The soldiers of the Yu clan were not idle, and once again slashed at the people with swords.

With a burst of wails, the monks who were watching the battle finally found their conscience and began to fight with the Yu soldiers with their swords.

The swords flashed, blood splashed, and only the thunderclap of swords and the screams of pain could be heard in the wind.

And the two people who fought fiercely in mid-air were evenly matched, and neither of them could hurt the other party in the slightest.

Twilight Han may not have been Ling Cheng's opponent before, but now that Ling Cheng has been seriously injured, and he has been running around all night, after a hundred moves, Ling Cheng is a little powerless.

Twilight saw the opportunity, turned his wrist sharply, and pointed a fast and fierce sword at the opponent's chest.

Ling Cheng held his sword against the tip of the sword, and although he was lucky enough to dodge the fatal blow, he was also shocked by the sword qi and retreated again and again, falling to the ground in vain.

He knelt on one knee, propped up the evil on the ground, a mouthful of blood gushed out, seeing that Twilight Han had already gone down with his sword, he clutched the Qiankun painting, his eyes gradually condensed, and after weighing the pros and cons, he finally abandoned those people, turned around and fled.

can't even protect his beloved, how can he care about the life and death of others, since he has already been ruined, why do you have to be a decent gentleman.

Fei Yu didn't seem to expect him to run away, the smile on his face gradually faded, and the ink wings opened in vain, and flew after him.

In this case, wouldn't it be happy that he would take Ling Cheng's life with his own hands?

Twilight fell to the ground, and he looked back at the monks and Yu soldiers who were fighting endlessly, revealing a hazy smile, and immediately pursued in the direction of Ling Cheng's escape.

What does it matter to him whether others live or die, what he wants is that today next year will be Ling Cheng's death day.

At this time, Yu Jin and Tang Ying had already brought hundreds of protégés to pursue here.

Seeing Twilight leaving, the two looked at each other, waved their protégé to save the man, and followed.

The addition of hundreds of monks made the battle that was originally inseparably high and low in an instant, and one after another the soldiers of the Yu clan fell in pools of blood, and finally turned into dust and disappeared without a trace.

At that time, Ling Cheng fled all the way to Zhishui Lake, and the consumption of physical strength over the past few days made him run slower and slower, and finally stumbled to one knee.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that Fei Yu had fallen a foot in front of him, and he approached step by step, with a breathtaking smile on his bewitching face, but his eyes were as cold as killing bones.

Before he could get up, a strong wind howled, and Ling Cheng rolled on the spot a few times before he escaped Twilight's sneak attack.

"Sinister villain," Fei Yu roared, and immediately spread his ink wings, and hundreds of feather arrows flew out in unison, hitting Twilight Han head-on.

The revenge of Mo Yi's being cut off must be redoubled today, and as for Ling Cheng, he deserves to die, but he can only die in his own hands.

Twilight Han reacted very quickly, his wrist stirred back and forth, driving a whirlwind to hand over the highly poisonous feather arrows into it, and then the palm of his hand was loosened, and the luck dantian was aimed at the hilt of the sword.

The powerful air currents forced all the feather arrows to turn back, and the long sword that was as fast as light struck in the direction of the flying feather.

Seeing that something was wrong, the ink wing continued to fantasize wildly, and the feather arrow flew out again, colliding with the feather arrow that had turned back in pairs, and finally fell to the ground one after another, turning into a stream of scorched black gas and disappearing.

But the long sword was like a bamboo, and it came straight to his chest.

His eyes turned blue, and his hands turned around from bottom to top, and a cloud of inky black qi crossed his chest, dissolving the deadly sword.

The sword fell to the ground in vain, and the corners of Twilight's mouth twitched, and her toes tapped on the trunk of the tree before she flew to retrieve it.

Who knew that before the palm of his hand touched the hilt of the sword, the black qi in the opponent's palm attacked head-on, and he spun around several times, only then did he dodge the attack of the black qi, and then leaned forward, grabbed the long sword and hit the opponent's throat directly.

