The person who came was naturally Xiao Yin.

He Xinyin and a few others suddenly showed a hint of surprise, and their already desperate eyes once again showed a glimmer of hope.

The three ghost-faced monks brushed their eyes on Xiao Yin.

"Who's coming?"

The Mourning Sword Monk asked in a deep voice.

Fang Cai's black sword qi, he could see it clearly.

What it means to be a True Yuan Realm sword cultivator, the Mourning Sword Cultivator knows very well.

Generally, it is impossible for a second- or third-rate sect to have this resource to cultivate a True Yuan Realm sword cultivator, so most of the people who come are from major sects. Judging from Xiao Yin's age, the Mourning Sword Monk judged that Xiao Yin was very likely to be a junior disciple who was highly valued by the sect, and the forces behind him could not be ignored, so it was better not to act rashly, it was better to find out the origin first.

Xiao Yin came to a distance of about a zhang away from the three ghost-faced monks, stopped, and said slowly: "Thousand Machine Sect, Xu Yin." ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw a look of disbelief in their eyes.

"I haven't heard that the Thousand Machines Sect has sword cultivation. ”

The Sword Cultivator of the Mourning Gate said with a hint of doubt on his face: "I know a little bit about the sword cultivators in the territory of Nanxu, Your Excellency is very angry, and the name Xu Yin is the first time I have heard of it." Could it be that Your Excellency is a close disciple of a certain sword cultivation master in the Nanxu Territory?"

Xiao Yin said: "I said it, Xu Yin of the Thousand Machine Sect. ”

The Mourning Sword Monk's face sank slightly: "Your Excellency's attitude is inevitably too low to be a sword, so you want to make a friend with Your Excellency, but I didn't expect Your Excellency to hide your head so much, and you don't even want to reveal the origin of your master's inheritance, it seems that you don't plan to do anything here." ”

Xiao Yin couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Do you think I'm willing to be kind?"

"What a big breath!"

The monk holding the spirit banner looked up to the sky and smiled: "Looking at Your Excellency's breath, it's just the True Yuan Initial Realm, with one against three, is it possible that Your Excellency thinks there will be a chance of victory?"

Xiao Yin asked rhetorically, "You are all from the Demon Cloud Mountain Range's Ghost Shadow Sect?" I heard that there are no less than thirty or forty Demon Dao and Ghost Cultivation Sects there. ”

The monk holding the mourning stick seemed to be the head of the three, and finally spoke at this moment: "This brother, if you have nothing to do with the Thousand Machines Sect, please leave here, the three of us brothers can act as if what happened just now did not happen." ”

Xiao Yin said: "You are entrusted by someone to find trouble with the Thousand Machines Sect, right?"

When the three of them heard this, their hearts were shocked, and they couldn't help but glance at each other immediately.

The mourning monk said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Yin looked at the expressions of the three of them, nodded and said to himself, "It seems that I guessed correctly." Do you want to guess what is the surname of the person who instructed you?"

The Weeping Monk turned his gaze back and forth, and immediately glanced at the other two, who immediately understood and began to slowly urge the Qifu True Yuan.

Xiao Yin said: "You don't have to hide it like this, just do it, it's tiring to watch." ”

"I don't know how thick the sky is! Even if you have some background, you will definitely die!"

The monk holding the mourning stick sneered, then looked at him with a grim gaze and stretched out one arm.

The five-foot-long mourning stick immediately spun rapidly on the palm of his hand.

I saw that the mourning stick was wrapped with a thick layer of white cloth, and the body of the stick was covered with silver-white barbs like thistles, spinning, and the cold light was shining, and there was a sense of seduction.

Seeing that He Xinyin and the others turned pale, they were dizzy in front of them.

The weeping mourning stick monk screamed, jumped up on one foot, jumped up in the air, raised the mourning stick, and smashed it towards Xiao Yin's head.

Call!

The mourning stick carried a strange roar, falling from the sky, and a phantom of a skull appeared faintly around the mourning stick.

It looked like a huge skull in mid-air, opening its big mouth and biting down towards Xiao Yin.

I saw that Xiao Yin was motionless, and he didn't seem to have the intention of dodging at all.

The weeping mourning stick monk sneered, and most of the people who came from the secret path were a junior disciple who was spoiled by the elders of the sect, relying on the favor and cultivation of the sect to cultivate the sword qi, and then ran to the ancient ruins without knowing the sky, thinking that he could kill the Quartet.

