Knife came out of its sheath and slashed directly at the head of the black-clothed man without thinking.

Ye Jinghong's speed may have shocked the black clothes who had cultivated a superb amount in their hearts.

However, practicing the royal way, Ye Jinghong struck hard, and there was no pressure on this black cloth at all.

I saw that his spear seemed to sense something, and quickly blocked the broadsword.

At the same time, the black cloth kicked out and directly kicked Ye Jinghong away.

"Ye Jinghong." Long Kexin shouted, spun around, and the water sword stabbed the black cloth again.

Although the black clothes did not kill Long Kexin, Long Kexin was not afraid of life and death, which really made him difficult to deal with.

Thinking of this, Heiyi decided to directly hit Long Kexin into a serious injury, making him incapacitated.

With a palm, a cloud of black smoke gathered into a black ball and hit the chest of the flying Long Kexin.

The result can be imagined, Long Kexin, who was hit hard, wailed and fell directly to the ground.

I wanted to get up and fight again, but a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and the person fainted on the ground and lost his movement.

Ye Jinghong, who was kicked away, saw this scene, the corners of his eyes were moist, he clenched the big knife, and slowly stood up like a giant.

I have no intention of running away, I just want to use what I have learned in my life to fight to the death with this unfathomable black cloth.

Although he knew in his heart that he must be the one who failed, there was only one word in his mind, and that was "war".

The black clothes did not attack immediately this time, but stared at Ye Jinghong's red eyes, and actually spoke.

"Boy, although you are only a mortal, if you don't die today, he will definitely be my fierce rival in the Great Netherworld."

"Who are you? I have no intention of making enemies against anyone, so why should I be slain? Ye Jinghong asked, wondering in his heart, who is this black cloth and why he said this.

"Hahaha......" The black man let out a long laugh, and at the same time, the spear standing in front of him, the black qi swirled along the spear, like two black dragons.

"Wait until you're dead to ask someone else, right?"

After finishing speaking, the black-clothed spear and his body approached Ye Jinghong.

Ye Jinghong knew that he was invincible, but all along, he never gave up, or he didn't fight, but as long as there was a breath left, the battle would not end.

Using his comprehension of the shape-shifting step, coupled with the Qi Escape Technique he learned from the Triangle Immortal, he made a quick blitz.

The black clothes with superb cultivation were once again disappointed.

Perhaps in the face of the unfathomable black clothes of cultivation, although Ye Jinghong is not capable of the enemy, he can escape calmly.

It's just that at this moment, Ye Jinghong has no intention of running away in his heart, although he can dodge freely, he still thinks of attacking in his heart.

Stepping back, Ye Jinghong waved his golden knife, and the heavens and the earth were overshadowed, and they slowly dimmed.

The surrounding light, Ye Jinghong gathered in front of him, and kept circling.

"Heguang Dafa, it seems that my decision is right." The man in black smiled coldly between his eyebrows.

Ye Jinghong couldn't understand the meaning of this guy's words, and he still had a delusion in his mind that he could use the immortal technique learned by the Great Immortal to kill this black cloth with one blow.

Wanguang gathered in one place, Ye Jinghong's big knife pointed at the black clothes, and a ball of flame rolled towards the black clothes like lightning.

The black cloth had no intention of dodging at all, and the spear slammed into the flame ball of the light.

"Boom!" With an explosion, the sky that had just lost color suddenly turned bright, and the flame balls were scattered.

Look at Ye Jinghong again, the moment he used his true qi too violently, and the gathering flame ball was shattered, a mouthful of blood of ten thousand spirits gushed out of his mouth like a fountain.

The man took three steps back and leaned against a small tree in the forest, looking a little wooden.

"You kid has some skills, and you just have to use any other skills."

As the black clothes spoke, the spear in his hand came out of his hand, as if someone controlled it, and stabbed Ye Jinghong's body.

Ye Jinghong's physical exertion was serious, and he wanted to stop for a while, but when he saw the spear coming, he couldn't just grab it.

Use the whole body to lack the technique, and a qi dodge.

After such a few twists and turns, the black cloth was obviously annoyed in his heart, his cultivation was much higher than Ye Jinghong, but he couldn't kill the other party.

In fact, Ye Jinghong was even more miserable, just now he used the Immortal Technique Heguang Dafa to exhaust his physical strength, and now he has repeatedly used the Qi Escape Technique to dodge, and he has consumed little of his remaining physical strength.

However, this could not escape the eyes of the superb black clothes, Ye Jinghong gasped, relaxed slightly, and the spear stabbed Ye Jinghong's body.

"Boy, aren't you very good at running, why don't you run?"

Blood was rolling in Ye Jinghong's body, the pain in his heart made him unbearable, and the fear of death was approaching, but his eyes looked at Long Kexin who was fainting in the distance, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

This continent is really full of dangers, and for a period of time here, the four sects and eight sects have been fighting and killing, and the key is that they are also inexplicably involved in the struggle.

Death is not very frightening for Ye Jinghong, but he just hopes that this Long Kexin can live safely.

"Who the hell are you?" Ye Jinghong's words were extremely weak.

"Humph!" The black cloth snorted coldly, and the spear Ye Jinghong's body flipped over, and he said in his mouth: "Die!" ”

"Ahh Ye Jinghong screamed heartbreakingly.

However, when his body was about to be crushed, he still thought about fighting.

Suddenly clenched his fists, and the air around him flowed rapidly.

With a breath still alive and the battle not stopping, Ye Jinghong used the last remaining strength of his body.

And this scene in black is Da Dun, who pulled out his spear and naturally retreated a few steps.

"Ten thousand knives to the heart."

Ye Jinghong was also stunned, he just wanted to use his spare strength to use the immortal skills taught by the water monster, obviously this skill made this masked black cloth feel afraid.

The air flowed rapidly, and countless large knives composed of air appeared behind Ye Jinghong.

Suddenly, his hands were spread flat, and countless large knives attacked the masked black clothes.

Obviously, beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the black cloth, and when the ten thousand knives attacked, he also hurriedly waved his spear to block.

"Bell! ......The invisible air knives were shot down one by one by the spears.

Heiyi was shocked in his heart, knowing that he was not fooled, but Ye Jinghong, who was injured by himself, had already disappeared.

Looking not far away, even Long Kexin was taken away by Ye Jinghong.

Rumors kill people, and the reason why the black clothes are frightened and retreat is because he knows that returning ten thousand swords to the heart is one of the skills that the peerless demon king makes good of.

So much so that he forgot that no matter what kind of immortal technique, he could only exert his greatest skill after cultivating the transcendence.

"Ye Jinghong, next time I see you, you definitely don't have such good luck."

The black-clothed man lifted his veil as he spoke, revealing a stubble on his face, this person was none other than Zhu Kongran, the rising star of the Tianshan Sect.