On the ground, hundreds of Foundation monks have flocked to the Blood Opium Palace. Wu Xuan said:

Wen Xuan and Elder Yu were trapped in mid-air, unable to extricate themselves.

The current situation is very clear, there is only one way for the disciples of the Void, and that is to escape!

There isn't much time left.

Once Wen Xuan and Elder Yu were unable to resist, they would not only have to face hundreds of Foundation monks, but also the pursuit of Jin Dan.

"Let's go!"

Qin Yu, who inherited his disciple, drank too much and didn't dare to stay longer. He turned and fled.

Ji Chengtian, another successor disciple, also followed.

Many illusory disciples walked under the sword, fled in all directions, and walked out of the Dongling Valley.

"Big brother, Sister Leng, run!"

The fat man looked nervous, sweaty, and greeted him.

Nod your head slightly.

The two people subconsciously looked at Su Qin.

At this time, Su Qin's eyes were squinted, his whole body was covered with cold blood, and the best flying sword was hanging in his palm, trembling.

Of course, Su Qin also knew that the wisest thing to do at the moment was to get out of here as much as possible.

But he didn't want to!

"You go first, I'll kill this man!"

Su Qin's sleeves waved his robe, and the best flying sword flashed with four spiritual lights in his palm, dazzling, whirring, breaking free, and heading straight for the wind and feather thorns in the distance.

"Bang!"

At the same time, Su Qin took a step forward with his left foot, stepped heavily on the ground, and his legs were forced, and the whole person was like a pony, his feet were running, leaving a series of figures.

"Huh?"

Feng Haoyu felt the sharp edge, like a thorn in his back, the air was torn, and a strange bare sound came out.

Feng Haoyu frowned, there was nothing to think about, turning the flying sword and running the secret art of the illusory sword.

Make love!

The sword trembled slightly, and did not enter the void.

Because the degree was so fast, this superb flying sword almost melted into the void, becoming void and transparent, difficult to detect.

In terms of sword skills, Feng Haoyu was indeed much superior to Su Qin.

"When!"

Feng Haoyu's flying sword arrived first, and he actually intercepted Su Qin's flying sword, and Mars flew around.

"The best flying sword!"

Feng Haoyu noticed the four spiritual lines on Su Qin's flying sword, his eyes were hot, and a trace of greed flashed over him.

"Feng Haoyu, you give me your life!"

Su Qin's voice sounded, like Ping Lei, the momentum of the whole person's surge, killing cold, with an unparalleled trend, roared to!

The style of Haoyu has changed a lot.

"Su Qin, you dare. ”

Feng Hao didn't expect that Su Qin didn't choose to run away, and dared to see hundreds of Foundation monks rushing up!

Of course, Su Qin also knew that in the emperor's swordsmanship, he could not be compared to the wind and feathers.

Even if he had the best flying sword, he could only paint with Feng Haoyu.

Therefore, Su Qin sacrificed the flying sword just to attract the attention of the wind.

The real killer is yet to come!

Today, the distance between Su Qin and Feng Haoyu was less than five steps.

Within five steps, even if the wind and rain are the foundation for building a complete whole, drink and hate here!

Bang!

Su Qin punched his backhand, his right arm crossed a huge arc in the air, and he made a mark with his fist, and the air burst with a loud bang.

Feng Hao didn't have time to dodge, and for the first time, he smashed the body protector with his hand.

The mask rises.

Bang!

The print slapped against the mask with great ferocity.

Click!

The second-level body protection symbol was actually smashed by Su Qin's punch!?

Shhhh

Feng Haoyu took a breath of cold air, and his students contracted violently.

Su Qin looked cold, his eyes flashed with a cold killing machine, and he stepped forward and punched him too.

This punch blew a good rain, and all the ways to escape were blocked!

Feng Hao suddenly turned around, and with a sound on his back, he strangely stretched out a pair of huge wings.

This pair of wings is different from the real wings, it is inspired by the secret law and condensed.

This secret is the secret of another mythical mountain peak - illusory wings!

The utopian wing is an aid.

This means that the basic monk can be withdrawn from the ground without the help of any foreign objects, just like the real people of Jindan!

The Ethereal Wing is much more agile than the Monk's Sword Fly, and if used properly, the Monk's overall strength will be greatly enhanced.

Now in this situation, Feng Haoyu turned around and ran away, running to the ground, and he would definitely not be able to escape Su Qin's pursuit.

If you fly a sword, you also have to sacrifice a sword, a little slower.

Only by condensing the ethereal wings can we escape from the sky!

Wow!

The wings flapped, and the wind flew up, speeding towards the center of the sky.

This change completely exceeded Su Qin's expectations.

Before this punch failed, Su Qin stepped on the ground with both feet, and with the help of a huge rebound force, he jumped up.

Slap there!

At the same time, Su Qin's body muscles and bones were singing, and his right arm suddenly swooped up, and one foot plunged into the fist of his palm, swooping towards the wind and feathers behind him.

Stun it!

There are blood stains.

"Ahh

There was a scream in the air.

Feng Hao was on his left leg, and Su Qin plucked a large piece of flesh and blood from his hard life, revealing the muscles and bones inside, which was shocking!

At this point, if the wind is slow enough to dig out his heart!

Su Qin's figure fell to the ground.

The wind and rain flickered with ethereal wings, his face was pale, and he was in a cold sweat of pain.

Feng Haoyu fled to the young man with a bloody robe, panting and looking back with palpitations.

By this time, hundreds of Foundation monks in the Blood Opium Palace had rushed up to kill people, and many swords and gods poured down.

Feng Haoyu not only had a blood robe beside the young man, but also a Jindan Spirit Demon.

If you want to rush over and extinguish the wind, it's unrealistic.

Su Qin gritted her teeth and pulled it back.

Make love!

The best flying sword broke through the gap and returned to Su Qin's side. At the same time, he cut down a basic monk under the sword.

Bang!

As soon as a Jiji monk rushed up, he was beaten by Su Qin, his flesh and blood burst, and he fell on the spot.

Squeak!

Su Qin was bloody, and there was a terrible sound of sea tide in his body, turbulent, terrifying momentum.

In the vast crowd, Su Qin was like an ancient demon, fierce.

Thump!

Su Qin stepped up to the plow and leaned forward.

Many of the monks standing in front of him were crushed on the spot, blood flying, leaving a broken body that flowed into a river.

Su Qin stepped on the bones and stepped on the river of blood, and the whole person was like a god of killing, killing people outside the Dongling Valley.

"Huh?"

Not far away, the eyes of the young man in the blood robe fell on Su Qin, and his eyes showed a curious color.

"It's amazing, it's interesting, who is this person?"

The young man in the bloody robe asked.

Feng Haoyu swallowed his saliva and said, "This person is Su Qin, outside Linfeng City, it was this person who killed a few blood slaves. ”。

"I finally found him. ”

The young man in the bloody robe smiled and said, "It's a pity that if this blood is killed directly, it will be killed." "I want him to be my blood slave, to worship me for my eternal life, for my own use!"