The old man became clumsy in the purple mist, and he couldn't avoid the palm power of these six people.

The heavenly sword is dim and will disappear at any time.

Song Yunge stood on a tree and looked down, his face slightly gloomy.

The poison technique of Yin Yang Valley is a must, although he knows it, he has not really seen it, even the disciples of the Ape Fei Sect rarely see it.

After all, the Yin Yang Valley and the Ape Fei Sect are far apart, separated by the Fuzang Temple, and there are few direct conflicts.

This purple mist spreads into a peach blossom miasma, and being in the miasma is to another world.

The connection with the Nine Heavens was cut off, and the Heavenly Sword was naturally going to disappear.

If you can't leave the peach blossom miasma before the vitality in your body is exhausted, you will almost definitely die.

The gloomy old man immediately thought of this, and suddenly the spinning knife turned into a light curtain to protect himself and rush out.

"Bang ......"

One after another, the palm force collided with the heavenly sword, making a muffled sound of ear explosion, and Song Yunge saw that the old man suddenly went east, and then west, and turned in a circle in place.

He turned his head to look at the void, and transmitted the voice into the secret: "Miss Huang, is he falling for illusion?"

"Hmm. Huang Feiye's voice sounded in his ears.

"These six guys are in the realm of earth knowledge, right?" Song Yunge shook his head, earth knowledge is equivalent to a sword saint.

"It's the know. Huang Feiye replied.

"You really can't underestimate the poison and illusion of Yin Yang Valley. Song Yunge said: "I always thought it was the last skill before. ”

"The poison and illusion of Yin Yang Valley are different from the outside, and the technique is close to the Tao. Huang Feiye said lightly.

The gloomy-faced old man suddenly let out a long roar, and then the sword light was flourishing, turning into a white rainbow and rushing in one direction.

The old man closed his eyes and didn't care about anything, just let the Heavenly Sword rush out with him.

"Bang bang......" He hit six or seven palms in one breath, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was already out of the range of peach blossom miasma.

The appearance of the front of me has been restored, and the peach blossoms of the mountains are no longer the before, endless and boundless.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was injured and poisoned, no matter how he escaped from the range of the peach blossom miasma, it was a victory.

He turned his head violently, his eyes glaring at the six fleeing people like cold lightning, and let out a sneer.

Although his body was weak, and the poisonous gas was like cold ice, he had to freeze himself, but now that the Heavenly Sword had regained its strength, with the blessing of an endless stream of power, these poisonous gases were suppressed, and they could not come out to make trouble for the time being.

He let out a long roar again, and the sword light shot through like a white rainbow.

The six of them clapped their palms violently, and once again condensed into a peach blossom miasma, which was smaller in scope, but enveloped them.

They looked sarcastic.

Knowing that this old guy would still be fooled, they just waited, they didn't have the heart to run away at all, they just wanted to kill him.

Tianmei has formed a psychological stereotype for hunters facing their prey against the masters of the martial arts of Upper Middle Earth.

Even if they encounter a Middle-earth master who is stronger than themselves, they only feel as if they have encountered a difficult prey, and as long as they deal with it carefully, they can still hunt it.

The old man sneered and swung his knife violently, and the sword light skyrocketed, taking him to draw an arc to bypass the range of the peach blossom miasma.

The flash of the sword swept over several giant trees.

With a loud bang, the giant tree that had been cut off at the waist fell to the ground.

After the old man landed, he kicked again and again.

Giant trees flew up and smashed into the six Yinyang Valley disciples, forcing them to dodge.

These giant trees are powerful and heavy, and the power of the Sword Marquis is beyond their reach, this is an irreparable realm gap.

In a flash, they left the range of the peach blossom miasma.

The sword flashed and shot at them again.

"Disperse!" The six people suddenly dispersed, and the six people turned into twelve people, and then into twenty-four figures.

Every figure is real.

The old man was extremely angry, it was a shame to be so tricked by the six realms that were inferior to his own!

He really couldn't tell the truth of these twenty-four figures, but there was a stupid way to kill the farthest first.

He slew one after another, slashing through them and leaving them empty, so he kicked out a leaf.

