Qing Wu was paying attention to Ling Feng all the time, and at this time, he suddenly felt the resoluteness of Ling Feng's gaze, and an ominous premonition rose from his heart, he knew this uncle best, proud and conceited, and could not tolerate anyone who violated the rules.

His principles forced him to kill the ghost of Han Xiao, and his pride and conceit did not allow him to rescue anyone.

However, seeing the sad and resolute eyes of the object of her admiration, her heart hurt uncontrollably, "Uncle Shi, Qing Wu is willing to kill this ghost side by side with you." ”

As she spoke, she took two steps forward, pinched a sword trick in her right hand, and pointed in the direction where Han Xiao was, and the long sword behind her back seemed to be a summoned soldier, and it suddenly came out of its sheath and flew parallel to her arm.

When Ling Feng heard this, he squinted at Qing Wu, his eyes were cold and stern, "Go back!"

The cold voice was like a thunderbolt that made Qing Wu's face stunned, and the spiritual power in her body forgot to operate, and the long sword flying beside her lost the traction of spiritual power, and fell to the bluestone slab with a bang.

Ling Feng didn't look at Qing Wu again, let out a long roar, and walked towards Han Xiao, every time he took a step forward, there would be an extra thunderbolt under his feet, and the thunder light exploded the ground, raising wisps of white smoke.

The ancestor of the Wang family, who had been silent, suddenly had a light in his eyes at this moment, "Lei Fa is natural, he will integrate himself into Lei Fa, exhaust the true yuan in his body, and die with the enemy, the people of the Dragon and Tiger Sect are really ruthless enough." ”

When the group of immortal cultivators saw Ling Feng stepping on the heavenly thunder and holding a thunder sword, they couldn't help but show a look of shock when they saw Ling Feng stepping on the thunder sword in his hand, and they all looked shocked.

"The Fa Lei of Dragon Tiger Mountain and the Fu Lei of the Danding Dharma Sect are the strongest Lei Fa among the four major sects, I hope Senior Ling can kill this ghost this time!" A disciple of the Lingyin Sect watched the ghost in front of him get stronger and stronger, and couldn't help but lose confidence in Ling Feng, a foundation-building powerhouse.

At this time, Han Xiao's gloomy gaze looked at Ling Feng who was rushing over, the hatred in his eyes stained everything around him with a layer of death intent, and his body shook, and the crow with his eyes closed fell from his body, and before the crow could scold Han Xiao, he saw that he had turned into a thick cloud of black smoke and roared towards Ling Feng.

In an instant, a person and a ghost arrived in one place, and after the white thunder light met with the black dead air, thousands of thunder lights suddenly burst out, and the thunder light quickly extended in an arc, wrapping Han Xiao in the thunder light.

Han Xiao did not show weakness, the black gas on his body seemed to have life, and a cloud of ink gas the size of a bean dot bounced up, turned into a humanoid skeleton, opened his mouth, and bit hard at the thunderbolt.

Ling Feng consumed the true yuan of his whole body and integrated it into the thunder law in the laws of heaven and earth, even if he was thunder and thunder, he could manipulate the will of the void and hidden thunder within a radius of one mile at will, so the thunder he released could forcibly reach the power of the Jiedan realm, and it was difficult for anyone in the foundation building to be his opponent.

Han Xiao absorbed the rain full of death intent and became stronger, and Han Xiao's comprehension of death intent also changed qualitatively under the rain washing with the breath of resentment.

The two of them can be said to be equal, the black and the white are under the night sky, flickering bright and dark.

When Ling Feng gained the upper hand, the surrounding monks could feel the sound of muffled thunder exploding around them;

When Han Xiao has the upper hand, the surrounding monks will feel a cold air attacking, that cold air soaks into the body, even the monks can't help but beat a few cold energy in a row, what they don't know is that every tremor of their body will take away a trace of their vitality, like a flowing river water back to Han Xiao's body.

In this battle of life and death, it seems that Ling Feng has the approval of the laws of heaven and earth, and he can mobilize the thunder around him at will, and his momentum is stronger than Han Xiao. However, due to the limitations of his cultivation, his thunder will is slowly weakening with the consumption of spiritual power, and there is always a time when it will be exhausted.

However, Han Xiao is different, as long as all the resentment and death qi around him are the same as him, he can use the fear of all living beings to extract the vitality from them and transform it into his power. As a result, the monks here became an inexhaustible source of strength for him.

Soon half an hour passed, the thunder light that was dazzling at the beginning had become dim, and the monk with good eyes could see the small black skeleton attached to the thunder light, biting out many tooth marks on the thunder light, and even cracking and breaking in some places, turning into black gas and being absorbed by Han Xiao.

Seeing this, Ling Feng did not have a trace of fear, but his fighting intent became even stronger.

He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, which stained the body of his sword, and suddenly the white thunder was also dyed blood red, turning into blood thunder.

The blood of the human body is pure yang, and the blood on the tip of the tongue is the most yang in the blood, with the blessing of the pure yang blood, those small black skeleton quilts released by Han Xiao are like water droplets sprinkled into the oil pot, and they evaporate after a few explosions.

The blood thunder broke free from its restraints and frantically whipped away at the ink qi that Han Xiao had turned into.

