Horses' hooves flew loudly, rubble and dust were scattered, and several long clouds of dust and smoke were raised along the underground river. Zhi Jia Zhen crouched on the back of the bumpy horse, and without looking back, he could sense Cui Zhilian's gaze behind him like a red-hot iron thorn, nailing himself to death.

"That rabbit cub is chasing after you, and you are determined to suck your blood!" the fat tiger turned his head frequently while beating his horse and galloping. Dozens of feet away, Cui Zhilian's eyes were red, and he was covered in blood, and even the mount under his crotch was dyed with a layer of demonic blood red.

"Why don't you go your separate ways?" said the pony bandit, glancing at Zhi Hunt Zhen, who was neck and neck.

"No, if you are separated, you will only be killed by him one by one. "Zhi Hunt really knows that it is his huge qi and blood that attracts Cui Zhilian. He can avoid it for a while by relying on the Winter Cicada Stinging Technique, but it is difficult to avoid the endless pursuit of the other party. His sea of consciousness faintly sensed that Cui Zhilian's breath was heavy and unstable, and he was obviously seriously injured, if he could use the power of the fat tiger and the pony bandits, he might still have the chance to fight back.

"This bastard!" the pony bandit cursed in his stomach, his gaze quietly skimmed, and the tip of the broken sword in Zhi Hunting's hand was faintly pointed at him, as if he were leaving. If he turned the horse's head, the crimson sword light would surely burst through the air, and he had no confidence that he would retreat.

"The rabbit cub is about to catch up!" The fat tiger was so anxious that he desperately beat the horse, he was fat, and he was carrying a hundred pounds of big plate axe, the mount couldn't bear it, and gradually fell at the end of the three, and the distance between him and Cui Zhilian continued to narrow.

"Throw away the axe!" Zhi Jia Zhen shouted, if the fat tiger fell into Cui Zhilian's hands, it would only speed up the speed of the other party's healing. The three of them either escaped together or fought to the death together, and there was no other reason to leave things to chance.

"Whew-" The fat tiger threw hard, and the big plate axe spun coldly, and flew quickly towards the leg of Cui Zhilian's mount. Cui Zhilian's left palm slapped out, and a bloody light shot straight ahead. "Bang!" the big axe shook halfway and fell to the ground. The blood light dissipated at the same time, Cui Zhihuan's body shook slightly, and the mount couldn't help but sink his front and back, slowing down.

"He's injured!" The pony bandit's pupils flashed with blue light, like substance, as if it had penetrated the weakness of Cui Zhilian's breath.

Cui Zhilian's heart sank, suppressed the restless blood river in his body, and looked in the direction of the pony bandit with feeling. He took the essence and blood vitality of many people in a row, but he didn't have the time to refine it, so that his breath was disordered. At the moment, the injury is subsided, but the hidden danger is deeper. This is also the disadvantage of the Blood River Sect exercises: although it is quick to absorb the different qi and blood of others, it is not suitable for oneself after all, and it needs to be purified for many years, otherwise it is very easy to go mad.

The fat tiger threw out a big plate axe, and the horse was much lighter, barely keeping up with Zhijiazhen. The three of them galloped all the way east along the dark river, the vast water surface continued to unfold in the field of vision, the sound of the waves was agitated, mighty and mighty, and the divergences were like a group of snakes, rushing in all directions.

"Get out of here!" the pony bandit turned his horse's head and slammed into a zigzag tributary of the dark river. The water was splashing, cold and turbulent, and gradually submerged the horse's knee, horse's belly, and horse's back...... In the center of the river appeared a large group of rocky reefs, towering and abrupt, with intertwined canine teeth. The three riders flickered left and right, wading deep around the rocks, and their backs quickly disappeared from Cui Zhilian's sight.

Cui Zhihuan snorted coldly, pressed the horse's neck with one hand, and a wisp of blood seeped through the neck. The horses threw their necks up and neighed, their muscles swelled, their tendons thickened, and they galloped forward as if they were flying. After more than ten breaths, the horses rushed into the tributaries of the dark river and bit the first three horsemen again.

The water splashed everywhere, and the distance between the two sides kept getting closer. Stimulated by the clear breath of the blood river, Cui Zhilian's mount ran faster and faster, and his fur oozed from the searing blood beads of broad beans, like a hideous beast, and his nostrils spewed out a terrifying blood mist.

"Bind!" Cui Zhihuan snorted softly, pinched the technique with his left hand, and grabbed it with his right palm. A red light flashed in mid-air, like a blood-colored viper, with its head held high, and pounced on the three horsemen. Zhi Hunt Zhen suddenly reached out his arm, grabbed the reins of the fat tiger's horse and walked to his side.

With a "whoosh", the blood snake swept past the back of the fat tiger, pounced on the horse's buttocks, and entangled the horse's body in an instant. The horse "pounced" and fell to its knees, and the fat tiger fell forward, and was grabbed by the belt and pulled to his own horse.

The fat tiger's mount hissed in pain, its muscles rapidly drying up, but the blood snake grew thicker and thicker, like an ever-expanding python. Cui Zhilian's trick changed, and the blood python swelled to the limit, and the giant tail flicked and bounced high.

