Ling Feng's long sword was sacrificed, and the long sword was no longer blessed by the thunder spiritual power, releasing a power that was better than the power of the thunder spirit, and there was a faint trace of the power of immortal thunder, even if there was only a trace of it, it was several times stronger than the power of the thunder spirit.

"This, this, this sword actually has a soul, little cub, you have to be careful, there is a world of difference between a spirit weapon that has opened a soul and a spirit weapon that has not opened a soul. The crow said to Han Xiao.

Although Han Xiao hated the crow beside him, he had to admit that this crow was the most knowledgeable creature he had ever seen, and the crow's words could not be unscrupulous.

Suddenly, Han Xiao's right hand was clenched hard, and the black sword in his hand suddenly collapsed, turning into a puff of smoke and being pinched in his hand.

"Hey, thief, I see that you don't have any ability to cultivate immortals, if you don't have a magic weapon in your hand, you can't even beat a beast. A powerful ghost saint like Lao Tzu doesn't need a weapon at all to deal with a miscellaneous piece like you, don't you say it's useless!"

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth were hooked, he knew that the other party saw the extraordinaryness of the sword in his hand, this was to provoke him to abandon the sword, if the other party was a powerful ghost in his cognition, maybe with his arrogance, he would simply agree, but the other party's performance was as cunning as a demon, it was not a ghost that he could understand at all, creatures had an instinctive fear of the unknown, and immortal cultivators were even more so.

"In that case, then Ling is as you wish. As Ling Feng spoke, the thought in his heart moved, and the long sword pierced Han Xiao like a streamer.

The long sword came quickly, and the power of thunder and lightning emitted was even more in half a breath, and it had already hit Han Xiao's head, and it actually cut off his skull to the size of the bowl.

Han Xiao only felt so painful that most of the black qi on his body collapsed, and at this moment, the long sword had also arrived in front of Han Xiao, and he slashed it fiercely, domineering and domineering, which made Han Xiao feel a strong crisis of life and death.

Under the crisis of life and death, Han Xiao didn't have time to think about it, so he suddenly spit out a breath of black gas, and at the same time, the fifth-layer telekinetic power in his body quickly moved, transforming that black qi into a square shield, blocking in front of him.

The sword slammed into the shield, bursting out of golden-black sparks, and the shield quickly cracked and disintegrated like thin ice.

The long sword shattered the square shield, and its momentum did not decrease, and it stabbed straight at Han Xiao's left shoulder.

The speed of the long sword was too fast, and Han Xiao couldn't use the magic power of telekinesis again in a short time, and it was even more impossible to dodge, so he could only clench his fists with both hands and smash it towards the long sword.

With a bang, Han Xiao's body was shocked by the long sword and flew out, and the dead black qi condensed in his body was like water spilled out, drawing a black arc.

Han Xiao fell heavily to the ground, and the black qi in his body faded a lot, and he could clearly see the white qi circulating in his body.

The crow also fell out of Han Xiao's shoulder, rolled on the ground a few times, and several feathers fell off, so angry that the cold feathers hidden under the feathers exploded.

Han Xiao's body shook, flew up from the ground, and was in mid-air, the crow couldn't leave Han Xiao's body for too long, otherwise the strange aura on its body would be detected, scolded the fuck, fluttered its wings and flew to Han Xiao's shoulder.

Looking at the flying crows, Han Xiao sighed, "I can't beat him, you better run away,"

The crow rolled his eyes, and scolded in his heart that if Lao Tzu could run away, who would fucking accompany you here to die.

Thinking like this in his heart, he said something else, "Little cub, what kind of bird do you think of the bird, is the bird master the kind of bird who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Han Xiao sneered in his heart, it's all at this time, what garlic does this stingy crow pretend, and then think about it, with the crow's character, if it really comes to a dead end, it will not scold itself to death, how can it be so hypocritical to say some scenes.

