As if hearing a loud kick on the door or getting some order, Lin Feng, who was lying motionless on the ground, moved.

In this strange environment, Liu Yi and Cui Ziang both chose to watch coldly, and were ready to fight, without the slightest intention of coming forward to ask and help.

Lin Feng moved his fingers, his five fingers were bent into claws, long black nails grew on his fingers, and his body sat up stiffly.

"Click"

I saw that its head, which was originally facing the room, twisted half a circle strangely, looked up at everyone, and showed an inexplicable smile.

It's like I can't bear it,

Like jealousy,

Like anticipation,

It's like cruelty.

Without waiting for Lin Feng to make the rest of his movements, Liu Yi instantly drew his knife and stepped forward to slash at his head, without a trace of mud and water.

"Hey~"

Cui Ziang next to him stretched out his hand to persuade Liu Yi, but he didn't expect Liu Yi to be so crisp, and he was still half a beat slower after all.

"Alas, no matter what he says, he is also a famous disciple of the Hurricane Martial Arts Pavilion!"

Cui Ziang shook his head helplessly, but things had happened, and it was useless to say this, just when he wanted to help, Cui Ziang suddenly turned his head and looked back,

An old man who looked like a butler slowly walked out of the shadows.

It seems that even Lin Feng didn't expect that Liu Yi would kill himself so decisively, and he didn't have time to react at all, so he was slashed on the forehead!

"Boom..."

Liu Yi quickly slashed at Lin Feng's forehead, cutting through the flesh and blood without hindrance, slashing at his skull, making a crisp sound, and the attack was blocked by his skull.

Its skull was as indestructible as steel and iron bones, and the Hundred Forging Knife only scratched a shallow mark on the skull, which could not hurt its foundation.

Lin Feng's hands were strangely twisted and stretched out at this time, grabbing towards Liu Yi's waist.

Liu Yi pulled out the long knife and kicked Lin Feng on the back, and with this kick, Lin Feng was directly kicked away, and his head hit the wall of the room.

Its long black nails inadvertently punctured the broken wooden board next to it, and the broken wooden board was quickly covered with black silk, which gradually corroded, and Liu Yi's face was gloomy at the sight.

"It seems that ordinary attacks can't hurt him at all!"

Liu Yi's eyes froze, his left hand held the handle of the knife and held the Baijian knife across his chest, and the blood practice worked quickly, and the blood and evil qi in his body converged towards his right hand.

The palm of the right hand slashed across the blade, blood gushed out, the right hand stroked the knife surface, the blood full of blood and evil qi covered the knife surface, and even a trace of black air could be seen in the bright red blood!

Liu Yi was unforgiving, and quickly rushed towards Lin Feng, who had already climbed up, and the hundred forging knife slashed obliquely past Lin Feng's outstretched hands, slashing it down, knocking it back.

The flesh and blood on Lin Feng's chest turned outward, as if it was burned by a raging fire and made a "crackling" sound, and a few black droplets of water dripped from the flesh and blood, gradually corroding the ground.

This knife finally worked, and a long scratch was cut on the white bones on Lin Feng's chest, and a trace of black gas came out.

"Uhhhh

Lin Feng let out a miserable scream in his mouth, as if he had been provoked to blood, regardless of the injury, he stretched out his hands and grabbed Liu Yi, the corners of his mouth were cracked and the blood basin opened and bit towards Liu Yi.

Lin Feng seemed to have lost his mind at this time, he only knew how to bite instinctively, and he didn't know the slightest martial art.

Liu Yi bent forward and staggered forward, slashed at Lin Feng's waist with a knife, and then quickly turned around and slashed at his back again, and the flesh and blood on his waist and back were also injured by the bloody qi, gradually melting into black water dripping on the ground.

Liu Yi saw that he didn't know martial arts at all, didn't know how to dodge, and only knew instinctive attacks, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief,

"It seems that the warrior who has been controlled by the evil cult to become his puppet is only endowed with corrosive properties and strengthened the strength of his bones, but he has lost his reason and wisdom, and only knows how to attack instinctively, as long as he is careful, the martial artist of the same level is easy to deal with. ”

Outside the room, the housekeeper tirelessly took out a snowflake-shaped plum blossom dart from his waist bag, and shot towards Cui Ziang with dark energy.

Cui Ziang's face was calm, as if he had returned to the moment when he was chopping wood in the mountains, and used the plum blossom darts that came quickly as a stake and split them one by one.

Seeing that the plum blossom dart could not hurt the person in front of him, the housekeeper showed a different color, stretched out his hand to his waist bag again, and shot the remaining plum blossom dart towards Cui Ziang like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, which was mixed with a black bead.

Seeing this, the corners of Cui Ziang's mouth were slightly upturned, and he instantly slashed out several knives, splitting all the plum blossom darts, and then the blade flipped to the knife surface, and slapped the black bead back with skill.

The butler's body was also stiff, and he could avoid the beads, and the black beads smashed into the wall in the distance, exploding in an instant, emitting a burst of black poisonous gas.

"Uhhhh

The butler seemed to be enraged, his hands stretched out to embrace the void, his head raised to the sky and roared, and the clothes on his upper body were exploded with energy.

Strange black runes spread from its chest, spreading in all directions, until it covered its arms and head.

Its body was raised a foot out of thin air, and its originally short and thin body became as tall and burly as Cui Ziang, with fangs growing from its mouth, dense hairs growing on its body, and sharp black nails growing on its fingers, and an invisible wave was released.

"You can see my strongest and most perfect posture, you die without regrets!"

The butler closed his eyes as if he was feeling something, slowly withdrew his hands that surrounded the void, and said in a tone that seemed to be a reward.

"People who are dying always talk a lot!"