"Dismount!" Zhi Hunt really knew the sea and clearly noticed the change of the blood python, shouted, and dragged the fat tiger to jump into the river. The pony bandit's blue eyes flashed, and he jumped out of his horse and tumbled into the surging rapids.

"Explosion!" At the same time, the blood python exploded in Cui Zhilian's shouting, splashing thousands of drops of blood rain, whistling in all directions. "Bang Bang Bang!" "The red blood beads hit the surface of the river, like hard iron nails, sonorously, stirring up countless small whirlpools. The two horses howled bitterly, pierced through countless holes, and fell in a pool of blood. The three of them had already gone straight down the river, rubbing against the rocks, and were swept out more than ten feet away by the rapid waves, and disappeared behind the rocky reefs again.

Cui Zhilian was slightly stunned, the blow of the blood rain actually missed, and the other party seemed to be able to perceive the changes in the blood river's clear qi and respond in time. And only the master of refining the gods who have given birth to the sea can be good at this. He immediately remembered that the other party must have carried some strange magic weapon with an early warning effect. However, the three of them lost their horses, and they were already turtles in the urn, and sooner or later they would fall into the palm of his hand. Cui Zhilian thought about it for a while, urged the horse to rush through the rocky reef group, and was suddenly stunned on the spot.

The river was vast, the rocks were towering, and the three of them disappeared, as if they had disappeared out of thin air!

Cui Zhihuan immediately dismounted, dived into the river, and looked around. The rocks and reefs under the water surface are connected together, like islands, the surface is covered with green and oily slippery moss, there are many holes inside, there are several hollow giant caves that form black holes, swallowing and spitting torrents, surging and roaring, as if the roaring sea beasts open their bloody mouths, enough to allow people to enter and exit.

Cui Zhilian's eyes swept away, and he soon found new marks of moss wear and tear from the edge of a cave. He snorted, paddled his legs, and swam into the cave without hesitation.

Suddenly, a crimson sword light swept out from the mouth of the black cave, as fast as electricity, evil as a ghost, and shot straight into Cui Zhilian's throat.

This sword lurked in the dark, silent, caught off guard, the sword light had not arrived, and the sword qi had already reached. Cui Zhihuan was in a trance and saw a blood-shining abyss rising into the sky, boundless killing intent was pure and fierce, and his throat couldn't help but tremble, and goosebumps appeared.

"Poof!" On the line of life and death, Cui Zhilian opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, turning into a blood shield full of talismans, meeting the sword light, and at the same time making the blood shadow disappear, the whole person was like smoke, twisting and swinging, and flashing backwards.

The water waves were agitated, and the sword qi instantly passed through the blood shield, and the blood shield shattered silently. The sword light was unhindered, chasing all the way, no matter how Cui Zhilian changed his body, the sword light was always like a maggot on the tarsal bone, chasing after him, and even his Great Blood Demon Technique had no time to cast.

"Squeak-" Cui Zhilian's pores spurted blood, and his body suddenly shrunk into a ball, like a dwarf. The sword light was about to sweep the air above his head, and it fluttered lightly, drooping down, and slashed directly at the Heavenly Spirit Cover. The sword momentum changes smoothly and naturally, in one go, without the slightest trace of changing moves halfway.

This is the Grandmaster of the Sword Dao! Cui Zhilian's scalp was numb, and the river of blood rushed straight to the top of his head, intending to resist the sword blade with his vigorous cultivation. However, the moment the sword light was about to touch the heart above his head, he suddenly became agitated, his heart beat wildly, and he gave birth to a dangerous omen like the coming of the apocalypse.

"Bang!" Cui Zhilian's whole body took the initiative to explode, turning into a bloody mist, and a bloody body jumped out of it and fled backwards.

The sword light touched the blood mist, like a long dragon drawing water, swallowing the blood mist completely. Zhi Hunt Zhen glanced at Cui Zhilian regretfully, retreated into the cave without any nostalgia, and turned to swim away.

"Untouchables!" Cui Zhilian roared in pain, shaking the surrounding water waves. For the second time in one day, he performed the Blood Demon Disintegration Dafa, which not only severely damaged his internal organs, but also completely destroyed his foundation. Even if he catches up with the three of them and sucks up the young man's huge qi and blood, he is afraid that he will have no hope of rebuilding.

What's more, that young man's swordsmanship is amazing, and the depth is unfathomable. He has been all over the Dao Sect and the Demon Sect for decades, and even the Yu Clan has fought several battles, but he has never seen such a fierce and terrifying sword qi, and he is so terrified that he is also trembling when he is overwhelmed by the blood river Qingqi, as if he has encountered a high natural enemy.

Do you want to chase it? The rapid flow of water rubbed against Cui Zhilian's wound, cold as a blade. He was born in Zhongding, worshiped the demon gate, enjoyed the rich scenery that is difficult for ordinary people to reach in their lives, and also wailed and rolled because of the pain of birth and death.

Among them, only self-knowledge is cold and warm.

Cui Zhihuan suddenly let out a long roar, turned into a blood shadow, and rushed towards the cave again. Qinghe Cui's family, how can he cower?