"Roar!"

With a roar, the blue light flashed, and Yan He had turned into a streamer and rose to the sky, and then swept towards the depths of the Devil's Forest.

At this moment, he no longer cares about the legends about this Devil's Forest, nor does he care about what kind of risks may arise ahead, he only knows one thing, the only possible chance for him to survive at the moment is to break in!

"Want to go?"

A sneer of extreme contempt swept across Long Jian's face, and then with a flash of golden light, a sword aura instantly pierced the sky, and landed like lightning on Yan He, who was fleeing at great speed.

"Ah......h

With a terrible scream, the blood flashed, and one of Yan He's left arms with dripping blood had already fallen off from his body, and then, before that arm fell into the jungle below, it was already crushed by the sword qi of the dragon sword.

was injured in an instant, and also broke an arm, under the sudden severe pain, Yan He's swift figure couldn't help but stagnate slightly.

At this moment, he looked up suddenly, only to see that a palm several feet square had appeared above his head, and then the giant palm fell down and slapped heavily on his body.

With a pop, as a wisp of blood with a graceful arc pierced the sky, Yan He had already been slapped into the jungle below by that giant palm.

With the sound of bursts of forest destroying wood, a deep palm print had already appeared on the ground very clearly, and Yan He, the reincarnation realm powerhouse of the Aoki Spirit Sect, was lying on his back in the palm print like a broken puppet!

At this moment, all the bones of his body have been shattered, and his face is also pale, where is there still the slightest appearance of high spirits when he appeared in the Devil's Forest before!

With a hiss, with the slight movement of the breeze, the tall and strong dragon sword had already appeared next to the palm print, he looked at Yan He who was lying on his back, and chuckled: "Compare the speed in front of this seat?" Yan He, are you funny?"

Yan He endured the severe pain of shattering his bones, he slowly raised his head to look at the dragon sword, and laughed miserably: "The winner is the king, the loser Kou, what is there to say?"

Suddenly, he looked at Long Jian's gaze, and then he said in horror: "Who is that?"

With a bang, Long Jian kicked Yan He's head hard, directly kicking him unconscious on the spot, he raised his hand and waved Yan He into his divine consciousness space, and scolded and said: "It's all this time, and you are still playing this kind of trick in front of this seat, are you fucking ashamed?"

Although he said this, he still turned around and looked in the direction where Yan He's gaze had stayed before.

Unexpectedly, under the sweep of his eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, because on the branches of a towering giant tree not far from him, there was really someone, and it was not an ordinary person.

"Wansen Spirit Domain, Yue Lanfeng!"

Long Jian's brows furrowed slightly, unlike Yan He, in addition to Yue Lanfeng coming from the Wansen Spirit Domain, his identity and status are not comparable to Yan He, his cultivation realm was also broken into the nine turns of reincarnation many years ago, and now he is afraid

I'm afraid it's not very far from the half-step innate realm.

However, it is such a strong man who can be regarded as a little strong in the Southern Wilderness, and at this moment, he is hanging obliquely under the tree like a tattered cloth bag, and it is constantly swinging with the breeze in the forest.

I don't know what happened to him, Long Jian just glanced at it and knew that at this moment, Yue Lanfeng's qi, blood, muscles and bones were gone, and the only thing left of his whole person was just a human skin.

The figure flashed, and Long Jian had already come to the tree where Yue Lanfeng was hanging, looking at the other party's human skin that had obviously been torn off by someone before his death, and there was no other damage, his face suddenly sank, and a dignified color appeared.

Although Yue Lanfeng's realm strength is far from him, but in the Devil's Forest, the forests are luxuriant, the vegetation is numerous, and everywhere is filled with an incomparably rich green wood aura, in such a place, Yue Lanfeng from the Wansen Spirit Domain has a considerable advantage in itself, not to mention anything else, even he doesn't dare to guarantee that his shot can be as clean as that person!

Devil's Forest, is there really an incomprehensible weirdness and ominousness?

Thinking of this, and then looking at Yue Lanfeng's human skin fluttering in the wind in front of him, Long Jian, who was famous for killing, couldn't help but feel an inexplicable chill all over his body, and faintly, he felt as if there was a trace of breath that fell on him.

The golden light flickered slightly, and a faint golden light was like a ring, directly enveloping the ten zhang range around his body.

In the face of the inexplicable weirdness and unknown, he has already spread the reincarnation realm that the dragon clan calls the dragon power realm, with his strength, the range of reincarnation realm diffusion is naturally more than just that, but in order to keep the defense of the reincarnation realm in the strongest state, the ten-zhang range is the best in his opinion!

What's more, at the moment when the dragon sword opened the reincarnation realm, he suddenly looked up at an equally tall giant tree not far away.

I didn't know when, a figure had quietly appeared on the treetops, and at this moment, she was staring at the dragon sword carefully with a pair of empty and godless eyes!

Looking at the figure above the treetops and the fluttering white clothes on her body, Long Jian's gaze suddenly sank, and he couldn't help but roar in his throat: "Yaohua!"