Fei Yu had already calculated his move, leaned back, rubbed his heels all the way to the ground, his palms slightly hooked, and his fingertips were three inches long claws with a fierce wave, hitting the opponent's face head-on.

Twilight was already a step too late to react, and the fierce wind blew through his face, and suddenly blood sprayed, leaving four deep claw marks on the left side of his face, and he fell to the ground, rolling several times before he knelt on one knee with his sword support.

Flying Feather instigated the ink wing again, and the feather arrow flew out immediately, and Twilight was powerless to change his move to block, and his eyes swept over the surface of the lake, and he plunged into the lake like the wind under his feet.

Suddenly, only Ling Cheng and Fei Yu were left on the lake, their eyes facing each other, and both sides had different thoughts.

Ling Cheng hesitated whether to hand over the Qiankun painting to Fei Yu, after all, he was now the target of everyone, and he lived a life of licking blood from the knife every day, and he didn't know if he could still protect the night spirit.

He had long known that Fei Yu's feelings for the Night Spirit were no less than his own, and although he killed innocents indiscriminately and did extreme things, it just showed that he cared about the Night Spirit and was a person who could be trusted.

If he told him that Ling'er was still alive, he might be able to let go of his hatred and take her to live a life free from the world.

But Fei Yu just wants to kill him and avenge the night spirit and the fox clan.

Ling Cheng was about to give everything out of the situation, when he heard a rush of footsteps, and then Tang Ying and Yu Jin stopped him and Fei Yu in the center one after the other.

"Brutes, actually colluding with the demon clan and killing the people, it's a heinous crime! Today, the owner of this island wants to get rid of you. Yu Jin scolded angrily, and couldn't help but strike with a sword.

Seeing this, Tang Ying raised his sword and stabbed Fei Yu in the back.

The battle began again, and four extremely fast figures rushed from the ground into the air, hitting each other in pairs, but they were so fast that they couldn't even see the figures clearly.

Only bits and pieces of fire seemed to be visible in the air, and only the sound of the thunderclap was in my ears.

The inky figure flashed, and after dodging Tang Ying's blow, a backhand slashed into the opponent's shoulder.

Tang Ying couldn't dodge, his arm was hit by the other party, the sharp eagle claws sank deep into the bone, and when the palm was withdrawn, it led to the spray of blood.

Immediately after that, a strong wind whistled behind him, and he received a kick in the back, and then fell from the air to the ground, spitting out blood and winding.

He hurriedly tore off the sleeves of his coat, and saw that the four holes were black and festering, and he knew that the other party's eagle claws were tempered with poison.

Barely a moment of hesitation, the long sword swept away, accompanied by a painful scream, and directly cut off his left arm.

His bloodied severed arm fell to the ground, his bright yellow clothes were covered with blood, and he clenched his teeth, but his face was still distorted in pain.

If this is not the case, once the toxin invades the internal organs, not to mention whether the cultivation can be saved, even the small life is worried.

Fei Yu stepped on the leaves, the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were full of disdain, what if he cut off his arm, he still couldn't escape death!

The ink wings opened in vain, and the feather arrows fell in unison again.

Tang Ying was so frightened that in the face of countless oncoming feather arrows, he even forgot to fight back for a while.

The calm surface of the lake suddenly rippled, and Twilight Han jumped into the air from the water, raised his sword and opened his bow left and right, slashing straight to the surface of the lake, and the powerful impact force immediately set off a stormy wave, hitting the feather arrow all the way.

If it is an illusion, it will be broken!

Although the feather arrow of the flying feather is extremely poisonous, it is scattered when it encounters water, and once the night spirit used the water resistance technique to extinguish the demon poison he refined, and Twilight Han's move is also similar, just to crack his phantom feather flying arrow.

Fei Yu's face gradually condensed, and he immediately retracted his ink wings, hooked his claws slightly, and swooped down, straight to Tang Ying's throat.

