Demon Tears sneered and watched the battle, and when he saw that as soon as he got started, Chai Huashan attacked strongly and unreservedly to take the lead, and although the two subordinates were the ghost fairy yin gods of the earth immortal level, they were also embarrassed.

Although he had the intention of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, let Bian Yaowu and Yin Changkong exhaust Chai Huashan's skills first, but he didn't want the two helpers to be cut down by Chai Huashan like this, he stared at the three people in the field with a pair of upside-down triangular eyes, and suddenly roared: "Chai Zhenjun, this king is not talented, I want to ask you for a lesson or two!"

"Whew-" His big sleeves suddenly bulged, and there were faint five-colored brilliance flickering, waving towards Chai Huashan.

Chai Huashan faced the sneak attack of the demon tears, sneered and did not give an inch to attack against the attack, dismounted to help the drunken water demon blade, and slashed at the big sleeve.

The explosion of "pop", the big sleeve color light was cut off by the blade, like a shocking fly.

Chai Huashan's magic blade also bounced high, and his body retreated with a low hum in his mouth, and the powerful attack came to an abrupt end.

Bian Yaowu immediately relieved his breath, and the Ugin Demon Gong was unpredictable, flashing thousands of phantoms towards Chai Huashan.

At present, the four masters of people, ghosts, yin and immortals are fighting in one place, and the swords are flying with murderous aura, and the fight is inseparable.

Chai Huashan was fearless with one enemy and three enemies, and the horizontal sword was magnificent, which made Bian Yaowu and Yin Changkong breathless. If it weren't for Demon Tears taking over most of the attack, these two fools would have been in different places.

Lu Ye's heart was in his throat, and he knew that at least half of the current battle situation was deliberately done by the other party, trying to consume the sharp energy of Chai Huashan.

The so-called softness cannot be kept, and rigidity does not last. Don't look at Chai Huashan, who seems to have a slight upper hand at the moment, but at the cost of a strong tactic that does not spare his hand. Once the other party persists, Chai Huashan will inevitably be tired after a long battle, or even cause unhealed injuries in his body, and the situation will inevitably be more auspicious.

Sure enough, when the battle was in full swing, Yin Changkong suddenly withdrew and got out of the battle group, took off a big drum from his back, and smashed it down with a drumstick in his hand.

"Boom!" The drum surface trembled and burst out a circle of golden ripples, surging forward like ripples, turning into an arc of light that swept straight towards Chai Huashan's chest, but it was not pulled and twisted by the chaotic power in the abyss.

What's even more troublesome is that the drum sound roared down to the spiritual platform of Chaihua Mountain, like a thunderous explosion that shook the heart.

If Chai Huashan was alone in Yin Changkong, he would have taken the drumstick and folded, but Bian Yaowu and Demon Tears were so entangled that he couldn't be separated.

"Knock, knock, knock......" The dull drum sound continued to sound, Chai Huashan's mind was obviously affected, and the knife style slowed down and fully contracted to defend the palace, and several attempts to approach the Yin sky were intercepted by demon tears.

"Poof!" Chai Huashan's left leg was swept by the golden arc of light emitted by the big drum, and blood flowed for a long time.

Lu Ye could see it clearly, if he continued to fight like this, Chai Huashan would definitely be defeated even if he was brave and brave. The key is neither the strongest demon tears nor the sharp-edged Bian Yaowu, but the Yin Changkong who hides aside and uses big drums to confuse the gods.

He can't be allowed to bombard Chai Huashan with a big drum unscrupulously.

Thinking of this, Lu Ye looked back at Shang Jiahe, who was sleeping on the warm couch, and said softly: "I'm going to go out...... If you can't come back, don't be angry. You must help me find the dragon and get out of the abyss......"

Looking at Shang Jiahe Begonia's sleepy face, the tide in Lu Ye's chest surged, and he suddenly leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

With a red face, he turned his head and rushed out of the small tent, and the phoenix's wings spread angrily in the wind, and the green bamboo dragon sword body was slashed into the sky!

