In the backyard, Luan Shuiqing stood with his hands in his hands, he raised his head and looked coldly at the three people on the opposite roof, from the position, he was looking up at each other, but the momentum he exuded from his body was looking down on the world, as if he was condescending to look down on a few tiny ants.

Under Luan Shuiqing's arrogant and cold gaze, Yin Tieyi already felt that his forehead was sweating slightly, and he remembered the scene with this man that night, this was the most frustrated battle in his life, from beginning to end he was suppressed to the point that he had no power to fight back, even when facing his master, uncle, and even the Demon Sect Master, he didn't have such a real sense of powerlessness.

Gradually he no longer dared to look at him.

And the ghost face beside him was the opposite of the majestic Luan Shuiqing, he didn't have the slightest aura on his body, and even a cultivator like Yin Tieyi, at such a close distance from the ghost face, he couldn't even feel the slightest breath of him overflowing, like a stone statue without any signs of life.

One is like a towering mountain, looking at the world, and the other is like a dark abyss, bottomless.

None of them took the lead, and they were all waiting for each other to show their flaws first.

However, the ghost face didn't need to make the first move, because there were three people on their side, except for the silver iron clothes that had been shocked by Luan Shuiqing, there was another person on their side who had been watching coldly, and not long ago, this person had just made a move with Luan Shuiqing.

Ghost Face and Luan Shuiqing were still facing each other in the air, but Meng Yu'an had already taken a step forward, holding a long knife in his hand, and slowly walked towards Luan Shuiqing.

His eyes were as black as ink, as if the entire eye socket was filled with pupils, his originally handsome face turned purple and black, and his body was shrouded in a cloud of black mist, and even the long knife was constantly emitting black gas, and he didn't look like a person at all, but like a monster crawling out of the Netherworld Ghost Domain.

"It turned out to be him!"

At this moment, a cry of surprise came from an extremely hidden corner in the distance.

"Boss, do you know him?" another thick figure sounded, and the man twisted as he spoke, his figure was so strong that the other frowned slightly.

Both of them were dressed in black robes, the tall one wore a wolf-headed mask, while the other was pale and had a cold look in his eyes, as if nothing in the world could arouse his interest.

If Yun Luochen was present at this time, he would definitely be very surprised, because this person was the same Han Yin who forced Master Long Yin to risk being counterattacked and used the Ying Long Tang forbidden technique "Ancestral Dragon True Body"!

At that time, many people saw him fall off the cliff with their own eyes, but he still stood there unscathed, still maintaining the same cold and indifferent expression that had not changed for ten thousand years.

"Remember what that woman told you?" Han Yin's gaze still fell on Meng Yu'an in the distance, "She said that the Nether King sent two people out, one was herself, and the other guy, she said that we can't see or touch it." ”

Yi Chuan nodded, "Remember, at that time, you said that you would let the Night Baby go and check, but it has been very busy over there recently, and the Night Baby has no time." ”

The corners of Han Yin's mouth turned up slightly, "Tell him that he doesn't need to check, I already know who it is." ”

Yi Chuan frowned and asked, "Could it be this Fu Yu'an?" ”

Han Yin shook his head and sneered: "He is not Fu Yu'an now, he is a famous soul-devouring nightmare of the underworld, he has no body, and can only rely on soul devouring to sustain his life. ”

Yi Chuan suddenly realized, "I said, how did this Fu Yu'an become the son of the Meng family in one fell swoop, and he also colluded with the Demon Sect's gang." ”

"There is no Meng family at all. Han Yin explained lightly: "It was a nightmare possessed by Fu Yu'an, under the pseudonym Meng Yuan'an, and he found a few people from the Demon Sect to pretend to be his parents and relatives, and then spent money to buy a group of subordinate servants, so he created the illusion of a big family out of thin air, and they came to this Pingqiu City just to cooperate with the Iron Cloak Gang." ”

"I see. Yi Chuan asked again: "What are they doing for such a big effort?"

"For what?" Han Yin snorted coldly, "It's not for that teleportation circle in Pingqiu Valley. ”

Yi Chuan's expression was a little solemn, "Then what should we do?"

Han Yin smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Let them go, we don't have to worry about it, it just so happens that I also want to see how much potential that kid still has." ”

"You mean, that cloud falling dust?" Yi Chuan asked strangely, "Didn't he run away?"

Han Yin's deep gaze looked into the distance and muttered, "You are wrong, he won't run, if he is a person who escapes from the battle, why should he be my opponent in the future?"

In Luan's mansion, fierce battles are about to break out.

The long knife in Meng Yuan's hand had almost completely turned black!

This knife slashed towards Luan Shuiqing's head, and when the sharp knife was about to reach Luan Shuiqing's eyes, the black gas that was constantly expanding around was like an overwhelming dark cloud, obscuring the morning light that had just lit up on the horizon, and the knife light swept the surging black waves, as if to engulf Luan Shuiqing's entire person.

Luan Shui's eyes were as clear as the morning star, his arm waved lightly, and he drew his sword out of its sheath, and a little sword light pierced the vast black clouds in front of him like a flying star outside the sky.

A shrill sound of breaking the air came, the sword star shone, and the black cloud collapsed.

Meng Yu'an's body twisted strangely in mid-air, and he dodged this sword suddenly, and then his body moved, swinging his knife and slashing at Luan Shuiqing's waist, as if he wanted to cut the opponent into two pieces.

Luan Shuiqing moved a few feet and his body was slightly sideways, so he easily avoided this blow, and at the same time, a sword stabbed out, straight to Meng Yuan's chest.

Meng Yu'an's upper body suddenly flipped back, and the whole person dodged the sword as if he was facing it on his back, and then kicked towards Luan Shuiqing's front door, but was dodged by Luan Shuiqing with a small stride.

