In Yi Heng's eyes, he saw that the ghost clan's face was pale, his facial features were bleeding, and a blood-red tongue hung from his mouth to his chin, which was very eye-catching.

The eyes like a dead man, without a trace of the emotion of a living thing, glowed with blood, staring at Zhuge Wushuang.

At the same time, his left hand stretched out from the sleeve of the black coat, as if it could be stretched, poked out four or five zhang, and grabbed Zhuge Wushuang who was sliding rapidly.

Although Zhuge Wushuang is a Yuanying monk, where has he ever seen such a ghostly and terrifying appearance?

After screaming, he was speechless, and watched the miserable white left hand, with a gloomy nail as long as a foot, scratching at the white neck!

And Yi Heng, who followed behind Zhuge Wushuang, seemed to be deliberately ignored by the ghost clan and didn't care.

Or did he want to catch Zhuge Wushuang first to blackmail himself?

Only one thought flashed in Yi Heng's mind, and the mana in his body was already running wildly, and while running rapidly, his right foot kicked the ground violently, and his figure disappeared.

In the Purple Mansion, the young man stood up, his face was extremely solemn, and his eyes were staring at the black-clothed ghost clan outside.

Qiu Xiyin said that the ghost clan mainly cultivates the soul, and when facing it, you must be cautious!

Yi Heng didn't know if he was cautious at this time!

The four Xun characters in the purple mansion were blessed in the body, and one after another afterimages flew by, and they had already crossed Zhuge Wushuang, and struck towards the terrifying head of the ghost clan with a punch.

Even if a monk of Qin Shengtian's level was hit like this by himself, if he had no other special strength, he could only hate the end on the spot.

"Bang"

There was a muffled sound.

Only then did all the monks present react to what had happened in a few breaths.

Qin Shengtian was just about to kill the Fire Clan, but he was knocked to the ground by a black-clothed monk in the attic.

When Zhuge Wushuang rushed away, the black-clothed monk turned his head sharply, and everyone saw the appearance of the black-clothed monk clearly, and they were all so frightened that they gasped.

Just when he thought that Zhuge Wushuang would be unable to dodge the miserable left hand in this fright, a series of afterimages flashed, crossed Zhuge Wushuang, and struck at the black-clothed monk with a punch.

When the people heard this muffled sound, their hearts rejoiced.

The blackfriar was hit in the head with a punch, how could he survive?

Only Yi Heng's heart sank slightly, and when his fist was about to hit, he had already discovered that the black-clothed ghost clan was no longer in place.

But he was too fast, and when he flew away, he still left a phantom in his place.

There was a muffled "bang", which was caused by the fist hitting the phantom.

He took a deep breath, didn't speak, kicked his feet to the ground, and chased after him.

"Bang. ”

"Bang. ”

......

Everyone watched the scene in the field and was stunned.

I saw cyan figures dancing in the sky, and when I was about to take a closer look, the cyan figures had disappeared again.

The naked eye could no longer keep up with the speed of the cyan figure, and all they saw were afterimages left behind by the rapid speed.

Although everyone couldn't see clearly, they also shook their heads with the figure.

Naturally, they also knew that the cyan figure must be chasing the blackfriar.

It's just that I don't know if the cyan figure flying rapidly in the sky has hit the black-clothed monk.

"He, is Yi Heng?"

"Elder Hui, he is Yi Heng!" Zhou Chengran put down a stone in his heart.

"Why do you suddenly feel relaxed?" the old man surnamed Jiang was slightly puzzled.

A trace of self-reproach flashed in Zhou Chengran's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "With him, none of these provocative monks today can please him!"

"Really?"

"Really. ”

The old man surnamed Jiang looked up at the sky, and the afterimage of the sky naturally couldn't hide his eyes, only to see a thoughtful look in his eyes, and a smile gradually flashed at the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you?

There was an eerie roar in the air, Yi Heng didn't care, and his body didn't stop at all.

If the black-clothed ghost clan can fight back, how can it just shout?

Inside the Purple Mansion, the young man stared at the outside.

I saw a faint black shadow in his eyes flickering to the right quickly, and Yi Heng's fist also struck to the right.

There was no trace in the air, and only the power of the soul could sense the traces of the ghosts.

Therefore, Yi Heng flickered left and right, and the iron fist never left the black shadow.

"Bang, bang, bang....... ”

The black shadow had always wanted to make a momentary effort, wanted to cast a spell, but it never dared to stay still, so it had to continue to escape.

