Ye Ling's punch was in the middle of the angle, and the strength was old.

Duan Hanyuan's eyes darkened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his front teeth fell down, and his heart trembled in pain.

To deal with spellcasters, there are thousands of spell-breaking formulas, spells, and magic weapons in this world......

However, when you're face to face with the caster, there's only one way to interrupt his spell, and that's by waving your fist.

The giant ice pick hanging in mid-air lost the blessing of Duan Hanyuan's spiritual power and fell vertically to the ground.

At this time, it happened to catch up with a team of more than a dozen mountain ghosts, regrouped, and swore to support a vicious battle on the snowfield.

The icicle smashed down, instantly extinguishing their enthusiasm and extinguishing the fire of their lives.

"Uh......!"

The 10,000-strong mountain ghost clan sergeants were hit many times, they were already dead and wounded, and finally a few of them were still active, but they were actually stoned to death by their own spells, Duan Hanyuan was really angry.

He regretted a little, he didn't hold a sword back then, he learned a one-and-a-half-move, Ye Ling's force was too strong, and the ice ghost spell he had prepared for a long time was useless.

He tried to make a move, but he was greeted with an even sharper punch.

In addition to the physical pain, what made Duan Hanyuan feel even more uncomfortable was the insult from the dignity of the enemy.

Ye Ling shook his body, ran through his waist and back, and made several laps in succession.

Duan Hanyuan's soul was almost scattered, and his spells were scattered.

The cold aura in the pupils of the beasts began to subside, and they gradually broke away from the oppression of the spell.

Some of the fierce beasts with fragile bodies, after the spell disappeared, fell directly to the ground, without breath.

Others feel angry and ashamed because they are being controlled.

They no longer simply attacked Hong Yuanjun, but began to attack each other.

There are a few spiritually advanced ones who come straight to this cold abyss......

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

A special presence appeared on the battlefield: Fortune.

He had been hiding under the wings of the silver-maned beast, and when he saw that the beasts were out of control, he hurriedly jumped out and pulled Xiaotang's arm.

"From now on, I say a word, you learn a word. ”

"Ah, why?" Xiao Tang kept waving the Flower Spirit Staff, saying as he fought.

"Leave it alone, start talking now!mu

u

a，kayakaku。 ”

Xiaotang looked suspicious, and shouted out this mysterious and obscure language.

The chaotic battlefield instantly drowned out Xiaotang's voice.

But a magical scene happened.

These fierce beasts all stopped their movements and lowered their heads to face Xiaotang, as if they were ...... Bow down the same.

The battle paused, and everyone fell silent.

“siwiei，hiyi。 ”

Xiaotang continued to imitate.

After saying these three sentences, these fierce beasts once again burst out and roared loudly.

It's just that this time, their targets have all turned into Duan Hanyuan, and the mountain ghost camp behind him!

"Hmph!" Zhao Cai's round body stood on the saddle of the silver-maned beast, his arms crossed his waist, so imposing.

"Zhaocai, you are so amazing!" Xiaotang praised without hesitation.

Zhaocai laughed a few times, and didn't tell Xiaotang that he was just a "fox and a fake tiger".

Duan Hanyuan exerted the little strength he had left, dodging the attacking beast, Ye Ling pressed his elbow against his neck, and fought hard, he fell down fiercely, and was almost trampled into flesh by the fierce beast.

The mountain ghost camp completely collapsed, and each of these fierce beasts was like a bad star, and they didn't know how to flinch when they slashed and axed.

The surviving mountain ghosts, reduced to pieces under their claws and fangs, even those with weapons in their hands, were not spared.

"A bunch of waste! The Mountain Ghost Clan is a bunch of sick people!" Duan Hanyuan scolded angrily.

"Oh?" Ye Ling picked his chin, "Slandering people like this, aren't you a waste?"

"I-" Duan Hanyuan was just about to speak, when Ye Ling slammed another punch into his face.

"Ye Ling!" he covered his face, covered his arms in front of him, and suddenly shouted loudly, "There is no grudge between us, why do you want to bite me?!"

When Ye Ling heard this, he was laughed at angrily.

"I, Ye Ling, what I hate most in my life is the person who betrays the country and surrenders to the enemy, to people like you, I can't wait to pull your tendons and pick your skin!"

As he spoke, Ye Ling raised his sword and stabbed straight into Duan Hanyuan's right leg, and suddenly a blood hole appeared, and Duan Hanyuan knelt on one knee in pain.

"Rebel...... Country?" Duan Hanyuan gritted his teeth, "This world will soon fall into great chaos, and the mortal realm is meaningless to gods, ghosts and demons!"

"I know better than you what the future holds for this world. ”

Ye Ling realized that there was too much nonsense between himself and this wicked man, so he immediately raised his sword again and stabbed Duan Hanyuan at the vital position with a sword.

However, what Ye Ling didn't expect was that Duan Hanyuan didn't dodge or dodge in the face of this mortal blow, and let him attack, with a yin owl smile on his face.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", while the blade pierced into Duan Hanyuan's body, it seemed that a thin needle also hit Ye Ling's body.

Suddenly, Ye Ling felt a dizziness in front of him.

In the flames in the camp, several black shadows seemed to appear, flying quickly towards Ye Ling's side.

Ye Ling wanted to turn his head, but he almost fell to the ground because of this small movement.

"Am I poisoned?" a guess flashed through his mind.

In Ye Ling's opinion, this is simply impossible.

The cultivation of the Pinghai Realm is already enough to dissolve all the poisons in the mortal world.

There was a burning pain in his chest, and then, Ye Ling felt an invisible claw, clamping his heart tightly.

Those black shadows were getting closer and closer, it was a group of mountain ghosts with black cloaks, one of them, glanced at Ye Ling with mocking eyes, and then pulled Duan Hanyuan away in front of him.

With this sword, Ye Ling stabbed off, half an inch away from Duan Hanyuan's fatal point.

Ye Ling really wanted to stop the other party from saving people, but he couldn't even sense his dantian.

The meridians seem to be breaking one by one.

The last bit of reason told him that there is only one poison in this world that can make him feel this way, the poison of killing gods!

How is this possible......

The poison of killing gods, specially used to execute the sin immortals who violated the ban, in addition to Yaoshan, there are a small amount of remnants in the Penglai Immortal Palace and the Stygian Blood Prison.

However, whether it is the poison itself or the recipe for its production, it is an untold secret in the hands of the top managers of the upper realm.

Not to mention Duan Hanyuan, even the immortals in the upper realm didn't know where the poison of killing gods was.

Being able to encounter this kind of poison in the mortal world, Ye Ling never expected it......

After demolishing the mountain ghost camp, the beasts scattered and left.

The battle was a great victory, and the sergeants cheered.

Ye Ling's companions gathered around, wanting to share the joy of victory with Ye Ling.

"Don't move!" Zhang Bu said sharply: "Ye Ling's face is wrong. ”