When the white-clothed immortal flew down from the sky, the alarm bell in Ye Mingke's heart rang to the extreme. He instinctively wanted to step back, but saw Fang Wu's pitiful face full of horror.

He hesitated, but then rushed forward.

At this time, several other white-clothed friars in the heavens had also fallen.

The leader was a monk with many swords on his back, his face pale, one hand dripping with blood, and the other holding a delicate little sword stained with golden blood.

"Be careful, everyone, that ghost is coming!"

He stared at the delicate little sword in his hand that kept trembling, and warned in a loud voice.

At the moment when he just spoke, Ye Mingke felt that a black curtain suddenly appeared in his field of vision, but the strange thing was that he could still see the scene clearly in front of his eyes.

Two contradictory feelings suddenly appeared in Ye Mingke's perception, and before he could figure it out, he felt that the black curtain was rapidly twisting and moving forward, rushing towards Fang Wu's back.

"Get down. ”

Ye Mingke, who had already rushed to Fang Wu's side, grabbed Fang Wu's shoulder and threw him to the ground.

"Ahh

"No!"

A scream rang out at about the same time as a terrible scream.

Fang Wu, who was forcibly crushed to the ground, was bent at a strange angle by the white-clothed monk's tightly grasped arm under the pull of the two huge forces, and let out a scream of pain.

And in Ye Mingke's senses, the black curtain crossed the place where Fang Wu was originally located, and rushed towards the face of the white-clothed monk, and soon dissolved into the white-clothed monk's body.

The white-clothed monk's face was hideous, and he could only let out a last heart-rending cry, and the hideous expression on his face froze.

"Senior brother!"

The other whitefriars exclaimed.

Ye Mingke quickly felt that the strength of the white-clothed monk's hand holding Fang Wu's hand was gone. With a little force, he pulled Fang Wu's hand out of the whitefriar's hand.

Then he covered Fang Wu, who was still screaming, with one hand, and at the same time quickly retreated, widening the distance between him and the white-clothed monk who had fallen into a strange state

The others, including the other whitefriars, also consciously or unconsciously distanced themselves from the whitefriar, and soon the whitefriar was left alone in the open field.

There was a dead silence for a while.

Suddenly there was a "poof", as if something was broken. The whitefriar's body shook suddenly, and then a large amount of blood spouted from all over his body, engulfing him completely, leaving only a blood-colored humanoid.

The distorted face, covered in layers of blood, slowly lifted up in a stiff gesture, letting out a sharp and eerie smirk.

"Hell!"

Some of the men couldn't help but shout in fear.

"One more!"

Some of the whitefriars also muttered in fear.

"Boom"

In the midst of a sharp grin, the blood-colored human form suddenly burst into blue flames all over its body.

"Everyone, be careful, get ready to shoot!"

Li Guifan shouted to remind his junior brothers and sisters.

And Jian Jiu's face was cold, and he began to accumulate strength as early as when he was sure that the white-clothed monk could not be saved, and at this time, he suddenly took out his sword!

The sword light was fierce, and with a mighty roar, it slashed towards the blood-colored human form.

"Boom"

The ground was slashed by the sharp sword light, but the evil ghost did not wait in place this time to directly withstand their attack, and the blue flames flashed away, and he actually avoided the sword qi. With a faint blue flame, he lunged towards the sword nine that attacked him.

Jian Jiu snorted coldly, and the group of swords around him suddenly changed formations, and countless fierce sword qi broke through the air and stopped in front of the evil ghost.

The blood-colored evil ghost was slashed by multiple sword qi, and with a loud scream, the faint blue light on his body dimmed a little, as if he realized the trickiness of Jian Jiu, he turned back in the air without any pause, and rushed towards Song Mingyu beside him.

Facing the familiar and unfamiliar and distorted evil ghost face, Song Mingyu subconsciously took a step back, but he thought of something, and his pretty face flashed resolutely, and he reprimanded.

The long sword in his hand and the red skirt on his body ignited a gorgeous fiery red flame at the same time, and he took a step forward, colliding with the dark blue light flame on the oncoming demon.

At the moment of collision, the fiery red flame on Song Mingyu's body dimmed directly like a candle flame blown by the wind, while the dark blue flame on the demon's body swept directly forward, almost completely enveloping Song Mingyu's figure.

A black, withered claw that poked out forward, even grabbed the long sword that was about to cross Song Mingyu's horizontal block and grabbed Song Mingyu's white jade-like face.

"Sword rack!"

Unexpectedly, Song Mingyu, who had such a powerful demonic power, begged for help in horror.

"Get out!"

A shout filled with deep anger sounded, and a dazzling sword light pierced into the demon's blue flames, knocking the demon out of the way.

The demon let out a sharp grin, and still carried the stabbing flying sword on its body, but after flying out and landing on the ground, it quickly rushed into the mountain forest, as if trying to escape.

"Don't let him escape!"

Li Guifan shouted, flew forward with a few people, stopped in front of the evil ghost, and the magic trick and sword light came out together, beating the evil ghost upside down and flying back.

"I'm coming!"

Jian Jiu didn't look at Song Mingyu, who was sitting on the ground in shock, but strode forward, past her and straight towards the evil ghost, followed by a flying sword behind him.

