The dense fog could not hide such a brilliant red light, and at that time, Zhao Rucheng was about to get up from the ground, and the swarming spirits almost overwhelmed him.

And Du Yehu has arrived!

He didn't even need to move, he was rushed by the strong power of qi and blood, and the nearby spirits collapsed one after another.

Du Yehu was so simple that he directly grabbed Zhao Rucheng's collar and carried him to Ling He's side.

After eating the fierce claw of the resentful ghost, several brothers were worried, but Zhao Rucheng himself did not look like he was injured at all, and shouted angrily: "Hey, hey, I can go by myself!"

Du Yehu ignored it, and ran halfway before throwing the noisy Zhao Rucheng towards Ling He, and at the same time turned around, and smashed his fist wrapped in rich qi and blood power into the resentful ghost.

Let's not talk about Ling He's catch Zhao Rucheng in the air, just talk about Du Yehu's fist.

Compared with the Purple Qi Donglai Sword, the boxing method he cultivated was not good enough, and even the outer gate of the Dao Academy was quite neglected. But when he came, he was extremely violent.

This punch is not to find a gap, but to face the huge claws of the resentful ghost, to force the strong, to attack the attack. The end is fierce and uncasting!

The power of qi and blood like a substance wrapped the iron fist, colliding with the blue-black giant claw, and it was held for a while.

At this moment, Jiang Wang had already swept over again, and the sword light flashed suddenly, cutting through the other eye of the resentful ghost.

"Withdraw!"

Jiang Wang's hand was far away, and Du Yehu also retreated sharply.

And the resentful ghost who was blind on the spot became more and more violent, and a pair of giant claws frantically clawed, stirring the wind around him.

When its attack was a little tired, Jiang Wang turned around again, and the long sword slashed a graceful arc from the air, floating lightly like a fallen leaf on the right claw of the resentful ghost, almost silently. But at the same time as it came into contact with the blue-black claws, it erupted with an incomparable roar!

The third form of the purple qi donglai sword trick killing method is in the favor!

With a single sword, the right claw of the ghost was cut off.

Jiang Wang didn't have any love of fighting, and even began to retreat at the same time as he drew his sword.

The ghost lost his vision, and could only desperately vent to the air in front of him, and at this time, Du Yehu, who was burning with raging blood, had turned to its back and jumped high, he hugged his right hand with his left hand, and his hands were like hammers, slamming into the ghost's hideous head.

Rumble!

Qi and blood wolf smoke restrained ghosts, not to mention how fierce Du Yehu's blow was. The fist, which was wrapped in layers of qi and blood power, exploded the entire head of the resentful ghost in one fell swoop!

Du Yehu couldn't dodge, and was splashed with blue-black blood, but he was quickly burned by the power of qi and blood.

It wasn't until the headless body of the resentful ghost fell that the red light on Du Yehu's body suddenly subsided, and his face instantly turned pale.

Jiang Wang jumped to Du Yehu's side and hugged him, "Brother Tiger, this ......"

Qi and blood, the foundation of people. Jiang Wang is now condensing Dao Yuan, and he must also start with the supply and transfusion of qi and blood. Du Yehu was powerful in the previous moment, and every moment was burning himself. He is not a martial artist specializing in martial arts, so he can't lock such a majestic qi and blood at all. In this battle, he will have to raise for at least five years before he can recover.

The first five years of cultivation are such a long time, not to mention the problem of qi and blood starting to decay after a certain age. One step at a time, one step at a time, which may mean that he has been insulated from the transcendent from then on.

But Du Yehu still did not hesitate or hesitate before. I can't think about it so much at the moment of life and death, and the more this subconscious choice, the more I can verify my heart.

"Little things. Du Yehu secretly adjusted his breath, regained a little strength, and pushed Jiang Wang away, "Lao Tzu has not yet reached the point where he can't walk." Let's go, the situation in the middle palace is definitely more dangerous. ”

Ling He was certainly full of worries, but it was inconvenient to say more at this time. turned Zhao Rucheng into a carry, and then stepped forward to pick up his sword from the remnants of the resentful ghost, and silently supported Du Yehu's side.