At this moment, the black qi that Han Xiao had turned into suddenly turned into a huge ghost face, which had two rows of blood-red fangs, and his eyes were as blue as ice, staring at the blood thunder, and shooting out blue ice flames from his eyes, wrapping the blood thunder in a layer of blue ice.

At the same time, I only heard Han Xiao let out a loud roar, and a powerful impact force pressed towards the blood thunder, which was like all frozen things, breaking and shattering in the impact of gravity.

The impact shattered the blood thunder, and the remaining strength did not decrease, like a stormy wave, it directly rushed towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng felt a powerful force rushing towards him, and he had never had a strong sense of life and death crisis, gritting his teeth, he pinched a sword trick in his left hand and swung it out, and the long sword beside him suddenly rushed towards the impacting force.

The two collided together halfway, and suddenly, the five-grade spirit sword was actually broken by Shengsheng, and it aroused two strong forces, respectively towards Han Xiao and Ling Feng.

Both of them were at the end of their crossbows at this time, and under this powerful impact, Ling Feng's body was swept out dozens of zhang away, and he fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

Han Xiao was no better, under the strong impact, the face of fear also returned to its human form, and fell heavily on the ground, smashing the ground into a big pit, and the black gas of the body was like water in a pothole, splashing out most of it, and the thick black body became gray again.

Han Xiao weakly put his hands on the top of the pit, and with a strong support, his body was propped up, and at this moment, a huge pain spread in his body, and the strength of his body was suddenly blocked, and he fell heavily into the pit.

Ye Hong, who was ugly in front of Han Xiao, has been paying attention to Han Xiao's every move, seeing that Han Xiao did not die under the bombardment of Ling Feng and thunder, and finally disabled the other party, which made him a little more frightened of Han Xiao, and gloated about Ling Feng, and said in his heart that let your kid be strong, or lose in the hands of ghosts, thinking of this, the injured mind is balanced a lot.

At this moment, he saw that the ghost thing that had made him lose face was so weak that he could not get up when he fell to the ground, and his eyes flashed with excitement and cruelty.

He licked the corners of his mouth that were chapped with excitement, "Damn the ghost, Ling Feng's cowardice can't destroy you, I, Ye Hong, am not a coward, I don't want to kill you today." ”

As he spoke, he was afraid that others would take this opportunity, so he put a wind talisman on his leg, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Han Xiao.

When he arrived, he regretted it again, the strength of this ghost in front of him was terrifying, although this ghost was extremely weak now, but Yu Wei still existed in his heart.

His eyes rolled, and he pinched a finger in his right hand, and pointed a little towards Han Xiao, and a wave of energy flew towards Han Xiao like a sharp blade, stabbing in Han Xiao's body.

Han Xiao snorted lightly, because his weak and slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and when he saw Ye Hong, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Hong saw the extra weird smile on her gloomy face, she panicked for no reason, and involuntarily took two steps back, and then looked at Han Xiao, only to see that the curvature of Han Xiao's mouth was even more curved, as if laughing at his timidity.

Ye Hong was furious in his heart, but thinking of the trickery in front of him, he was about to be killed every time he saw it, but every time he could miraculously counter the other party.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him, and subconsciously looked back, it was the cold of the Danding Dharma Sect, and the fierce light in his eyes flashed with blood, Ye Hong was taken aback.

To say that the most hated Han Xiao here is Leng Shu, it is the powerful ghost in front of him who destroyed his pride little by little, took away his dignity little by little, and became the biggest obstacle in his heart, if he can't kill this powerful ghost in front of him with his own hands, his cultivation will stop in the condensing realm.

"His life, I want it coldly. Leng Shu's voice was cold, and he walked past Ye Hong step by step.

Ye Hong smiled, he was really afraid of the ghost in front of him, even if the other party was weak and couldn't stand up. However, he had already let out the words just now, and when he saw that the demon in front of him always had that terrible smile on his face, he regretted it.

However, just when he regretted it, a person suddenly appeared who was willing to take on his task, so he wanted to send this favor to him, "Brother Leng, this ghost is so evil, you have to be careful." ”

Leng Shu didn't answer him, and walked towards Han Xiao step by step.

At this time, a middle-aged man beside Wang Zhen suddenly said to Wang Zhen: "Ancestor, let this kid kill that ghost, won't we avenge Han'er's revenge?"

It was Wang Han's father Wang Cheng who spoke, and his cultivation had also reached the early stage of foundation building, and when he saw Ai'er being brutally killed by a ghost, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, but he didn't dare to act because of Wang Zhen's majesty.

Wang Zhen squinted at Wang Cheng and said lightly: "Is there a part of your speech here?"

Wang Cheng only felt that the heavy pressure fell on him, which made him panic, the sweat on his forehead kept dripping, he was afraid, and knelt down with weak legs, "Grandson knows that he is wrong, and begs the ancestor to punish him." ”

Wang Zhen's gaze retracted from him, "For the sake of your heartache of losing your son, forget it this time." ”

Wang Cheng did not have Wang Zhen's gaze on his body, and the sense of coercion on his body suddenly decreased by half, and when he heard Wang Zhen say this, he sighed in his heart.