His current cultivation is almost at the Kaifu level, and Yin Changkong belongs to the Earth Immortal Dao Xing, and the difference between the two is far from the world. Lu Ye didn't expect this knife to be able to make the other party hang the color, he just wanted to try his best to suppress the yin sky and no longer bombard Chai Huashan with the sound of drums. Even if it can be delayed for a moment, it will win a precious respite for Chai Huashan.

The reason why he didn't use the well-mastered Yashan Peach Crystal Sword or the Water Spirit Whip, but instead cast the Green Bamboo Great Dragon Sword, was also a choice after some consideration.

In the endless years of nothingness and desperation, the most diligent thing he comprehended was the four pictures of the Blue Dragon Sword Technique. Not only to cultivate the sword technique, but also to understand the joys and sorrows of the world in this picture scroll, and to temper the Taoist heart and cultivate it.

Compared with the ethereal and fantastic water spirit whip and the elegant and detached Zhou Tian sword spectrum, the Qinglong sword technique has a magnificent and majestic atmosphere, which is more suitable for hand-to-hand combat.

Lu Ye's mind and the sword intent are blended, the sword light Huo Huo shines on Daze, and the heaven and earth suddenly rush to a desolate breath, if ten thousand trees are withered, if the river is frozen, there is no one before the ancients and no one after the leisurely Qiankun, and the knife is cut down and the tears fall.

Yin Changkong was surprised and low, and the golden ripples that shot down the "bang" with a mallet turned into a sharp arc of light and cut horizontally towards Lu Ye's waist.

Lu Ye spread his wings and flew high, and the phoenix's wings cut through the chaotic space, so that his body knife style was not affected in the slightest, and he killed straight into the yin sky. The hand rose and fell, and the "sonorous" golden stone roared with the cyan blade cutting through the arc light, and the figure rushed through.

Seeing this scene, the sky was cloudy and the sky couldn't help but be stunned, and the "dong dong dong" hammer wave combo hit three more arcs of light.

At the same time, a low drum beat exploded on Lu Yelingtai. Lu Ye had already taken precautions, and the phoenix's wings had already dispersed most of the drums, and then he ran the Eight Treasures of Tiande Furnace and the Immortal Cloud Pattern to protect the Heart Vein Spirit Platform, swinging his knife and slashing the arc light, and his body was like an arrow from the string to the front of the Yin Changkong.

But this process was not easy, Lu Ye's soul was shocked and his blood rolled, a mouthful of blood came out, and his body gradually became stagnant and heavy.

Yin Changkong immediately saw that the cheap did not retreat but advanced, and the drumstick stabbed at Lu Ye's throat like flying lightning.

Lu Ye lifted his spirits, the Tiande Eight Treasure Furnace flew at full speed, the dantian Yuanfeng burned sharply, and the true yuan in his body was surging like the Yangtze River, pouring the green bamboo dragon knife, and shouting in a deep voice, the word "leave" broke the kettle and sank the boat, sacrificing himself and slashing!

"Dang!" the blade hit the drumstick, and the light and fire flew everywhere.

Lu Ye flew out with a knife, and his body shook slightly.

Before he could come back to his senses, One, Two, Three suddenly struck, and under the cover of the brilliance of the phoenix's wings, a "bang" whip was struck on the drum.

The drum surface cut out silver light marks in response, and the big drum hummed and swayed from side to side, making a chaotic noise.

Chai Huashan was pleasantly surprised, he didn't expect Lu Ye to have such skills, and he forced Yin Changkong to force it, and the "Charm Sound Magic Drum" became a broken gong.

In this way, Chai Huashan's pressure dropped sharply, like a fierce tiger counterattacking at the gate, dismounting to help the drunken water demon blade open and close, and the three knives were forced to retreat again and again from the left and right branches of Bian Yaowu, who was slightly inferior in cultivation.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the demon tears did not dare to hide their personal strength anymore, and their sleeves flew together like a frightening thunder towards Chai Huashan, intending to fight quickly.

