The sword light and sword shadow that contains the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Realm are as fast as lightning, directly hitting the key points of Rong Hui from various tricky angles.

Rong Hui flew in the air unhurriedly, almost hitting the sword net waiting for her to throw herself into the net.

The sharp sword net swept through Rong Hui's toes and pierced the ground.

The ground cracked in the blink of an eye, like a spider's web spreading rapidly, and where the power reached, the mountain was split and the giant tree collapsed.

Rong Hui didn't dare to hold it up, and he didn't hesitate to call out the flowing clouds.

"Hum—"

As soon as the fairy sword came out.

All the swords sensed the suppression from the immortal weapon and paused for a moment, making an unwilling clang.

Rong Hui took the opportunity to find a way out.

Leaving the battlefield, Rong Hui found that those who attacked her were not real people, but puppets that resembled real people, and there were thousands of them.

When the puppets saw Rong Hui escape, they turned their heads to look at Rong Hui with their brushes, their heads turned to their backs strangely, their bright red mouths cracked to the back of their ears, and then they blew at the sword in their hands.

To Rong Hui's surprise, these clearly front-line puppets could exhale.

"Kill!"

The earth-shattering sound of killing sounded in the bamboo forest.

Rong Hui's toes fluttered lightly on the bamboo leaves, and his calm eyes looked down on the puppet army condescendingly, judging where their masters were hiding.

"Seniors. ”

Jiang Xueyun's voice suddenly floated from afar.

Rong Hui followed the prestige, and his side was already entangled by hundreds of puppets.

Thinking about it, the two of them had already entered the trap set by others.

The location was chosen by Jiang Xueyun.

There is no doubt that the inner ghost is Jiang Xueyun's close person.

Or, he's the mastermind.

Rong Hui glanced at Jiang Xueyun, who was fighting hard, and held the sword, the Liuyun sword shadow in her hand flew over, and the white sword qi spread out with the dance, and the surrounding puppets were crushed if they got a little closer.

The puppet exploded and spewed out a thick mist.

Rong Hui held her breath vigilantly, the more the puppet under her sword died, the thicker the fog became.

The fog changed from faint wisps of filaments to a thick fog that made it impossible to open your eyes.

"The Five Elders... There is a problem with the puppet ... Don't believe it..."

The dense fog seemed to have a soundproof effect, and Jiang Xueyun's voice became intermittent.

Rong Huiyun can only see a few feet away with his eyes.

The coldness crawled from the ground to Rong Hui's knees, and it followed the blood flow step by step as if it was alive approaching Rong Hui's heart, silently burrowing into the blood through the pores, and running down the blood vessels into the brain to lurk carefully.

Rong Hui didn't notice it, she looked at such a familiar scene and thought of the ghost crying abyss.

I don't know when it gets dark.

Rong Hui remembered that it was Shen Shi when she came, and it was not dark yet.

The familiar ghost is cold.

Rong Hui clenched Liuyun and thought calmly.

"I'm supposed to be in some kind of enchantment. Rong Hui looked at the dense fog that gradually turned red and stood in place without touching a single grass or tree, "The cultivator of the spell caster has a higher cultivation than me, at least the cultivation of the out-of-body realm, and he is good at the secret art of the mechanism, especially the puppet secret art." ”

Rong Hui carefully recalled what he had done before he came, and did not let go of a trace of detail.

"A ghost cultivator who can control the Red Blood Realm will use his crazy obsession to build a Blood Red World. ”

"The Red Blood Realm generally has a real-world response. ”

"The only out-of-body realm in Qiongzhou is the sect master of the Psychic Sect, but he is already declining, and he definitely doesn't have the strength to create a red blood realm. ”

"Ziwei Sword Sect has four Yuanying True Monarchs, and two Tianlong Peak, I don't know them, so they have no reason to kill me. ”

Who exactly?

Rong Hui frowned.

I must have missed something.

Rong Hui couldn't remember for a while.

"Whew-"

The cold and biting cold air Buddha was on Rong Hui's face, and it was cloudy and cold.