The demon also clearly felt the great threat brought by Jian Jiu's approach, and reflexively threw himself in the other direction, continuing to want to escape.

Jian Jiu raised his sword finger and placed it horizontally in front of him, edict.

"Greedy Wolf"

With a "bell", a blood-red flying sword wandering beside him let out a sword groan, turning into a blood-red sword light that suddenly exploded into the ground in front of the demon, and countless sword qi bloomed from it, breaking through the air vertically and horizontally, locking this realm.

"Boom"

The evil ghost that crashed into the sword qi net was slashed upside down by the sword qi and flew out, and the dark blue flames on his body flickered and flickered, but after he landed, he suddenly pounced on the other white-clothed monk on the side.

Jian Jiu didn't turn his head, but just took a step forward, and the sword fingers in front of him didn't move, and he issued the edict again.

"Giant Gate!"

"Bell"

"Boom"

The flying sword beside him, which was as huge as half a wooden door, suddenly flew out and exploded into the ground in front of the demon, the earth and stone shattered, and countless sword qi also broke through the air.

The evil ghost changed directions again and again, and Jian Jiu's steady pace moved forward step by step, the sword finger in front of him was as fixed as a mountain, and the edict was lightly spitted, like the sound of spring thunder blooming.

"Wuqu"

"Lu Cun"

Two flying swords, one green and one yellow, flew out.

"Wenqu"

"Integrity"

Two flying swords, one purple and one blue, broke through the air.

The flying sword wandering beside him flew out one by one, blasting into the front of the evil ghost, countless vertical and horizontal sword qi were staggered, gradually weaving into a net, the flames on the demon's body had almost been cut out by the sword qi, and his legs were also cut off by the sword qi, but he still ran quickly with his hands on the ground, rushing towards the only place that had not been locked by the sword qi.

At this time, the flying sword suspended next to Jian Jiu was already empty, and a man who was standing in that direction was stunned.

The evil ghost seemed to notice that there was no flying sword next to Jian Jiu, and the delicious blood food was in front of him, and let out a sharp laugh, and flew towards the bamboo pole.

"Be careful. ”

Ye Mingke, who had been paying attention to the danger in the field, flew out, pushed the bamboo pole to the ground, and rolled backwards frantically.

At this time, Jian Jiu, who saw that the evil ghost was about to escape from the sword net, slowly raised his head, he only had a delicate small sword and a long sword behind him, and there was no flying sword by his side, but his sword finger remained the same. Just as the demon was about to step out of the sword net, the last edict sounded in a light voice.

"Break the army!"

The sword roar of the "bell" this time did not sound from Jian Jiu's side, but came from the flying sword inserted in the demon's body.

The demon's flying figure suddenly froze.

With the flying sword in his abdomen as the center, countless vertical and horizontal brilliant sword qi bloomed like a blooming green lotus.

"Boom"

The demon's body fell heavily, stirring up ten feet of dust. The entire body was slammed to the ground by the flying sword in his abdomen, and countless sword qi bloomed from the flying sword, breaking through the air, cutting the earth.

And although Ye Mingke and the bamboo pole had withdrawn from a certain distance, they were still swept by the shock wave set off by the surging sword qi and flew out.

At this time, the sword qi in the field finally weaved into a net with the addition of the last flying sword "Breaking the Army".

The seven long swords fixed in the field resonated at the same time, a huge field was formed, and countless sword qi surged spontaneously, turning into a roaring sword qi tornado.

The evil ghost roared wildly in the storm of sword qi, like a ghost crying, and like a cruel smile, and his body was crushed by the sword qi inch by inch, shattering and shattering.

When the sword qi strangled him to the point that he was only left with his head, the crazy strange laughter suddenly disappeared.

"Huh"

"Huh"

The two voices were not crazy, but showed a bit of clarity, and a faint chuckle suddenly sounded from the sword qi tornado.

It was the demon chuckling.

The laughter was ordinary, but it snaked into everyone's heart like a cold poisonous snake, faint.

"This demon seems to be getting stronger and more cunning!"

A monk looked at the demon that was gradually disappearing, but the fear on his face did not disappear, but became even more frightened.

When that ghost first possessed their brother last night, he didn't have any wisdom, but directly resisted their attack, but by this morning, this ghost was so cunning that he would take the initiative to escape.

And, at the speed at which this ghost is getting stronger, how far are they from all dying?

The chuckle was finally strangled by the sword qi, and the sword qi storm in the field gradually subsided, and the dusty field gradually became clear. All that remains is the fog that is everywhere and all the time still drifts in the air.

"Ahem. ”

Two coughs broke the silence in the backfield as the demons were eliminated.

Under Ye Mingke's rescue, he picked up another life-saving bamboo pole and coughed it out vigorously to suck in the dust, struggling to get up from the ground slowly.

"Bamboo poles. ”

At this time, a few men who dared to move when they came back to their senses hurriedly stepped forward to help their partners.

Ye Mingke, who was covered in dust, also slowly stood up from the ground.

The remaining five white-clothed monks only then turned their eyes to look at the group of embarrassed and humble mortals around them, especially the cloth-clothed young man who stood behind everyone and made people involuntarily look at him.

Some immortals stared coldly at the bland young man and said coldly.

"Mortal, you killed one of our junior brothers!"

The icy killing intent spread again in this newly calmed field.