Chai Huashan was waiting for the demon tears to throw himself into the net, and when he saw the old water ghost's sleeves played, he waved his knife to block the grid, and slapped his left hand on the Chongyue Demon Hu and shouted: "Get up!"

"Boom!" The wine gourd shook, and instantly turned into a black mountain as if flying out of the sky, covering the four wilds and smashing into the demon tears.

The demon tears changed color, and their bodies flashed into a colorful monstrous wave that slapped towards the black mountains.

"Bang!" The turbidity waves emptied the side ridges of the horizontal peaks, and the mountains and seas slammed into the sky and shook the earth, and the surrounding void fluctuated violently, "clicking,

The black mountains are falling apart, and the waves are flying and shattering.

Chai Huashan sang and marched forward, and the qi of the heavy Yue Demon Hu was counterattacked, and he raised his palm and slapped it down into the huge waves.

The giant wave suddenly returned to its human form, the demon tears cracked all over his body, and he hurriedly put out his palm to resist, and said in a cruel voice: "You can ...... this king"

"Smack!" The palms struck, and Chai Huashan's palms suddenly lit up with a cluster of silver-white holy light, which may not be very sharp, but it was like a cone of broken sacs piercing into the body of the demon tears.

The two of them suddenly parted, and the demon tears suddenly let out a painful and frightened roar, and the entire right palm ignited with silver-white flames, and the "snort" flashed like the spring sun turning snow, quickly devouring his palm, and further spreading to his right arm.

"How does it taste?" Chai Huashan let out a long laugh, stopping his sword and palming to chase after the victory.

On the other side, Yin Chang Hollow's heartache and the magic drum of the magic sound was injured by the water spirit whip, and he couldn't help but be angry and threw down Chai Huashan's head regardless of it, jumping into the void with one leg, bullying Lu Ye and burying his head into his arms.

Lu Ye Shicai tried his best to do it repeatedly, and it had become the end of a strong crossbow, a mouthful of hot blood surged up, his chest was in sharp pain, and his heart was about to explode, looking at Yin Changkong and crashing headlong, he was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, is this a rogue who wants to play a bad cheek?

"Keng!" A golden horn suddenly burst out from the top of Yin Changkong's head, sharp as a spear, sneering through the air and piercing Lu Ye's chest.

Lu Ye was startled and hid, obviously it was too late.

At the moment of life and death, Lu Ye suddenly stretched out a slender hand behind him, grabbed the golden horn and said lazily: "Get off the knife, cut it!"

"Okay!" Lu Ye was overjoyed, and did not hesitate to swing his knife and slash down!

Yin Changkong was horrified, desperately struggling to get out. How do you know that the golden horn was held in the palm of a small hand and did not move, and then a wave of immortal qi burst into the body like a flood breaking the embankment, and the meridians imprisoned the blood veins where he passed, and he was so frightened that his soul flew and whimpered: "Don't cut the ......"

"Keng!" The Qingzhu Great Dragon Knife is worthy of being a Wuzu divine weapon, and with one sword, the blood flames splashed at the head of Yin Changkong's body, and a few wisps of remnant souls just wanted to escape, but they were strangled into powder by the fierce sword.

Shang Jiahe shook his hand and threw out the head of the Yin Changkong, glanced at the demon and smiled with tears: "Hey, I met an old acquaintance." ”

Demon Tears didn't recognize Shang Jiahe at the moment, but seeing the beautiful and mighty golden horns in the cloudy sky, they were thrown on the ground covered in sludge and filthy, and they were burned by Yang Zhiyulu so that life was worse than death, and they immediately retreated.

He saw that Chai Huashan was becoming more and more brave as a shadow, and in desperation, he could only dodge left and right, and did not dare to shake the opponent's left palm containing Yang Zhiyulu's spiritual power, and suddenly swept out his big sleeves and pushed Bian Yaowu's body!

Bian Yaowu was defenseless, and his body involuntarily crashed into Chai Huashan's palm, and he couldn't help but roar out of the sky and close his eyes and wait for death.

Leng Buding heard Lu Ye shouting: "Big brother, spare him his life!"