The entire white thread crumbled in half.

A sword light appeared, soaring into the sky, gushing out of the white thread, as if it wanted to tear the sky.

The terrifying power vibrated wildly, surging in all directions.

Bang!

The young man in the robe was directly shocked and flew out.

The dust in his hand broke, which caused him to receive a huge backlash, and a mouthful of blood spurted out suddenly.

"Oh no!"

The appearance of this scene made the sloppy old man who had just escaped change his complexion.

He knew very well how difficult the methods of the Dao-robed young man were.

But even so, it still can't trap the white night.

This made the sloppy old man fall into despair all of a sudden.

They only came here to kill Jiu Linglong, why did they suddenly encounter such a tough opponent?

"Do you want to kill me so much?"

After getting out of trouble in the white night, his eyes were cold.

But the next moment, his figure was gone, and he disappeared from sight again.

On the other hand, the young man in the Taoist robe finally stabilized his body at this moment, and his chest was still rising and falling, as if he had not yet recovered from the backlash just now, and he did not expect the approach of the crisis at all.

"Run!"

But at this moment, the sloppy old man's face changed again, his pupils contracted sharply, as if he saw something, and hurriedly shouted.

In a flash.

Bai Ye had already appeared in front of the young man in the Taoist robe.

"It's over!"

Seeing this, the young man in the Taoist robe sighed in his heart.

He didn't have time to react before he felt a chill coming from his neck.

I saw that the Holy Spirit Sword in Bai Ye's hand had already passed through the neck of the young man in the Taoist robe.

Followed by.

A faint streak of blood appeared.

The head of the young man in the Taoist robe slowly slid down, fell to the ground, and even rolled a few times.

Warm blood poured out.

But the face of the young man in the Taoist robe was always so unbelievable.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

Until his death, the young man in the Dao robe was still in the shock of Bai Ye's strength.

A demi-saint has just fallen!

At this moment, Jiu Linglong was a little petrified.

Even in the Nine Dragons Holy Gate, which is in full swing, the powerhouses of the Semi-Saint Realm are extremely rare, and they have an extremely high status among the sects.

But now, a demi-saint realm powerhouse fell in front of him like this.

For a while, Jiu Linglong couldn't come back to her senses.

But what is even more distracted is the sloppy old man.

He was not sad, but fearful, and deeply hopeless.

He and the young man in the Taoist robe are about the same strength.

Now that the young man in the robe has fallen, he is the only one left, how can he be Bai Ye's opponent?

"Then, you're the only one left!"

At this time, Bai Ye also set his eyes on the sloppy old man.

His face was indifferent, as if his emotions had not been affected by killing a half-saint powerhouse.

"Run!"

Feeling the killing intent in the depths of Bai Ye's eyes, the sloppy old man's heart was cold.

Now, there is only one thought left in his mind.

Escape!

Except to escape, the sloppy old man couldn't think of any way to defeat the white night.

Rumble!

In the next moment.

The sloppy old man shot out a talisman and shot towards the white night, and then exploded.

Meanwhile.

The scruffy old man's figure had melted into the void.

However.

How could Bai Ye let the other party escape so easily?

"Want to escape? Isn't it too simplistic?"

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of Bai Ye's mouth.

The fierce runic light struck, but he was not shaken at all.

Then, he grabbed it with a big hand.

The aura of heaven and earth suddenly became turbulent, turned down, and condensed into a large mudra of aura.

Rumble!

In the end, the aura mudra slapped abruptly and landed on the void.

The void shakes.

The sloppy old man who had just gotten into it fell straight from it.

"You !!"

The sloppy old man was shocked and angry.

He clutched his chest, and was seriously injured again, so that he no longer had the ability to continue fighting.

Until now, the sloppy old man couldn't believe it.

As a semi-saint powerhouse, he was born in Nisamen, and he has always been the only one who hunts others.

But now, in front of Bai Ye, he has no power to fight back at all.

After a fierce battle, Bai Ye didn't lose even a single hair.

"Since you know that I am from the Nishamun, you should understand what the consequences will be if you kill our Nisamen!"

"If you dare to kill the old man, Nisamen will definitely not let you go easily."

The sloppy old man who is in a desperate situation can only move out of the last backer at this moment.

It was his last straw.

"I know!"

"Whoever kills you Nishamun, you Nisamen will hunt me down to the ends of the earth, and I will never die."

Speaking of this, Bai Ye paused and smiled.

Immediately afterward, he changed his words.

"However, I've already killed one of you from Nisamen, and killing another one shouldn't be too much of a problem."

"After all, whoever killed you mudsamon will seek revenge on me no matter what."

As he spoke, Bai Ye slowly approached the sloppy old man.

"No! It won't!"

"As long as you are willing to let the old man go, when the old man returns, he will inevitably blame others for this matter."

"Kowloon Holy Gate...... Right! Isn't the Nine Dragons Holy Gate aimed at you? The old man can blame the Holy Gate of Kowloon for this."

"At that time, wouldn't it be a good thing for me to destroy the Nine Dragons Holy Gate for you?"

Seeing the approaching white night, the sloppy old man's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said.

"Didn't you say that?"

"I know you Nisamen well."

"When I killed your companion, I'm afraid Nisamen already knew about my existence."

"In that case, how can you cover it up for me?"

Bai Ye smiled.

"This ......"

The sloppy old man didn't expect that Bai Ye's understanding of the mud sa gate had reached this level.

Indeed, these killers who came from the mud samon have all been branded.

Once a killer dies, the picture before death will immediately be transmitted back to the mud gate.

"What's more, others are afraid of you, but I'm not afraid!"

"Well, I also want to know, what is the sacredness that will help you revive the mud shamon?"

After saying the last sentence, the last step of the white night also fell.

The Holy Spirit Sword in his hand swung and the sword light flashed.

Bang!

Just like the young man in the Taoist robe, the sloppy old man also fell to the ground.

The second demi-saint just fell?

The appearance of this scene made Jiu Linglong only feel that her breathing had become a little depressed.

Thundered......

That's when it happened.

Because of the death of the sloppy old man, the partition formation shrouded around him also dissipated.

The remnants of the aura after the battle of the half-saint powerhouse quickly spread out.

The next moment, a figure rushed from a distance.

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