In the face of these little demons, the monks escaped smoothly, after all, there was no need for them to waste the little immortal energy in their bodies, they just cared about dodging and evacuating.

Mo Taibai took the lead, and the fingertip flame sword dance was Ling Ran in an orderly manner, and with the sword qi falling from the sky, they had already fled for two miles.

Originally, the demon clan in this direction was not so dense, so they could also see the end.

But just when they thought they could evacuate so easily, the demon in front of them gradually retreated on their own, and what gradually appeared in their field of vision was a luxurious carriage with gilded edges.

And the demonic aura emanating from this carriage is undoubtedly the same as the previous banshee's super-small sense of coercion.

As Mo Taibai stopped, the hundreds of monks behind him also followed and stopped their hurried footsteps.

"Where do you want to escape?"

There was a frightening, shrill voice from the carriage:

"Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, in the past eighteen years, I have humiliated the descendants of the affiliated wolf clan of my Purple Moon Wolf Clan, and it is time to settle this account. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the curtain was slowly opened, and out of the carriage came a middle-aged man in a luxurious purple robe, who looked very treacherous and cunning.

This middle-aged man is not his first appearance, he is the uninvited guest who came on behalf of the Purple Moon Wolf Clan in the Qingqiu Fox Clan two years ago with the 'Royal Family Post'.

The current patriarch of the Purple Moon Wolf Clan, Lang Yin.

At this time, Lang Yin was calmly fanning his folding fan in his hand, and the traitor with a face was looking at Mo Taibai, because he could see at first glance that among the fleeing monks, his strength was the strongest.

Suddenly, a sword qi slashed from the sky, Lang Yin's face sank suddenly, the folding fan slammed together, and with a decisive wave, it was directly a crescent-like purple demonic qi slashing out.

"Boom~" sounded, and the sword qi instantly offset in mid-air.

His eyes showed a fierce light, revealing a coldness like a wolf, but when he saw the sky not far away, and was about to swing out the sword qi again, a sedan chair had already hovered in front of the sword-wielding young man, he smiled contemptuously, and then shifted his gaze to Mo Taibai's body again.

Lang Yin pretended to be chic and opened the folding fan:

"Boy, do you want to be a hero?"

Mo Taibai's eyes were cold and bright, like a fire color.

Lang Yin smiled, and immediately ordered:

"None of you are allowed to make a move, let this king have fun today~"

His words fell, setting off the cheers of the crowd around him.

For the four royal families of the demon world, human monks never dared to provoke easily, after all, since they dared to be respected in the demon world, they must have the strength to be able to maintain their status.

Therefore, as soon as the Purple Moon Wolf Clan in front of them appeared, all the monks gasped, and their faces all bowed.

Lang Yin slowly approached, and said with a smile as he walked:

"Originally, I wanted to test whether your bluffing sword array was powerful, but I was preempted by the eldest sister of the dark crow, and somehow taught her to eat deflated, and they are all four royal families, and this revenge must also be avenged, otherwise the face of the demon clan will be trampled on. ”

Mo Taibai took a step forward, protected An Ran and Yu Xiaohuan behind him, and then said softly:

"Look for a chance to go. ”

Before An Ran nodded in response, he had already turned into a streamer and galloped away. In less than a breath, he appeared in front of Lang Yin, and the fingertip flame sword swung horizontally, and the fire rose to the sky.

The corners of Lang Yin's mouth lifted lightly, the folding fan closed suddenly, and the purple demonic qi suddenly converged on the folding fan, although this folding fan was not wooden, but it was not cold iron bronze, and it could block the Yan Sword in an instant.

Mo Taibai's brows furrowed, and the Yan Sword disappeared instantly, but the moment his fingertips went around the folding fan, the Yan Sword reappeared, and at this time, it was less than half a foot away from the monster's neck.

Lang Yin sneered unhurriedly, "Yo Yo~", and the next moment, he suddenly saw a purple crescent moon appear at the center of his eyebrows, just like the same crescent moon on the totem of their Purple Moon Wolf Clan.

Purple demonic light instantly bloomed from the crescent moon.

Mo Taibai subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

In the next moment, Lang Yin still swung a heavy punch, full of strength, and the sound of breaking the air came from his ears.

Before the Yan Sword could cut into Lang Yin's body, Mo Taibai had already been hammered out with a punch, drawing a parabola in the air, and then fell heavily on the ground seven or eight steps away from Lang Yin.

All the monks were startled, and they were all so frightened that they involuntarily slowly took a few steps back.

But if they never move forward, they will never be able to escape, and cowardice can only trap them in this unstoppable demon army.

Mo Taibai slowly stood up, the mud had already made his clothes dirty.

I saw him take a deep breath, and the diffuse water vapor rose around him again.