Cui Ziang said calmly, not affected in the slightest.

"Hmph, the ants who can only take advantage of their tongues, feel the boundless fear!"

The butler snorted coldly and said mockingly.

After the housekeeper finished speaking, he pounced on Cui Ziang and punched out, like a straight spear stabbing at Cui Ziang.

Cui Ziang slashed out and slashed at the butler's fist, and the place where the fists and knives met made a sound of steel colliding, although it did not hurt the butler, but its attack was blocked.

When the butler saw that the attack was blocked, he loosened his fists into claws, swept his arms across, and his nails emitted a pitch-black glow.

Although the butler's body is as hard as iron, his body is stiff, and his attacks are wide open and closed, and there is no skill at all, Cui Ziang easily blocked it repeatedly, but he was gradually forced back by the huge force from the butler's hands, and his hands were even a little numb.

Cui Ziang took a deep breath, no longer preparing to hide it, an inexplicable power emerged in his mind, Cui Ziang entered the realm of all things as grass mustard!

The mysterious power in his mind poured into the chai knife, and the chai knife lit up with a dazzling gray light.

Cui Ziang grabbed a gap at random, and slashed the firewood knife in his hand towards the butler's head, and the gray light appeared in an instant.

The butler froze in place, his steel-and-iron body unable to stop him at all, and his face still had a look of madness, but it was split in two by his forehead.

The internal organs of its body had been hollowed out, revealing black flesh and bones.

"The strongest posture?

The corners of Cui Ziang's mouth curled up, revealing a mocking look, but then his body was in a trance, and Cui Ziang stood on the ground with the firewood knife and forcibly suppressed the uncomfortable feeling.

Cui Ziang took out a pill from his chest and swallowed it, and after standing in place for a while, he waited for the effect of the medicine to exert his spirit and recover a little.

Cui Ziang turned around and walked towards Lin Feng's room, ready to help Liu Yi, but saw Liu Yi holding a blood-dripping long knife and walked out.

In the room behind Liu Yi, Lin Feng's head was separated, his body was covered with scars, and there was still a look of unwillingness on his face.

Liu Yi heard the movement outside the room in the early morning of the battle, and at this time, he saw the housekeeper who was dismembered in the distance, and his eyes froze.

"It turns out that Brother Cui is a peak realm martial artist, disrespectful, disrespectful!"

Liu's face was solemn, and he said with a fist at Cui Ziang.

Cui Ziang waved his hand and was about to say something, when suddenly a loud noise came from afar, interrupting him.

"Let's go!"

Cui Ziang said in a deep voice, and quickly ran towards the place where the loud noise was made.

Liu Yi stood in place, a little hesitant, and then gritted his teeth and followed.

After a while, they came to the place where there was a loud noise, and the field was full of ruins and broken walls, and two figures, one green and one white, were entangled together.

I saw Zhou Ling, who was dressed in white in the field, looking embarrassed, with several wounds on her body turned out, black blood flowed out, her clothes were disheveled, her hairstyle was untidy, and her eyes revealed this hideous meaning.

As for the Qinglian Sanren in green clothes, he was extremely relaxed, and his long sword waved, leaving a deep scar on Zhou Ling's body with every move, and Zhou Ling's hard body had no effect on it.

At this time, Zhou Ling saw Cui Ziang and Liu Yi coming, and after forcibly forcing Qinglian Sanren to retreat, he said angrily:

"You forced me, feel the boundless fear!"

Then Zhou Ling wrapped her hands around the void, raised her head and let out a crazy roar:

"Fear Descends~~"

With Zhou Ling's roar, an invisible force emanated from his body, and the scarred body exploded in an instant, and the flesh and blood continued to wriggle in the air, forming a swollen monster that did not look like a human.

The monster's bloated body is no more than a meter tall, its body is extremely distorted, its swollen and short legs make people wonder if it can take a step, its upper body has no arms, and there are four pairs of black tentacles full of mucus on the original arm.

In the middle and upper part of the tentacle was a pointed head, which also bulged out four pairs of eight pustules with black water, which exploded after a while, revealing obsidian-like eyes, staring directly at the three people in the field.

Liu Yi looked at the monster turned into by the evil possessed Zhou Ling, and was curious that his ten eyes could stare at three people at the same time, and he was caught off guard and looked at the monster.

Liu Yi felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he didn't know when he appeared in a pitch black, silent nothingness, his body kept falling, and the continuous feeling of weightlessness made Liu Yi upset, and gradually became anxious, wanting to beat and bite himself to vent.

Suddenly, in the pitch-black void, a green lotus bloomed, emitting endless light, fading the darkness, shattering the picture, Liu Yi shook his head and regained his clarity.

Liu Yi didn't dare to look at the monster's eyes again, and hurriedly looked elsewhere, the jade pendant on his chest naturally exuded heat, but it was Qinglian Sanren who shattered Liu Yi's illusion.

I saw Qinglian Sanren throw out the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was fixed in the air, and then he picked up the magic trick, and the mana of his body flowed, forming a budding lotus phantom in front of him to wrap the long sword.

"Disease"

Qinglian Sanren pinched his finger and pointed at the lotus phantom, the latter slowly bloomed, revealing the sword inserted in the stamen, and an invisible wave swept down towards Liu Yi and Cui Ziang, shattering the illusion of the two.

The lotus gradually began to rotate in the air, and the twelve lotus leaves seemed to be pregnant with twelve swords, at this time, the lotus leaves were shining with cyan sword light, and the Dao sword light followed the rotation of the lotus flower to meet the tentacles of the monster's whiplash.

The tentacles of the monster broke off like paper paste, but the flesh and blood at the wound kept wriggling, and it grew out again in the middle of breathing, swinging towards the Qinglian Sanren.