He also had burning qi and blood before, but it was only a small amount, and it did not affect the foundation. Therefore, there is still the power to fight for life.

Jiang Wang, as the only intact strongest combat force among the four now, of course, must remain flexible in order to strike at any time. So he just walked in front with his sword, and he didn't mean to take a hand.

Only Zhao Rucheng was still muttering and complaining: "It's still the boss who is caring." The tiger is clumsy, really, carrying me like a chicken, what does it look like? If Miss Miaoyu knows, won't my heroic image be ruined?"

Miaoyu is now the top brand of the three-point aroma building, and she is also the most popular girl in the entire Fengyue Field in Maple Forest City. Zhao Ru has become a pro-Fang Ze, and has already smashed thousands of taels of silver in the Sanfenxiang Building, but has not succeeded so far.

Du Yehu didn't say a word, not that he didn't want to beat him up, or at least scold him, but he really didn't have the strength.

"Come on. Jiang Wang said impatiently: "In addition to the wandering spirits who have no sanity here, they are the resentful ghosts who are confused, who do you want to show the image to?"

"Then who can say for sure?" Zhao Rucheng was on the contrary, he lay on Ling He's back, pointing fingers: "What if there is a beautiful female ghost hiding from me?

Du Yehu was almost dying, and he sat up in shock, and burst out with a little strength to blow up this guy who owed his mouth.

Ling He had already poked the hilt of his sword with his backhand before he could erupt.

"Hiss......" Zhao Rucheng gasped, and his arrogance suddenly disappeared.

......

......

But it was said that behind the heavy fog wall, the central location of Xiaolin Town, that is, in the middle palace of the Nine Palace Array.

A huge whirlpool is slowly turning. It was no longer visible what it was, and everything dissolved in this whirlpool of silence. Nothing but this whirlpool. At the center of the vortex is a pure blackness, as if it can attract people's eyes to it, and no one can get rid of it.

Next to the whirlpool stood four cultivators with a long aura, all of them full of Dao Yuan. All of them are dressed in black robes, and their eyes do not squint.

And not far in front of the whirlpool, there was a house that had been smashed to pieces, and there was nothing left but a brick wall.

The woman in the red robe leaned against the wall, looking languid.

She is tightly wrapped, but it gives people endless temptation. She was holding a small oval mirror in her hand, but what was reflected in the mirror was not her beautiful face, but the figures fighting with resentful ghosts in the Nine Palace Array.

"The disciples of the Maple Forest City Daoist Academy are not very good. Just those few swordsmanship are not bad. The woman in red muttered, turning her hand and putting away the mirror.

"Well, the hour has come. If I knew it was going well, I would have taken a nap. The woman in red yawned and walked towards the whirlpool, "so sleepy......"

Walking in front of this mysterious whirlpool, her expression became a little serious, and she bowed sideways, "Respectfully elder." ”

The four black-robed monks also bowed with her.

So out of the thick fog, a white-haired old man came out. The old man's face was wrinkled like old bark, and his eyes were cloudy, hunched over, and even staggered.

But as he walked step by step, his back straightened inch by inch, and the momentum of the whole person continued to skyrocket.

He didn't pay attention to the girl in red and the others, just stared at the whirlpool, as if staring at his eternal love, and his eyes were extremely reverent.

By the time he reached the whirlpool, his momentum was already like an abyss, overwhelming people.

The red-robed woman's head was lower.

The white-haired old man gathered his ring finger and tail finger, and put his thumb, index finger, and middle finger in a triangular shape over his heart, and recited softly, "The bottom of the Lethe River, the abyss of the Yellow Spring." Honor the gods and return to the world, and the candle shines on the world. ”

Then he took out a white bone dagger, and simply inserted it into his heavenly spirit cover, and the whole person fell straight into the whirlpool!