The leaves flew one after another, infusing him with vitality and turning into sharp blades, breaking through the air and letting out a "snort" roar.

Song Yunge stroked his palm.

This old guy is really experienced!

"Bang bang ......" The leaves were blown up one after another, and it was impossible to tell which figure was false.

Even a virtual figure can blow up these leaves.

The old man let out a sneer.

Even though these imaginary figures can shatter leaves, the strength is different.

Through the difference between these leaves being shattered, he could tell which one was the real body, and the sword light swept away.

The purple gas flashed again, and the peach blossoms miasma knotted again.

"Damn!" the old man was completely angry, and the heavenly sword danced violently, and suddenly flew sand and stones.

He cut off one more tree and smashed it at six people.

The six finally had to flee.

They turned into twenty-four figures and fled together, while the old man used the leaves to pursue, and the sword light finally swept in one person.

"Snort!" The Yin Yang Valley disciples were divided into two, and the Heavenly Sword was indestructible and invincible.

"Kill ——!" The old man felt happy and howled again.

The sword light was even stronger, and the blood was boiling.

"Hmph!" The faces of the five young men of Yin Yang Valley were cold, their eyes were cold, and suddenly two of them slapped their chests.

"Poof!" blood spurted out.

Two streaks of blood burned in the air, and the flames burned in an instant.

Suddenly the fragrance is fragrant.

Song Yunge's eyes flickered, his mind sank, and he was busy trying to urge the big day to come, and the cold breath made him sober.

The old man's face changed slightly, and the sword light dimmed.

"Bang!" another young man's arm shattered, turning into a cloud of blood.

This blood mist seemed to have spirituality, and it burrowed into the old man's nostrils.

The old man fell down on his back to the sky, the heavenly sword floated in the air, slowly dissipated, and the old man's face quickly turned purple, and then died of anger.

Song Yunge stood on the fork of the tree, his face solemn.

Only then did I truly see the power of the disciples of the Yin Yang Valley, the fierceness of their poison and the fierceness of their hearts are rare.

If you run into it, you may not survive.

He pulled the two souls into his mind, and vaguely felt full, knowing that it was not appropriate to stay any longer, and he couldn't kill these guys by the way, so he had to go back and digest them.

"Miss Huang, do a good job!" Song Yunge passed into the secret: "But it's a pity that you couldn't kill the Yin Yang Valley, and they killed that guy, you have no credit." ”

Huang Feiye glared at him coldly.

Song Yunge waved his hand, silently escaped into the tree, and disappeared completely, so angry that Huang Feiye gasped.

She was about to leave, when her face suddenly changed slightly.

In the distance, another sword light came across the air and landed beside the five Yin-Yang Valley disciples who were panting.

The five of them were exhausted and were relaxing to breathe.

"Ding ......" Huang Feiye suddenly flashed, and the horizontal knife blocked the Xue Liangtian knife.

Song Yunge was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

This time he was a young man with a pockmarked face, he didn't recognize it, he looked about the same age as Feng Jin, but his real age was definitely older than Feng Jin.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" Huang Feiye blocked it with a knife, turned his head and shouted: "Senior Brother Qi, you guys go quickly!"

The five young men of Yinyang Valley were stunned and hurriedly began to escape.

A young man raised his voice and said, "Senior Sister Huang, don't block it, let's do it right away." ”

Huang Feiye shouted: "I can stop it!"

The five young men of the Yin Yang Valley disappeared in the blink of an eye with the corpses of their companions, and Huang Feiye turned around and fled.

The pock-faced young man's face was gloomy, and when he saw the corpse of the old man, he refused to give up under the intense murderous intention, and urged with all his might, and caught up with Huang Feiye in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a sword light stabbed at him from the sky.

He turned around.

When the "Ding ......" swords intersected and made a clear sound, Huang Feiye had already disappeared.

Song Yunge, whose face was ugly, appeared in shape, and the numb-faced young man roared angrily: "You ——!"

He immediately figured out that this was Song Yunge colluding with Tianmei.

"Whew!" Huang Feiye's knife slashed off his head.