Suddenly, the breeze moved slightly, and a strong wind suddenly came, and a figure suddenly swept from the oblique thorn like a ghost, and he waved the wooden staff in his hand that was as black as ink, and slammed it towards the chest of the dragon sword.

With a loud bang, an invisible fluctuation spread out in all directions, and with the sound of dense trees breaking, except for the giant tree with Yue Lanfeng hanging in front of Long Jian, all the trees within thirty zhang of him, including the turf vegetation, had disappeared under that overflowing energy.

However, although the speed of the person who came was fast and the strength was strong, it could not break through the defense of the reincarnation realm of the dragon sword.

Looking at the figure with the same hollow eyes and a dim aura shrouded in his body, Long Jian couldn't help but gasp, and he secretly shook in his heart

"Asoshen Temple, Kutuo Zen Master!"

Knowing that the strength of the person who came was not trivial, it was not an ordinary easy to match, and the dragon sword did not dare to ignore it, and with a flash of golden light, he had compressed the reincarnation realm that had spread out to only three feet left, and he was close to defense.

Although he was confident that with the strength of the Kutuo Zen Master, even if his reincarnation realm was allowed to be attacked by him, the other party would not be able to break it so easily, but for the sake of conservatism, he felt that it was better for him to be cautious, not to mention, Long Jian raised his head and glanced at Yaohua's side, and the stronger person hadn't made a move yet!

"Ho-ho!"

A low roar like a beast came out from the throat of the Zen Master Kutuo, blocked by the Dragon Sword Reincarnation Realm, and a staff failed, as if it really aroused the beastly nature in his heart.

As the figure flashed, the wooden staff moved, and suddenly, the shadow of the staff in the sky with a rolling dim aura shrouded the dragon sword again.

"Get out!"

Long Jian snorted suddenly, and then his body moved, and he rushed directly towards the shadow of the staff in the sky without evading.

With a click, with the sound of bone cracking, the shadow of the staff in the sky and the rolling dim qi disappeared in an instant, and the hand holding the wooden staff of the Zen Master Kutuo suddenly broke in response, and his whole person was like a falling boulder, and smashed into the ground with a bang.

A punch knocked back the Kutuo Zen Master, but Long Jian's brows were slightly wrinkled, originally in his expectation, the Kutuo Zen Master, who had obviously lost his reason and judgment, should not just break an arm, he should have been more seriously injured.

But just when he broke the arm of Zen Master Kutuo with one punch, a very strange power suddenly rushed out of the other party's body, and his power was directly dissolved.

Although that power seems to be very weak, it has a very strange ability, he feels that his power is not only dissolved by the other party, not to mention, even his own attack is mixed with that trace of dragon power, as if it was swallowed by that power.

Suddenly, the dragon sword body swept to the side like a meteor, and then his body folded in the air and slammed into the air.

With a light sound of the wave, Long Jian's body shook, and then his whole person couldn't help but slide backwards a few feet away, he looked up at Yaohua who was flying in front of him, and his face showed a solemn expression that he had never seen before.

Unlike Yan He and Yue Lanfeng before, and even different from today's Kutuo, Yaohua in the Glazed Wonderland is not only far superior to them, but even her physique is not much better than herself, especially the other party has obviously lost her mind, and she also has that weird aura in her body, the degree of danger is far from being comparable to her normal time!

With a snort, just as the dragon sword's body retreated, the Kutuo Zen master who was blasted off his arm swept by him again, and he lost his wooden staff, he was like a beast, and swooped towards the dragon sword.

"Look for death!"

Long Jian, who didn't want to be entangled anymore, shouted angrily, and with a flash of golden light, he was beaten

A stream of sharp gold qi wrapped in its fist, exuding a dazzling golden light, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, blasted towards the Kutuo Zen Master who rushed forward.

With a click, a rib shot out and sank into the woods not far away, and the huge fist of the dragon sword had already entered through the front chest of the Zen Master Kutuo, and the back penetrated out.

There is no picture of blood spilling in the sky, and there is not a drop of blood splashing, except for the muscles and bones of Zen Master Kutuo, his body seems to be the same as Yue Lanfeng before, and there is no liquid in his body!

This strange situation and picture made Long Jian feel cold all over his body, and it was really hard for him to imagine what Kutuo and they had encountered.

With a snort, Zen Master Kutuo, who was punched through the chest by the dragon sword, let out a long breath, and he didn't know what the reason was, his originally empty eyes flashed a strange light.

Then, his hands, which were like withered branches, suddenly raised the fist that grabbed the dragon sword into his chest, and he thrashed his throat several times with great difficulty, and spat out a faint voice: "Barbarian, barbarian ......"

Seeing that Zen Master Kutuo seemed to have suddenly regained a trace of clarity, Long Jian hurriedly asked loudly, "Kutuo, what do you want to say?"

At this moment, the breeze suddenly moved behind him, and a sharp pain suddenly came from behind him, and at the same time, a huge force suddenly bombarded his right ribs.

(End of chapter)