The two fought against each other offensively and defensively in this way, and it was a few rounds, regardless of victory or defeat.

Compared to Meng Yuan'an's ability to fold and twist his body in a non-human way, Luan Shuiqing's dodge is ingenious and calm, his pace is not too fast, but he can dodge just one second before the opponent's move hits him, and at the moment of dodging, he can immediately find an opportunity to counterattack.

Luan Shuiqing's sword moves were as dense as a drizzle, which was unguardable, even if Meng Yu'an had this very comparable way of dodging, he would still inevitably be injured by the sword qi on his body.

Finally, Meng Yuan, who was gradually falling behind in the martial arts confrontation, became angry, and the black qi surrounding his body became more intense and condensed, and his momentum suddenly skyrocketed several times.

"Roar—" He roared like an enraged beast, and his face, which had previously been like a humble child, was now as hideous as a demon.

He slowly raised the long knife, the pitch-black blade didn't know how much black gas it absorbed, and it became black and shiny, not only that, but the knife actually continued to expand in the black mist, and in the blink of an eye, it had become the size of a high-rise column, and the black mist that was entwined in it also seemed to have turned into a black dragon with teeth and claws.

"Drink!" Meng Yuan raised his long knife and slashed it fiercely, and this knife went down, as if the entire sky had darkened.

The entire backyard was shrouded in boundless black mist, Luan Shuiqing had no way to dodge, he soared into the air, raised the short sword in his hand, and even made a smooth splitting motion.

"Butterfly Shadow Slash!"

Luan Shuiqing's slash was not as powerful and fierce as Meng Yuan'an, his sword seemed to be gentle and casual, but when that elegant sword light flew out, it suddenly turned into countless fragments of white light in mid-air. These white lights spread out like butterflies, turning into countless sharp swords that tore through the dark mist.

However, Luan Shuiqing, who had blocked Meng Yu's safety blow, finally revealed his flaws at this time, and the ghost face, which had always been as independent as a rock, finally moved.

He stretched out his right hand and shook his index finger slightly.

A blood-red arrow had already reached Luan Shuiqing's eyebrows almost the moment he moved his fingers!

With Luan Shuiqing's keen perception, he didn't even notice how this arrow suddenly appeared in front of him.

Yin Tieyi's eyes widened on the side, he kept staring at the battle on the field from the side, but he didn't find out where the arrow came from, he saw Meng Yu'an slash down, Luan Shuiqing swung his sword and slashed, and then a blood arrow suddenly appeared strangely.

Only Meng Yu'an knew best, because the arrow of the ghost face had been hidden in the cuff where he held the knife.

When he tried his best to slash that knife, he thought that Ghost Face would use his and this arrow's spirit control power to manipulate it to shoot out at the opportunity, forcing Luan Shuiqing to withstand the attacks of the two at the same time, but he didn't expect Ghost Face's mind to be even more ruthless, he has been patiently waiting for Luan Shuiqing to use the trick "Butterfly Shadow Slash" to crack his own move, and then suddenly attack when Luan Shuiqing's old power has just exhausted his new power.

At this time, Luan Shui's empty door was wide open, and the true qi gathered in his body had just been exhausted, and he was already unable to resist, as long as he was shot by a blood arrow, this battle would be over.

The blood arrow accurately hit Luan Shuiqing's eyebrows.

However, it failed to pierce his skull, and between the arrow and the skin above the bridge of Luan Shuiqing's nose, there was a thin blade.

Luan Shuiqing turned the Butterfly Shadow Sword in his hand upside down at this critical moment and pasted it on his forehead, as a shield only one inch wide, just enough to withstand this arrow.

Even so, the impact of this arrow was still very strong, and Luan Shuiqing took several steps back but failed to stabilize his body, this was the first time he had fought someone in decades that he looked a little embarrassed.

This seemingly killer blow missed, but Ghost Face didn't seem to be surprised, he had disappeared in place at the same time as the blood arrow was shot, and when he reappeared in everyone's field of vision, he had already reached Luan Shuiqing's back.

He gently pushed out a palm on Luan Shuiqing's back.

This seemingly gentle and freehand palm once blocked Master Long Yin's full force blow of "Kanglong has regrets", shattering the huge golden dragon phantom like a mountain in an instant.

Luan Shuiqing didn't expect the opponent's offensive to be so seamless, he couldn't control his backward figure now, but the opponent's palm had already blocked all his retreats.

Sure enough, this guy is the toughest opponent.

Luan Shuiqing finally realized that he was afraid that he had encountered an opponent who was even more difficult to deal with than Yun Qing back then, because although Yun Qing had strong swordsmanship and strong strength, he opened and closed his shots, and he always fought hard and head-on, but this guy with a skull mask and a grim man like a dead man not only has fierce and fast moves, but what is even more terrifying is that he uses intrigues and tricks to calculate you all the time.

Yun Luochen was right before, this guy, even if he fought him one-on-one, Luan Shuiqing might not have a full chance of winning.

And now, the other party's killing move has been unavoidable.

Luan Shuiqing had no choice but to quickly turn the tip of the sword and stab towards the palm of the ghost face behind him.

However, the arrow was pinched by two fingers.

Ghost Face stretched out his other hand, he seemed to have expected Luan Shuiqing to stab this arrow in the back, he pinched the cold blade almost the moment the tip of the sword stabbed out, and then drew his sword very casually and swiped it to the side.

And the palm of his other hand finally pressed firmly on Luan Shuiqing's back.

At this moment, it was as if the whole world was silent.

An extremely subtle sound came from the vertebrae of Luan Shuiqing's back, like the sound of people stepping into the snow in winter.

The sound was not loud, but it was more palpitating than thunder.

Several of the people present were experts in hearing, and the sound of broken bones was all too familiar to them.