Just when Murong Ling was about to look for an opportunity to suppress the so-called Senior Brother Xia, the middle-aged monk in the peak costume opposite Ling Yu and Ye Xinghe suddenly released several strange and powerful moves, and the strong and powerful force forced the two to retreat, seeing that the two of them seemed to be not really good, a gleam flashed in their eyes, and a short dagger in their hands quickly clicked a few times, only to see a little cold light shooting towards Ling Yu and Ye Xinghe.

Murong Ling and Lu Xiao, who were in a bitter battle on the other side, immediately became a little anxious when they saw that Ye Xinghe and the two were facing a crisis, and they gave up the rhythm of fighting steadily with their opponents, and wanted to hurry up to rescue Ye Xinghe and Ling Yu.

"Well done Senior Brother Leng!"

The yellow-faced old man looked slightly excited when he saw that the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes had forced Ling Yu and Ye Xinghe into a dangerous situation, and then the attack in his hand became even more rapid, dragging Murong Ling, who wanted to break away from the battle circle.

"Obediently tie your hands, hand over the secret realm token, maybe leave you a whole corpse!"

"Old immortal fellow, don't rejoice too soon!"

Murong Ling's eyes shot a cold look, and then the crimson long sword in his hand instantly turned into a huge "pillar of light", and one quickly slashed diagonally, slashing fiercely at the yellow-faced old man opposite.

The yellow-faced old man saw that Murong Ling's full force was so powerful, although he didn't care about it, but he didn't dare to relax at all between the shots, the crutches in his hand rotated and rolled, and the "waves" of the True Yuan that were stacked on top of each other confronted Murong Ling's huge sword head-on, and finally the two submerged each other and collapsed.

Murong Ling didn't intend to give up, the long sword in his hand shook, and then there was a burst of sword roars, and then he saw that the void within a radius of dozens of meters around him was suddenly filled with fiery red sharp qi, blending with each other, and then it seemed to be closed into a huge "pincer" towards the yellow-faced old man.

Murong Ling's purpose was very clear, that is, to temporarily repel the yellow-faced old man, as long as the yellow-faced old man could not withstand the pressure and retreated, he could go and rescue Ye Xinghe.

The yellow-faced old man also looked solemn when he saw such a powerful and mysterious attack method, but this person was obviously also an experienced veteran, and he did not intend to retreat, but poured true yuan into his arms, and opened and closed left and right along the crutches. The phantom shadow of the mountain range formed by the majestic True Yuan fan-shaped, facing the "pincers" formed by the crimson True Yuan sword qi in all directions.

The fierce battle between Murong Ling and the yellow-faced old man was full of mystical means between the operation of the moves, but in the outside world, it was only a few breaths.

At the same time, Lu Xiaoyi is qi is like a dragon, and the true yuan sword qi seems to have formed a substance, replacing defense with offense, taking the exercise route of breaking the surface with points, and constantly forming an ominous aura of slaughter in a tricky direction, trying to break through the defense of the young man.

However, the young man with a gloomy face is also very good at cultivating in the way of the sword, and the terrifying energy pointed by the sword blade is constantly expanding rapidly, and Lu Xiao can only deal with this gloomy young monk with all his strength when he sees this.

As for Luo Haisheng, self-preservation is quite reluctant, and at the level of soy sauce, it is obviously useless to expect him to repel the peak qi refining cultivator called Huo Tao opposite.

Li Changyue had been paying attention to the situation in the field from the beginning, and when he found that Ye Xinghe and Ling Yu had fallen into passivity, he had already begun to think of countermeasures in advance.

"These five people on the opposite side are obviously some powerful sect disciples with very rich actual combat experience and very high cultivation realm, even if Murong Ling and Lu Xiaoyi burst out with hidden strength, they won't be able to take advantage of anything!"

"It seems that only from the red-haired middle-aged monk in front of me has opened the gap, and with Elder Du on the side to assist, there is a chance for this matter!"

Li Changyue had already decided to open the gap from the red-haired middle-aged monk in front of him at the beginning, after all, although this red-haired middle-aged cultivator had reached the half-step condensation realm, Li Changyue sensed with his keen divine thoughts that the red-haired middle-aged cultivation and strength should be inferior to the other yellow-faced old men and gloomy-faced youths, which was much easier.

Of course, if the red-haired middle-aged monk in front of him fully reached the strength level of Murong Ling and Lu Xiaoyi, then Li Changyue could only find a way to run away with Du Feiyu first.

In this process, Li Changyue found that the red-haired middle-aged man facing him seemed to be a little contemptuous, so he took advantage of the other party's negligence, deliberately showed a posture of encouragement and support, and at the same time pretended to have an anxious look on his face, and from time to time "urged" Du Feiyu to make some painless restraints on the side.

After more than a dozen rounds, the red-haired middle-aged man mistakenly thought that Li Changyue and Du Feiyu's cultivation was limited after all, and it was difficult for Zhenyuan to maintain a strong output for a long time, so he gradually relaxed his guard and decided to go all out, only to see him urge Zhenyuan to instantly release two red copper-colored dragon and phoenix rings, one large and one small, and under the blessing of the powerful Zhenyuan, they shuttled back and forth like lightning towards Li Changyue and Du Feiyu and attacked.