Han Xiao had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and said tentatively: "Master Bird, the next time that thief makes a move, I will die here." If you have a way, say it quickly, there is no way, I will block him for a while, you can see if you can fly out. ”

The crow was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, tilted his neck, and said proudly: "I have the method, but the bird master wants to think about which method is more majestic." However, looking at your cowardice, you can only take thirty-six plans, and go as the best plan. ”

After a pause, he said, "Little cub, you take ten steps forward, seven steps to the right, and then three steps back." ”

Han Xiao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then thought of something, and nodded at the crow.

Ling Feng hit Han Xiao hard in one move, he was quite proud in his heart, and the killing machine in his eyes was even better, a sword trick was drawn out, and he was going to kill the other party, but he suddenly remembered that the ghost thing in front of him killed Wang Zhen's great-grandson, if he killed this ghost thing in front of him, I am afraid it will cause him to be angry, which is not a good thing for him and his sect, weighed it again and again, and finally held back the killing intent in his heart, and sneered at Han Xiao: "Ghost thing, if you kneel down and admit defeat now, Ling will spare your life." ”

As he was talking, suddenly the ghost strode towards him, and he couldn't help but show a cold look, and was about to draw his sword to kill the other party, when he suddenly saw the ghost thing take ten steps forward, and suddenly turned around.

Ling Feng had a bad premonition in his heart, and as soon as his mind moved, the long sword flew out and slashed at Guo Hanxiao again.

At this time, Han Xiao's body had begun to retreat, one step at a time, just when he took two steps back, the long sword had already flown in, less than an inch away from his body, Han Xiao subconsciously wanted to make a move, and the crow suddenly said eagerly, "Don't fight back, take another step back." ”

Han Xiao didn't hesitate when he heard this, the crow wouldn't lie to him at this time, because he couldn't live even if the crow died, at the moment, take a step back.

It's strange to say, when he took this step, the long sword that was still arrogant in front of him just now suddenly disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a monk wearing a mountain and water robe of the Lingyin Sect.

The monk looked at Han Xiao, his mouth was open enough to stuff a big meat bun, and his face was incredible.

The corners of Han Xiao's mouth hooked up a cruel smile, and he came to the disciple of the Lingyin Sect in a flash, grabbed his neck, and put his head against his head, and suddenly a stream of vitality flowed out of the disciple's seven orifices and inhaled into Han Xiao's nostrils,

Han Xiao's body had a new vitality to replenish, and the whitish body turned pale black.

At this time, Ling Feng saw that Han Xiao was about to be killed by him with a sword, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I overestimated this powerful ghost before, the ghost thing is not mentally complete after all, and I don't understand the truth of staying in Qingshan, the big truth I just said may be listening to the words of a cynical Xiucai." ”

As he was talking, he suddenly found that Han Xiao had disappeared, and he couldn't help but be startled, and when he looked at it again, he did not see a figure, and when he was wondering, a scream came from a distance.

As soon as the screams fell, Han Xiao's figure appeared in front of him, and there was a dried corpse with only skin and bones left at his feet.

When the immortal cultivators saw this, they were all in an uproar, and Ye Hong and the other disciples of Lingyin Mountain were even more frightened.

"He, he actually knows the location of the Red Spirit Great Array Gate, this, this must be a coincidence!" Ye Hong's forehead was sweating, and his back was also wet, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and comforted himself.

Before he finished his words, the ghost thing in front of him walked ten steps to the south, five steps to the west, and two steps back, and actually reached a small departure, the disciple of the Lingyin Sect who left the position was the first time to go down the mountain to practice, and when he saw the ghost thing, he panicked, and he was so frightened that he cried, but he cried twice, and was pinched by a terrifying big hand, and then he couldn't make a sound.

The disciple of the Spirit Yin Sect stared at the ghost thing in front of him with wide eyes, his eyes full of fear and desire.

This disciple Han Xiao recognized that when he first came, he laughed at himself loudly, and followed the damn Wang Han to coax, but once he was in danger, he didn't think about how to fight, and he would only blindly beg his enemy, hoping that the enemy would mercifully let him go.

"Immortal cultivators, are you like this?"

The Lingyin Mountain disciple blinked, as if he didn't understand what Han Xiao was saying, but he still nodded with all his might.

