At this time, Yi Heng was in the mood to listen to him, running the law, holding a dagger, and circled around the bandits a few times, only to see the bandits clutching their throats and falling to the ground, not even shouting, only the sound of blood flowing.

Seeing this, the bandits who were rushing here were stunned for a moment and ran back, but how could Yi Heng spare them?

After the tea, all the bandits were exterminated, except for the leader standing in front of him.

At this time, there was a throbbing from the depths of the soul that was beyond the past, and it seemed that it was time for life and death.

Yi Heng looked at the trembling leader, and turned around again, but there was no warning, but the sense of crisis in the depths of his soul became stronger and stronger.

He disappeared suddenly, and when he appeared, he was already behind the bandit leader, and the bandit leader slowly fell, and the task of destroying the bandits was completed.

But Yi Heng's heart became even more nervous, and the sense of urgency in the depths of his soul did not disappear because of the complete destruction of the bandits, but felt more and more powerful, as if death was in the next moment.

The dagger was clenched, and he was about to escape from here, when he suddenly looked up at the steep back mountain as if he sensed something, only to see a fire flying out of the back mountain, flying towards him at great speed, he only felt that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and it was in front of him in an instant.

Just as the fire ball was about to hit him, he whispered "ice shield" in his mouth, the space in front of him distorted slightly, and an ice shield suddenly appeared in front of him, and the fireball happened to smash on the shield at this time.

With a "bang", he was pushed back more than a foot by the huge force. But he finally blocked the fireball, but fortunately he cast the spell fast enough, otherwise he would have turned into ashes.

But at this time, the anger in his heart did not disappear because of this, but showed a surprised and terrifying expression on his face.

The power of this fireball technique is definitely several times greater than that of one's own full force, indicating that the cultivation of the owner of this fireball is much higher than his own.

Because, at this time, one-fourth of his spiritual power was consumed, and if he came three times, he would definitely die.

Before he could escape, he heard a cold voice coming down from the mountain.

"The disciples of Yimen are already so powerful, and they can cast such fast spells in the fourth layer of qi refining, but you dare to take care of my affairs as a fourth layer of qi refining? But it's okay, I don't know how to deal with these scumbags, it's better for you to kill them all." ”

Yi Heng looked at it and saw a man in a black uniform sitting cross-legged on a tree on the mountain, with long hair and a shawl, his face was pale, and his eyes were squinting like a poisonous snake staring at him.

Yi Heng was stabbed by his gaze, so he didn't dare to look at him, just stared at his right hand on his thigh.

Yi Heng knew very well that the fireball just now was sent out from this hand, just like Xu Feng back then, but he didn't know if he was seriously injured like Xu Feng back then, and if so, he might be able to escape with his life.

After five years of comfort, he seems to have forgotten the caution of facing the danger of life and death, but now he finds that everything is imprinted in his bones, and once he is faced with life and death, these judgments are exercised as instinct.

"I don't know if my friend is coming, and my uncle will be ordered by the mountain gate to kill the thieves here, I'll go first, my uncle is on the way, if there is any disturbance, please forgive me!"

Yi Heng stabilized his mind, since he had the opportunity to escape, he must seize it.

When the Taoist priest heard this, he hesitated for a moment, but then smiled and said:

"What a cunning little cultivator, do you still need a foundation monk to kill such mortals as bandits? ”

Yi Heng was shocked and angry, although he knew that he couldn't coax this person, but he didn't expect it to be exposed immediately, which showed that this person was scheming, and he was probably not good.

"Dao Friend is serious, how can I coax you when we meet for the first time? Besides, we are both immortal cultivators, and we don't have deep hatred and hatred, wouldn't it hurt the harmony by beating and killing?" Yi Heng's tone was very respectful.

"Haha, Daoist friend is right, it's me thinking too much, since I think about it, it must be fate, why don't Daoist friends come up and talk about it, confirm each other's cultivation experience, wouldn't it be nice for each other to go further?"

"Thanks to the attention of Taoist friends, I originally wanted to listen to the teachings, but first, I am afraid that the cultivation is shallow, and I am afraid that it will be useless for Taoist friends, and secondly, my uncle must go to meet him on the road, so I can only look forward to the next time, and I will retire first! ”

Yi Heng didn't wait to answer after speaking, turned around and flew out of the two feet.

Seeing this, the Dao man couldn't help but marvel at Yi Heng's smoothness, but his face remained unchanged, he secretly recited the mantra in his mouth, pinched the law in his right hand, and only listened to the low shout of "soul thorn" in his mouth.

As soon as the words fell, I saw Yi Heng, who was more than twenty feet away, immediately turned over and fell to the ground, covering his head with his hands, as if he was suffering a lot of pain.

Seeing this, the black-clothed monk smiled proudly, flew down from the tree, and stood about ten steps away from Yi Heng, staring at him who was snorting bitterly, as if admiring his masterpiece.

"What if you are cunning? How can a sixth-story monk be provoked by you? Send you on your way, I guess I won't be able to stay here anymore! Hurry up and change places. ”

After the black-clothed monk finished speaking, a small fireball appeared in his hand, and as soon as his right hand was raised, the fireball flew towards Yi Heng.

said that it was too late, and when Yi Heng was flying in the fireball, his left hand was also raised, and the dagger in his hand flew towards the black-clothed monk.

And an ice shield suddenly appeared on Yi Heng's head, just to block the fireball, but the impact still made him slide on the ground two feet away.

But he immediately got up, didn't look back, and ran directly to the mountain forest on the left, and only heard an "ah" sound in his ears.

"It was the dagger that stabbed the Taoist priest", this thought popped up in his mind, but he still suppressed the strong urge to turn back and stay, and a few ups and downs disappeared into the depths of the mountain forest.

The black-clothed monk obviously didn't expect Yi Heng to shoot a dagger, so the dagger did stab him.

It's just that his reaction was not ordinarily fast, and the dagger was pointed directly at the dantian, but he twisted his body slightly.

It only stabbed the left abdomen, but the dagger was unusually sharp, and it instantly sank into the handle.

This "ah" was shouted on purpose, and although it was stabbed, it was too much of a point.

In fact, this injury was nothing to him, and the purpose of shouting was to lure Yi Heng back and kill him.

As long as Yi Heng pauses slightly, he will definitely be killed.

But who would have thought that this kid was not very old, but he was very shrewd and decisive, and fled without the slightest sign of staying.

"It seems that it will take some time to suffer from this trouble, but it is strange that my soul thorn has no effect, is it to blame that my soul has not recovered to its heyday?"

The black-clothed monk thought to himself, "This must be the case, otherwise, not to mention that the soul of a fourth-layer monk, even a seventh-layer monk will be injured, how can it be so fast?"

The black-clothed monk was actually not worried about how far Yi Heng would run, how much spiritual power a little monk at the fourth level of qi refining could have, even if he was seriously injured, it would be a matter of burning incense to catch up and kill.

Looking in the direction of Yi Heng's escape, he got up and chased, and after a while, he disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Only the corpses were left all over the ground, but when it got dark they would become food for wild beasts, and no one would ever know what had happened here.