Although the diameter of the two copper rings is only more than half a foot, under the control of the red-haired middle-aged monk, it is like carrying the power of ten thousand jun, and the speed is extremely fast, and the route is unpredictable. Li Changyue also found that the copper ring wrapped in the crimson true yuan aura seemed to have thin emerald green lines running through it, and the color was just like the turquoise eyes of the red-haired middle-aged.

Li Changyue and Du Feiyu fought and retreated, in the process, constantly urging the treasure weapon in his hand to block the pair of copper rings that were extremely fast and carried huge true yuan power, not to mention, this copper ring treasure seems to be really extraordinary, flipping and jumping back and forth in mid-air, every time it collides with the treasure, there is a violent vibration force, not only that, this pair of copper rings should be controlled by divine thoughts, so the operation is free, the change is free, and it is difficult to resist.

"Haha, it's over, if you can hold on to my son's yin and yang ring for so long, it's good for you two!"

The attack in the red-haired middle-aged monk's hand was also uninterrupted, and the powerful Fire Attribute True Yuan Palm Technique, coupled with this pair of unpredictable copper rings, quickly manifested its powerful power.

When he saw that Li Changyue and Du Feiyu were overstretched under the attack of the Yin and Yang Ring, the red-haired middle-aged man decided to launch a final attack, and at this time, Li Changyue accurately sensed that the power of the red-haired middle-aged monk's divine thoughts was much weaker, and his expression was not as relaxed as at the beginning.

A flash of light flashed in Li Changyue's eyes, and knowing that the opportunity had come, the big sword in his hand suddenly swung into a spiral "chain" of aura, instantly trapping the two copper rings, one large and one small, in the circle of light formed by two larger sword rays.

This sword light was injected into Li Changyue's own divine power, which contained the pure true meaning of the cloud, and the sword with the condensed true element cleverly formed a closed loop under Li Changyue's control, and the soft light curtain formed an isolation zone with the attack power of the sword, defending against the attack of the red-haired middle-aged at the same time, making his son-mother yin and yang ring useless.

The red-haired middle-aged man was taken aback when he saw Li Changyue suddenly make such a move, but after all, it was a half-step condensation realm, so he quickly reacted, slashed forward with one hand, and with a buzzing sound, Zhenyuan formed a sharp arc shape, ready to forcibly break through Li Changyue's enclosed space and regain control of his weapon.

At this time, Du Feiyu, who was originally assisting on the side, and his strength was average, quickly threw out a few light blue balls of light that flashed with lightning, and there seemed to be a dangerous throbbing aura hidden in the balls of light, and he instantly arrived in front of the red-haired middle-aged man.

The red-haired middle-aged man was horrified, but he didn't expect that an old man like the inconspicuous Du Feiyu could actually have such an attack method, so he had no choice but to give up and continue to regain control of the copper ring, and his hands slapped a dense palm shadow, blocking the thunderball cast by Du Feiyu, and the attack rhythm was interrupted.

At the same time, Du Feiyu clenched the silver-white long knife that Li Changyue gave him that day, slashing and intercepting it like clouds and water, and Zhenyuan blocked the arc-shaped Zhenyuan hand knife that the red-haired middle-aged man punched with one hand like a stormy wave.

However, the red-haired middle-aged True Yuan surpassed Du Feiyu in terms of number and purity, and the True Yuan Hand Knife still broke through the sword qi barrier when it was blocked by Du Feiyu's sword qi for a breath, and continued to shoot towards Li Changyue, but the True Yuan Hand Knife became a lot smaller, and the power was much smaller, and it was shattered by the light curtain formed by the sword light outside Li Changyue's body, and it did not pose a threat.

From Li Changyue's sudden counterattack, Du Feiyu closely cooperated to shoot, but it was only a few breaths of time, and the offensive and defensive momentum of the two sides reversed.

Just when the red-haired middle-aged kung fu was interrupted, Li Changyue took the opportunity to completely control the two copper rings, one large and one small, in his hands, and then poured the powerful power of True Yuan into his arm, spit out with one hand, and scattered the divine thoughts and true yuan on the copper ring, and without looking closely, he threw them into the storage bag casually.

"Ah, return my treasure!" The red-haired middle-aged man suddenly found that his son's yin and yang ring had lost control, his face changed drastically, and he shouted.

The red-haired middle-aged man looked at Li Changyue fiercely, as if he was enraged, and then casually burst out with a strong True Yuan palm power, and his body was about to step forward to take back his treasure weapon, but Li Changyue didn't care at this time.

Li Changyue and the others were waiting for this opportunity, he had already keenly sensed that the red-haired middle-aged man-aged control of the letter yin and yang ring was very powerful, but it also consumed true yuan and divine thoughts, and Li Changyue's real strength was originally on par with him, and at this time, seeing that the other party's state had declined, he naturally would not stay any longer.

It seems that Du Feiyu has already agreed, Li Changyue and Du Feiyu did not retreat but advanced, Zhenyuan violently counterattacked towards the red-haired middle-aged like a storm, at this time, the strength of the two was much higher than before, and the red-haired middle-aged man had no time to react, and he was forced into a predicament by the sword qi and sword light.

Li Changyue's big sword moves in his hand at this time are varied, as ethereal as a cloud, and at the same time contain a mountain-like thick and majestic majesty, each time it makes the red-haired middle-aged figure pause for a moment, and Du Feiyu also wielded a gorgeous sword light on the side, and a moment later, the red-haired middle-aged man had a few more wounds on his body under the two of them.