Han Xiao smiled and smiled cruelly, "If that's the case, what kind of immortals do you cultivate, what laws of heaven and earth do you make, let's be the food in my belly." ”

As he spoke, his head was pressed against his head, and suddenly, because of his extreme fear, the Lingyin Sect disciple's vitality was instantly exhausted, and he became a dried corpse.

At the same time, under the command of the crow, Han Xiao rushed left and right, and sucked the vitality of five or six disciples of the Lingyin Sect.

Ling Feng watched the disciples of the Spirit Yin Sect fall in front of him, and the anger in his heart soared, but every time he controlled the long sword to kill Han Xiao, the other party would disappear out of thin air, which made him even more manic, and shouted loudly: "Ye Hong——! still doesn't let the disciples of the Spirit Yin Sect retreat, do you want to let them die one by one under the hands of this ghost?"

Ye Hong watched the disciples of this sect die one by one at the hands of Han Xiao, that trace of luck was gone, and the fear could not be suppressed and rose to the sky, causing the surrounding bursts of resentment and death to diffuse towards him, quietly devouring the vitality on his body, and most of his hair turned white in an instant.

At this moment, Ye Hong heard Ling Feng's low roar with a heroic righteousness, and then he woke up from his fright, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and shouted: "The disciples of the Lingyin Sect listen to the order, the Red Spirit Great Array, collect, retreat!"

As he spoke, he suddenly felt that his voice was a little wrong, and he subconsciously grabbed his hair, and grabbed a handful of hair at once, and he was shocked.

The remaining disciples of the Red Spirit Great Array heard Ye Hong's command to transmit the sound with secret techniques, and they all hurriedly collected their swords and withdrew from the formation, and the white mist formed by the Red Spirit Great Array was swallowed up by a large amount of black mist in an instant after the large array retreated, and the heavens and the earth once again returned to darkness.

Seeing that the big array disappeared, Han Xiao squinted his eyes and swept towards the group of immortal cultivators, and the immortal cultivators who were swept by him were lower, and his body involuntarily took two steps back.

Han Xiao couldn't help but feel proud when he saw that others were afraid of him, but when his murderous eyes swept to the Qinglian Sect, the ten female disciples of the Qinglian Sect were still expressionless, especially the beautiful girl, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and there was even a trace of disdain, which made Han Xiao very annoyed.

Seeing the enemy's fear, his eyes turned to the crow that landed on his shoulder, and said coldly: "How do you know where those formation eyes are, you know the formation!"

The crow raised his neck and said proudly: "Of course, I am omnipotent and omniscient, if it weren't for the bird master, I was seriously injured, and there are dozens of seals on my body, dealing with this kid in front of me is easier than pinching an ant to death." ”

Han Xiao snorted coldly, "You still have the face to say, why didn't you tell me at the beginning of the formation, do you want me to die?"

The crow was stunned for a moment, in the dark its fate was tied to Han Xiao, and it would not be possible for Han Xiao to die for the time being, but let the other party suffer some hardships, and it was true that he was playing the role of the Lord of the World to save his life.

However, the plan never caught up with the changes, but I didn't expect this Han Xiao to create some kind of magical power of fear to scare one monk away, and the other one who was replaced with one would be killed, not giving them a chance to breathe at all, so they had no choice but to change the plan.

Of course, these crows will not tell Han Xiao when they are killed, and his eyes rolled and said: "Damn, do you think the formation is so easy to break, the bird master must first observe the formation, use his brain to analyze what kind of formation we are facing, and then accurately calculate the direction of the formation and the location of the formation eye, these will consume a lot of effort and time, I helped you, not only do you not thank the bird master, but blame the bird master, I am really angry!"

Han Xiao saw that the crow was getting more and more outrageous, and he regretted asking it this question, flicked its bird head, and shouted: "Don't say it, the thief is going to be on again." ”

Crows are born to lie, and nonsense comes as soon as they open their mouths.

Han Xiao saw that the crow was getting more and more energetic, reached out and flicked the crow's head, and glared at the crow viciously, and the crow reluctantly shut up.