Senior Brother Wang was shocked and felt the danger of falling, but he couldn't break free for a while. But he is also a veteran foundation building monk, and he can support the front-line camp for so long, and he also has his own hole cards.

He let out a loud shout, his face suddenly turned red, and suddenly he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of crimson flying swords, which kept flying towards the void, and turned into a curtain of flame to protect him inside.

After Senior Brother Wang made this action, his heart was slightly relieved, and then he pinched his hands, and the countless sword qi gushing out of his body wrapped him, and he was about to find a way to fly out.

At this moment, the black spear accelerated violently, blurring in the air, and the tip of the spear collided with the light curtain of flames.

A scene that made Senior Brother Wang frightened appeared!

A terrible scream sounded, and the sharp spearhead pierced the shield of the flames with great speed, and then in the next moment, it suddenly became smaller and pierced heavily on Senior Brother Wang's chest.

Senior Brother Wang screamed, and a spear that was constantly bubbling black gas immediately appeared in his chest, and the Flame of the Sea of Clouds that had taken decades to conceive had no effect at all. The black qi slowly poured into his meridians along the wound, and Senior Brother Wang was so dazed that he completely lost consciousness.

This Senior Brother Wang, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, was easily subdued by Fu Bao.

The bewitching man took the opportunity to shake a few times, grabbed the small sword and storage bag in his hand, and threw the small sword towards the white-haired man at the same time.

Then he swept his gaze, and the Qi refining disciples below had already run away, and a vacuum area appeared here.

The white-haired man's expression showed a hint of exhaustion, and a swarthy rope flew out of the storage bag, binding Senior Brother Wang tightly, and then pointed at the black spear with one hand.

After the black spear was blurred, it turned into a rune treasure and was caught in his hand.

"Senior Brother Qi, this guy also has a rune treasure in his storage bag, so it should be regarded as compensation for you. The bewitching man took out a talisman with a small white sword printed on it from the storage bag and threw it casually.

Qi Hua casually put away the rune treasure, and then looked into the distance, Han Yu had already disappeared without a trace.

"Let's get out of here and see what that pock-faced monk is all about!" the white-haired man said coldly.

Before the words fell, the bewitching man suddenly pointed his hand at the battle group in another place, and asked suspiciously, "Is it him?"

Qi Hua was slightly stunned when he heard this, and turned his head to look at the battle group not far away, only to see that the pock-faced monk who had just escaped was helping another old man share the pressure and jointly besiege and kill a mid-stage peak monk.

Qi Hua was furious in his heart, and was about to go to support, but was stopped by the bewitching man on the side and comforted: "I'll go to support first, Senior Brother Qi's intact materials will be transported back." I'm willing to pay some price for this man's soul. ”

"Okay, when I search for the soul, the junior brother will detain this soul. Qi Hua nodded faintly, rolled up Senior Brother Wang's body and fled towards the back.

The bewitching man took out a small black flag in his hand and rushed over with confidence!

At this time, Han Yu, who was participating in the fight, was extremely depressed.

He was just about to withdraw from the battlefield, but was blocked by a thin old man in a silver robe, looking at him with a cold face.

This person's cultivation has already completed the foundation building, and he shouted to let Han Yu return to the battlefield, otherwise he would be killed on the spot.

Han Yu guessed that this person should be a monk of the law enforcement team, and he did have this right in his hands, so he could only reluctantly turn back.

This is also what Han Yu wants to left!

As long as the monk can kill the same rank, he has the right to retreat from the battlefield, after all, no one can support a high-intensity battle.

Not far from him was the old man surnamed Lu, and the two of them worked together to besiege and kill the monk at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, and defeated him one after another.

"Senior Brother Han, let's work together to kill this. As long as you take his head, you can leave the battlefield. Old man Lu whispered in his ear.

Han Yu was slightly stunned when he heard this, then why did the law enforcement monk just now stop him?

Suddenly, it dawned on him that he hadn't lifted the masked nun's head in his hand just now, so he had caused this misunderstanding.

Thinking of this, Han Yu had the idea of retreating in his heart.

At this moment, I saw the bewitching man who had just fought with Senior Brother Wang rushing towards him.

Han Yu was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly instilled spiritual power into his eyes and looked towards the camp of the Demon Dao.