It's ridiculous!

But a pampered second ancestor!

Since you don't know how to be interested, I'll send you on your way!

The mourning stick monk sneered in his heart, and the mourning stick in his hand was about to be smashed directly on Xiao Yin's head.

Bang!

There was a bang.

The ground on which Xiao Yin was standing was smashed by a mourning stick, and a huge pit appeared between the mud and rocks.

And Xiao Yin himself has long disappeared without a trace.

Only the mourning stick monk was left alone to hold the mourning stick in his hands, and stood on the spot, looking at the empty pit on the ground.

The two onlookers looked at each other even more, obviously seeing that Xiao Yin was about to be stoned to death, why did the whole person suddenly disappear on the spot?

"This is the ghost path exercise? ”

Xiao Yin stood on a thumb-thick reed three feet away from everyone, stared at the three of them and said.

When the three of them saw this, they were shocked.

With the ability of a True Yuan Realm cultivator, with the help of an ordinary reed, it is not difficult to stand on it.

Even a True Qi Rear Realm martial artist can do it.

However, it is actually extremely difficult to be able to speak at the same time as Xiao Yin.

This has extremely terrifying delicate and precise requirements for the monk to control the strength, angle, speed and balance of his own true element.

This has nothing to do with the level of the realm, behind it may be an amazing talent for manipulating the true element, or it may be the cultivation of some extremely mysterious technique, or it may be a kind of strength beyond the realm......

These three Ghost Shadow Sect monks can also be regarded as well-informed, just based on the way Xiao Yin disappeared like a teleportation, and the scene in front of them, the hearts of the three of them were already a little heavy.

However, these three people have been rampant in the territory of Nanxu for many years, and they can be regarded as quite famous, and if they leave at this moment, it will be impossible.

The Mourning Gate Sword Monk slowly put the Mourning Gate Sword across his chest, looking like he was ready for battle, facing Xiao Yin, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency has a good body! With this ability to hang in the air with this hand, the three of us brothers are all sighing to ourselves. It's just that the three of us have been crisscrossing the territory of Nanxu for many years, and I can't say it, and today we have to join forces to discuss a lesson or two with this brother. ”

Xiao Yin said calmly: "Let's go together, everyone will save trouble." ”

The monk holding the spirit banner shouted in a low voice: "Big brother, third brother, this person is quite a bit weird, he will have a lot of dreams at night, don't think about it, quickly join forces to kill this person." ”

The weeping monk said in a deep voice: "Up!"

The Mourning Sword Monk should be reconciled: "Okay!"

Three black shadows rose from the ground and shot towards Xiao Yin, who was hanging on the reeds, from three directions.

The three of them each showed their weapons, and Zhenyuan urged wildly.

Immediately, the three of them began to glow with billowing black gas, a ghost crying wolf howl came out of the three of them, and several cold rays of light came out from the crying mourning stick, the soul flag, and the mourning sword, and there was an indescribable sense of viciousness.

At a glance, it seemed that three evil ghosts were pounced on Xiao Yin with their teeth and claws.

Xiao Yin slapped the black box behind him with his left hand, and at the same time, the sword finger of his right hand quickly changed several sword tricks.

"Go!"

Xiao Yin snorted lightly, pointing at the void a little.

Brush!

A black sword rainbow that was a foot long swept out of Xiao Yin's black box, flipped one by one, and rolled away in the direction where the three of them attacked.

The howling of the ghost and the wolf came to an abrupt end.

And then, poof, poof!

Three lines of blood were raised.

The next moment, three more corpses appeared on the reed ground.

On the throat of each corpse was a very small wound, less than three inches, from which blood was gushing wildly.

The three Ghost Shadow Sect monks looked horrified, and they all looked incredulous.

The monk with the sword of death in his hand had a gurgling throat and seemed to be still making a final struggle.

"You...... Finally...... Be...... Who...... Flying Swordsmanship...... How...... Can...... Yes!"

The Mourning Sword Monk trembled and pointed at Xiao Yin, spitting out the words with difficulty.

Xiao Yin squatted down and whispered in his ear with Zhenyuan, "Wrong. It's swordsmanship. ”

The Mourning Sword Monk's eyes suddenly bulged angrily at Xiao Yin, and his throat gurgled as if he wanted to say something more, but he struggled twice, and finally kicked his legs and lost his breath.

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