Tang Ying came to his senses and moved back quickly, his long sword stirring back and forth in the air, dazzling people and unable to see the reality clearly.

Fei Yu was not idle, the eagle's claws swept, and a huge locust tree was cut off and smashed into Tang Ying.

I felt that the light was suddenly dim, and Tang Ying secretly said that it was not good, so he wanted to stop and flee, but he didn't expect the locust tree to fall very fast, and he couldn't dodge, so the whole person was crushed under the tree.

Fei Yu stood still, looking at all this indifferently, with a light force in his palm, a short black blade was held in his palm, and he immediately approached the collapsed locust tree step by step.

Twilight has always been a cold bystander, with a smile on her face, but that smile is intimidating and terrifying.

If it is said that the first hero who helped him win Lingxi, it really has to be the eagle falcon in front of him, if he hadn't been injured by him last time, how would he know about the existence of the night spirit?

Without the key chess piece of Yeling, Lingxi would not have fallen into his hands in this life.

In that case, then reward him with a good time!

The toes tapped on the surface of the lake, and ran all the way to the flying feather, wanting to take advantage of its unpreparedness and seal the throat with a sword.

But he still underestimated the other party, Fei Yu had long expected the existence of this sinister villain, and the short blade was prepared for him.

And this short blade is the ink feather that was destroyed.

On the day of the night spirit's marriage, he did destroy the ink feather, but later found that the loss of the ink feather was more painful, and after some consideration, he reshaped the ink feather, which was more toxic than before.

With a wave of the ink sleeve, the ink feather immediately took out his palm, and then hit Twilight's chest.

Twilight changed his tactics in a hurry, trying to block Mo Yu's attack, but after all, he was still a step too late, and seeing that it was already approaching his chest, he had to dodge sideways, but he still landed.

Mo Yu pierced into his chest, and then quickly hid in it, his mind was extremely fast, he quickly sealed himself at the acupuncture point, took off the 'Hundred Poison Qing' he carried with him, and swallowed it all, so that the toxin did not erode the internal organs.

The wound was only two points away from the heart, and if he dodged one step too late, he was afraid that he would die on the spot.

Fei Yu smiled coldly, and immediately rushed forward, hitting the opponent's throat with his palm.

Even if Mo Yu didn't kill Twilight Han immediately, he didn't have the extra strength to fight back, and it would be easy to kill him.

Twilight didn't dodge, and even closed her eyes, looking like she was at home, but the corners of her mouth were inadvertently hooked.

How could this despicable villain be so generous and righteous, I am afraid that there are still tricks, Fei Yu realized that it was too late, the cold long sword broke through his chest from the back, and the scarlet blood continued to drip down, and when he looked sideways, he saw Tang Ying holding the long sword and pulled it out fiercely.

He actually escaped, and he was careless.

Twilight Han opened his eyes in vain, and made a gesture with Tang Ying, and as soon as the long sword turned, the two pounced again.

Blood continued to gush out of Fei Yu's chest, but under the cover of the ink clothes, there was not the slightest trace of blood.

Raising his eyes and looking at the two people who were still fighting fiercely in the air, he suddenly laughed uncontrollably, and immediately took off into the air, sweeping all the way to the sky above Zhishui Lake.

Looking down at the two people on the ground who had missed him, he raised a cold smile.

"Ling Cheng, listen up, I sacrifice 10,000 years of freedom, curse you in this life, in the next life, in life after life, forever and forever, you will never see the night spirit again, you don't want to hurt her again, haha......"

A huge whirlpool suddenly appeared on the calm surface of the lake, and the inky figure gradually disappeared into it.

He had already planned everything, and he was already thinking of taking Ling Cheng's life and then performing the evil spell.

Sacrificing his 10,000-year-old free body, he will forever fall into the endless abyss, just in exchange for the night spirit to live without worry, and the world is safe.

It doesn't hurt if you can't kill him with your own hands, so let him live in the world, so that no one will disturb the Huangquan Road of the Night Spirit, and he can rest assured.