In the distance, I saw a silver light, and I could vaguely distinguish that it was the silver-haired man just now.

As soon as this tricky opponent was gone, Han Yu's heart was already a lot more relieved, and when he looked at the bewitching man, his eyes were overflowing with murderous intent.

In the battle just now, Han Yu had been paying attention to the battle groups on both sides, although most of the attention was on the battle between Senior Brother Yuan and the white-haired man, but he also saw the entanglement with Senior Brother Wang.

"Senior Brother Lu, there are people in the Demon Dao to support, I'll go to the enemy first. Han Yu said, he patted the storage bag lightly, and five or six dolls had appeared in his hand.

Just when the bewitching man was still ten zhang away from him, Han Yu lightly clicked the Qingluo knife, and a little bit of crystal light appeared in front of him, and it turned into ice picks about an inch long, and more than twenty ice picks attacked him.

When the bewitching man saw this scene, his heart was relieved, and he shook the black flag in his hand, and a flame swept over, evaporating the ice pick in mid-air.

He also saw the fight between Han Yu and the white-haired man just now, thinking that Han Yu's mana had been exhausted for most of his body.

But at this moment, Han Yu's eyes flashed, and he waved forward with one hand, and more than a dozen green hazy wind blades attacked him.

Whistling!

The cyan wind blade let out a screeching sound that pierced the air, and struck the bewitching man.

The bewitching man frowned, as if he felt that something was wrong, but he still took out the black cloud banner and firmly protected his body to prevent anything strange about this wind blade.

More than a dozen wind blades crashed into the cloud flags, and they were annihilated without setting off a single wave.

Seeing this, the bewitching man's heart was relieved, but at this moment, there was a sound of "clucking" around him, and six puppets appeared around him silently, wearing spiritual armor, holding a shining high-level magic weapon in his hand, and carrying a one-zhang high bow and crossbow behind him.

The bewitching man looked at the puppet and was shocked, feeling that the situation was a little bad, but he still didn't feel the danger of falling.

He shook the black flag slightly, and the black flames in it slowly gathered in the air, turning into a black snake, trying to burn the six puppets to ashes. But by doing so, he gave the puppet a chance to attack.

The six puppets took out their crossbows, and a finger-thick arrow of light appeared, shooting towards the banner.

Boom boom...

The cloud banner that could easily resist the wind blade was swaying incessantly by the light arrows, and the black light curtain was also shaking continuously, and the black sail was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, the bewitching man didn't care about the black dragon, and poured mana into the black flag.

The shaking black flags stabilized, but the black dragons in the sky also turned into black flames again, slowly extinguishing.

Boom boom...

The second round of arrows of light had already struck, and they continued to bombard the black flag, making him unable to distract from anything else.

The bewitching man's heart sank, and he had already retreated in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Han Yu, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Han Yu also quietly came to the side of the humanoid puppet, and was about to throw a yellow ball.

"Boom boom."

The ball turned into countless pieces of bamboo in the air and rushed towards the man, but the man took advantage of the moment and struck the golden blade and the white tower towards him.

The bewitching man didn't even think about it, and bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a ball of blood spurted out.

The small black flag burned for no reason, and turned into a black python about five feet long to meet it.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a man in yellow armor rushed in front of him, a fist covered in bamboo slices slammed into him.

The bewitching man's frightened face changed, and he violently instilled mana into the leather armor made of the third-order demon beast on his body, and at the same time turned his arm in front of him.

He had already made up his mind that even if he had a self-detonating magic weapon, he would flee from here, this pock-faced monk was really too dangerous.

But at this moment, seven or eight bamboo thorns suddenly appeared from the fist smashed out by Han Yu on the opposite side, which exuded a fishy smell, and a bamboo tube appeared at the elbow, and a ball of white light sprayed out!

Under the strong thrust, the fist slammed into the arm, making a soft rattling sound.

This fist instantly broke through the body protection aura and broke his arm, and then hit him in the chest with even greater force.

The bewitching man let out a scream, and his arms were black and purple, filled with a smell of decay.

In the next moment, a bloody fist had emerged from behind him, and the blood on it was dripping down the ground.

Before he could react, a line of blood appeared on his neck, and before he could react, his head had been grabbed and taken away.