It was as if a ghost was blowing on Rong Hui, giving her goosebumps uncomfortably.

The creator of the Red Blood Realm Enchantment is the strongest existence in this world.

Find out who is behind it, kill him and leave.

Rong Hui held his sword and walked forward with full concentration.

Jiang Xueyun's voice appeared in front of him.

Whether he's true or not, go check it out first.

"Jiang Xueyun?" Rong Hui called softly, "Where are you?"

"Five Elders. ”

Jiang Xueyun's suppressed roar came from the front, and his voice was rough and hoarse, like an echo squeezed out of his chest by a heavy object.

Rong Hui was about to move forward, when a snowy sword light suddenly flashed from the red mist.

Rong Hui was shocked, and the sword light brushed the tip of her nose.

The fierce and domineering force split the mountain peak behind him in half, rolling up the sky full of dust.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A cold voice sounded around Rong Hui.

She stared around, only to see nearly a thousand puppets holding ice blades staring straight at her, mechanically raising their knives, guns and axes towards her.

Rong Hui shook his cold arrow, and the golden spiritual power rippled in a circle, breaking the first batch of puppets in the blink of an eye.

The first were killed.

The second batch of puppets was connected, like a wave going forward and taking turns to fight, as if deliberately consuming Rong Hui's spiritual power.

Rong Hui was very annoyed, and the flowing clouds were divided into three thousand small swords that shot out like a torrential rain, ruthlessly cutting off the puppet and weakening Rong Hui's spiritual power, causing a gap to appear behind him.

A blood-red fairy sword appeared behind Rong Hui untouched, and she seemed to have no sense, concentrating on condensing the sword intent to solve the countless puppets in the form of sweeping thousands of armies.

"Phew!"

The wooden sword went out of the body to block the bloody sword with extremely heavy aura.

Rong Hui noticed something strange behind her, and she turned around sharply and saw the blood sword aimed at her throat and broke out in a cold sweat.

Thankfully, the wooden sword had a spirit to help her block the fatal blow.

Rong Hui's actual cultivation is already at the peak of the Yuan Infant Realm, and it stands to reason that she won't be able to hear the appearance of the blood sword, why?

While thinking about it, Rong Hui saw the words "Wind and Snow Sword" on the blood sword, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"Jiang Xueyun wants to kill me?"

This thought flashed through Rong Hui's mind.

Soon she vetoed it.

"The blood on this Fengxue sword is not condensed on the sword, it is more like the color that has drunk enough human blood and leached out from the inside out, it is not Jiang Xueyun's sword. ”

Between the lightning and flint, Rong Hui picked up the blood-stained wind and snow sword, she injected the golden spiritual power into the wooden sword, and scolded: "Go!"

The wooden sword with the aura of sharp gold rushed into the red mist with great momentum.

"Poof—"

The sound of a wooden sword entering flesh sounded.

Rong Hui is dual-minded, summoning a wooden sword while dealing with the ferocious puppet.

"Rustle—"

It was as if someone was dragging something on the ground.

Rong Hui pulled his left hand.

On the other end of the wooden sword, there seemed to be something competing with her for control of the wooden sword, and she grabbed the wooden sword to the death, and the strength was so strong that she almost pulled Rong Hui over.

Rong Hui's long legs were in a bunch, his relaxed left arm was instantly straightened, and the golden spiritual power exploded, swinging out a circle of golden spiritual power to blow away the surrounding red mist.

The red mist dissipated, and Rong Hui saw that it was Jiang Mingyue, the former owner of the Fengxue Building, who split herself in half, who was wrestling with her!

Jiang Mingyue was dressed in wet bloody clothes, and her body was stitched together with dense blood, like a rag doll that had been stitched up, eerie.

Intense, piercing blood squeezed out of the wound and fell to the ground in a puddle.

And the wooden sword was so coincidental that it was stuck in Jiang Mingyue's chest, and the irascible spiritual power seemed to re-cut Jiang Mingyue, who had become one.