"Two junior disciples, be careful, this person is a late-stage monk!"

At this moment, an angry shout rang out in his ears. This voice was very familiar to him, it was his senior brother who got along day and night.

The bone claws crumpled the heart into bloody mud, and then jerked it out, leaving only a fist-sized hole.

He fell to the grass, his limbs twitching constantly, his eyes were full of disbelief and fear, but his face immediately became hideous, and his mind was full of unwillingness, but his eyes gradually froze, and he completely lost his life.

"Senior brother!"

The square-faced monk cried out in grief when he saw his brother fall to the ground. Then he fell to the ground, took out a pair of claws from his arms, and grabbed at Han Yu fiercely.

After the sneak attack was successful, Han Yu retracted his bone claws, and then with a wave of his sleeve, hundreds of fiery fireballs smashed towards them.

The old man's eyes showed a hint of consternation when he saw the number of fireballs, but soon his expression returned to normal, and two thumb-sized skulls flew out of his cuffs, the size of a water tank, and a cold breath erupted from his mouth.

A surprising scene happened!

The first few fireballs burst violently, a fiery breath counteracting the cold, and the rest smashed on the skull.

"Boom Boom"

Two huge fireworks exploded in midair, and the two skulls were shattered.

"This..."The old man shuddered with fright, his two skulls were considered high-level magic weapons, how could they not even block this mere skull?

Han Yu took out a shield made by Teng Liu from his bosom and blocked it in front of him, and after the pair of claws hit it, it circled and flew backwards, unable to break through the defense.

Han Yu's afterglow showed that there was also a round-faced monk who was wrestling with Yu Ningwu, this guy seemed to be very proficient in the art of defense. Although he is now at an all-round disadvantage, it will take some effort for Yu Ningwu to kill him.

Han Yu watched as the old man dodged the remaining fireballs, and a hint of spiciness's eyes flashed.

He withdrew the bone claw in his hand into his arms, and in his mind ordered the stone spirit to gather the fire spirit power in the air and turn into three fire dragons with teeth and claws, and pounced towards the old man.

The square-faced monk withdrew his claws, intending to use other means, but suddenly two stone hands reached out from beneath the ground, gripping his legs tightly.

"What the hell is this!" the square-faced monk was startled, and he grabbed the bone claw that he had not had time to retract and slammed it at his arm.

"Bang.."

There was a dull sound, and the petrified hands were unharmed, and a huge force came, dragging him to the ground.

The square-faced monk saw an expressionless stone face in the brown dirt, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then a huge force came from his head, and he was forced to break his neck.

The old man was extremely embarrassed by the three fire dragons, and with an inadvertent glance, the square-faced monk on the ground was gone.

But before he could worry about his junior brother, Han Yu spit out a small red sword from his mouth, and with a flick of his hand, sixteen phantoms appeared in the sky, slashing at him together.

Frightened, he used his secret technique to escape the pursuit of the fire dragon, only to see hundreds of ice edges rushing towards him.

He had no choice but to hastily take out a small black flag, shake it and summon flames to form a wall of fire, blocking it in front of him.

But by the time he had done all this, those fiery red flying swords had slashed in front of him.

"I don't believe the first way is true!" It's impossible to dodge everything, so I can only choose to grit my teeth and gamble.

Han Yu saw that he didn't dodge the first sword light, although he didn't know what the old man thought, he roared away after condensing.

The flying sword came to him and circled around his neck, blood splattering Lao Gao!

Han Yu didn't pick up the storage bag and attacked the monk with his round face.

The round-faced monk saw what had happened in just a hundred breaths, and there was an incredible look in his eyes.

The thin bamboo pole and the old man are both cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building, and he and the square-faced monk are early stage monks, even if the three of them join forces to stop the monks in the late stage of foundation building, they can still do it if they delay for a while!

But reality slapped him hard!

The thin bamboo pole was attacked to death by the bone claw, and the old man was cut off by the flying sword, and he witnessed it with his own eyes. But how the square face died, he didn't see.

When he saw the monk chasing after him, he didn't dare to slack off, and threw the shield in his hand into the air, blocking the falling sword, and then he fell to the ground and took out a talisman that shimmered with a strong yellow light from his hand.

He also saw that he was invincible in the situation in front of him, and thought that he would run first and find Uncle Jiedan before taking revenge.

This man and woman used their identities as disciples of the Qi Refining Period to escape all the way here, and they must be the core disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, as long as these two people are caught or trapped, it will also be a great achievement!

Just as he landed on the ground, his arms grabbed his legs and pulled him straight into the dirt.

Han Yu flickered and landed on the ground, and a yellow talisman floated from the ground.

"Hurry up!" Han Yu recognized that this was a high-level earth talisman, and although the speed was faster than Shi Ling's full speed, it could also be called good.

Yu Ning danced for a while, but still poured mana into the talisman and pasted it on the ground, turning into a yellow light and disappearing.

Han Yu was the light on his body flashed, and he disappeared, leaving only the bloody battlefield.

Although the Qi refining disciples who stayed on the hillside saw the movement here, they did not dare to step forward due to the instructions of the old man to change the thin bamboo pole.

Now that the dust has settled, several uncles still haven't returned for a long time, so they cautiously rushed over after some discussion.

When they saw the thin bamboo pole with a big hole in the chest of the old man with his head separated, he almost fainted in fright, and the two uncles disappeared.

A monk who had completed the refining of qi hurriedly sent out a transmission note, and before the time of the tea, a team of monks rushed over from a distance, led by a yellow-faced monk, who was a cultivator in the later stage of foundation building.

"Senior Brother Ma, hurry up and find the elders!" the yellow-faced monk frowned when he saw the two corpses, and said sharply.

Behind him was a young monk who had not been building the foundation for a long time, and when he heard this, he quickly nodded and fled into the distance.

Seeing that someone had gone to inform the elders, the yellow-faced monk walked over and took off the storage bags on the old man and the thin bamboo pole, and swept them with his thoughts, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Tell me what happened in detail, and don't leave anything out. The yellow-faced monk saw that there was nothing missing in the storage bag, and he felt strange in his heart, so he asked with a calm face.