Lang Yin smiled:

"It seems that you really have some skills~"

Mo Taibai smiled coldly:

"You've thoroughly intrigued me, too. ”

When the words fell, I saw his palm flip lightly, and a brown-yellow gourd the size of his head appeared on his left hand, and I saw that he pulled the cork, and a strong aroma of wine still reached Lang Yin's nose under the washing of this autumn rain.

"Wine?" Lang Yin smiled:

"Wine is timid?"

When they heard that it was wine, even the monks were shocked.

When is this still time to drink!?

But in the midst of these doubts, only Ye Tiantian, An Ran and the rest of the sword immortals were shocked and happy.

This drunken world is incredible~

A full gourd of wine is enough for the weight of a jar of wine, 'gurgling' into the stomach, looking very bold.

Lang Yin actually waited for him for a while, and when he threw the gourd seemingly casually, but hung it on An Ran's spear, Lang Yin suddenly moved!

Feeling the different momentum of Mo Taibai from before, Lang Yin became more and more curious and found it interesting.

The fluttering body, surrounded by mist that wants to cover the sight, seems to be in a fairyland.

I don't know how I felt Lang Yin's flying blow to the heavy leg, Mo Taibai just dodged it very casually, and then before Lang Yin turned around and kicked back, Mo Taibai's fingertips ignited flames again.

A sword qi slashed out, Lang Yin quickly bowed down, and at this moment, Mo Taibai magically appeared under him, as if he had already predicted his movements.

Yan Jian stabbed at his back, Lang Yin quickly turned over and skillfully dodged, but the next moment he suddenly felt a pain in his waist.

The sound of breaking wind entered his ears, and the next moment Lang Yin was already kicked out, and this kick was full of strength.

It was precisely at this opportunity that An Ran had a wind under his feet and quickly rushed forward.

Even all the monks were all in unison, bypassing Lang Yin at this moment and continuing their escape.

Lang Yin, who had not yet landed in the air, cursed secretly in his heart when he saw this, and then the demonic aura suddenly surged, and a fine light burst out from the purple moon in the center of his eyebrows, and the target was An Ran, who was the first to pick up the leak and run out.

However, the essence light had just burst out, and a human monk with flames burning all over his body in the rain suddenly appeared in front of the essence light, and then he saw that the fingertip flame sword swept away.

Urging the demonic qi in his body, Lang Yin had already risen into the air before he could land, and while Mo Taibai was resisting the essence light, he held the folding fan back, and the index fingers and middle fingers of both hands were together, and they were all on the temples.

"Purple Moon Calm Down!"

With his deep drink, the demonic qi also seemed to be sucked away by the crescent moon in an instant at this moment.

In the next moment, a purple crescent moon suddenly appeared in front of him, and the purple light on it shone brightly, like the moon shining on the earth, and the purple light on its crescent moon pierced through the rain curtain and instantly shone on the monk who was fleeing in a hurry.

Purple light sprinkled on their bodies, and the next moment their bodies seemed to be out of control, and they were all frozen there. It was like a bright torch burning on a summer night, and the light shone on the frog's body, and it didn't move.

Lang Yin smiled ecstatically, and then saw that his demonic aura gradually gathered on the folding fan that had been stretched out in his hand.

The purple light flickered, and the demonic energy gradually transformed into a purple crescent, and on this crescent moon, I felt a chill in my back.

With a sudden flip of his wrist, the crescent moon burst out, like a scimitar, wrapped in a violent demonic aura and the sharp bow body, and quickly flew towards the monks.

"Woo Woo Woo~"

The monks in the vicinity were the first to have their throats slit, and blood poured down the rain.

There was a loud noise on the side of him, and he saw that Mo Taibai had already dispersed the essence light, but it was impossible for him to rush to save people.

Sure enough, before Mo Taibai arrived, suddenly a purple light in his eyes seemed to be compressed to the extreme, and with a "boom", the wind howled, and a mushroom-like smoke and dust about ten feet high rose into the rain curtain sky.

Mo Taibai, who was in a hurry, was also shocked by the aftermath and walked dozens of steps away.

A startled Mo Taibai swallowed a mouthful of saliva deeply.

"You...... Kill them!?"

Lang Yin folded a fan to cover his face, his eyes smiled treacherously, and said happily:

"Wouldn't that be more interesting?"

"Interesting?!"

Mo Taibai slowly closed his eyes, stomped on the ground with his right foot, splashed several feet of mud, and stepped out of a deep pit.

Suddenly, the flames in the whole body disappeared, and even the flame sword on the fingertips disappeared with it, as if it was about to give up.

Lang Yin said:

"Yo Yo Yo, don't mind, give up so soon? It's better to play with this king for more hours. ”

Before his words fell, he suddenly saw Mo Taibai suddenly open his eyes, and there was a scorching flame burning in those eyes, and he said angrily and coldly:

"If you don't die, heaven will not tolerate it! Let my flames scorch your evil body!"

Lang Yin was stunned, and his momentum changed again.