Moving so quickly, Yi Heng naturally felt that the consumption was huge, but he knew that the first one who couldn't stand it must be the black-clothed ghost clan.

The people below finally reacted, and at this time, the discussion became louder, and their emotions instantly rose, obviously knowing that he was chasing and killing the black-clothed ghost clan.

"What kind of ability is a sneak attack?

"Didn't you also sneak attack just now? If you have a kind, you will stay for a while!"

"You're looking for death!"

"Who is looking for death, it is not obvious at this time?"

......

There was only a cyan figure in the air that kept moving, and each time it moved, it only threw a punch, but this punch made a "bang" sound as if it hit an entity.

And the strange thing is that a cyan figure in the air actually made two sounds,-for-tat, not letting it go at all.

In the middle of the conversation, another voice was extremely cruel, but extremely helpless.

Everyone was relieved.

On the ground, the Qin family monks, Li Sixian, Wang Cequn, and Bai Youli had already helped Qin Shengtian away, and only a pool of blood remained on the ground, which was very conspicuous.

Qin Shengtian had already woken up, and he didn't need Li Sixian and others to tell him, he already knew what had happened.

At this time, looking at the cyan figure in the sky, he muttered to himself and didn't know what to say.

After half a cup of tea, another figure finally appeared in the air.

The whole person was shrouded in black clothes, but at this time, the hat was too late to put on, revealing a miserable white face.

The tongue had been withdrawn from the mouth, the blood on the facial features had disappeared, the slightly open mouth was panting, and the lifeless eyes were looking towards the attic.

"If you want to escape, die!" Yi Heng knew that he couldn't hold on, so he immediately burst into a shout, and his figure followed the black shadow and punched him.

Qin Shengtian didn't need to save him, but if he wanted to be unfavorable to Zhuge Wushuang, he was guilty of his rebellion.

What's more, he doesn't like these races at all.

"Haha, you have the advantage by sneak attack, but what can you do with me?"

The black shadow flickered, and suddenly shot towards the attic below.

The young man in the Purple Mansion pinched his fingers violently, and four or five dry characters instantly rushed out of the Purple Mansion and shot in the direction of the black shadow.

In the void, a trace flashed, and the dry character was approaching the black shadow.

The black-clothed ghost clan was suddenly startled and shouted, "Save me!"

"Puff, puff....... ”

The sound of stabbing through the body reached everyone's ears, and four or five streaks of blood shot out of the air.

When everyone was so excited that they were about to cheer, Yi Heng secretly said in his heart that it was a pity.

I saw a tall and mighty body suddenly appear, blocking in front of the black-clothed ghost clan.

And the black-clothed ghost clan was spurting blood, falling on top of the attic, and his originally pale face had become extremely blood-red.

A fist-sized hole in his right chest, "poof" spurting blood.

The lifeless eyes, but at this time, they are infinitely hateful, staring at themselves.

Yi Heng's figure did not stop, aiming at the huge body in front of him, without fear, and punched away.

The tower-like black man slammed his fist the size of his head and ushered in it quickly.

"Boom"

Like a muffled thunder, two figures, one three feet tall and the other only seven feet, separated by one touch, and flew upside down more than ten feet at the same time.

Yi Heng held his right hand behind him, standing in the air, his eyes were solemn, staring at the pitch-black iron tower man in front of him, feeling a trace of joy in his eyes.

But the pain in his right fist made him hide this glimmer of joy deeply.

Compared with the demon clan, his own body refining technique is worse after all, just now he fought hard with a punch, his right hand was already trembling, and it was difficult to exert a trace of strength.

What's more, there was a wound in his back, and at this time, he felt a spicy stinging pain in his mind, and he wanted to tear the flesh and blood again.

Today, you must not do it again, he said to himself.

"Daoyou, but Yi Hengyi Daoyou?" a voice came from the attic, although it was not loud, but it suppressed the excited cries of the surrounding monks.

"It's Yi!" he turned his head and saw the silver-robed monk asking him, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"It turns out that the rumors are true, Lei also wants to find Yi Daoyou for the first time, and now it seems that if you want to win Daoyou, there is a dilemma!"

Yi Hengqi, when this person spoke to Qin Shengtian before, he was domineering and very ugly.

But at this time, he spoke to himself so politely, and even he was so tempted by him that he was extremely curious, and he couldn't help asking: "What are the dilemmas?"