After the middle-aged fat man and the man in black wearing a mask appeared, everyone's eyes fell on them in unison.

Su Yang immediately exclaimed, and at the same time said, "I've seen the Dao Chief!"

Mu Zhengyi also immediately smiled, and a look of surprise flashed in Iwa's eyes, and he quickly returned to normal.

The fat man waved his hand indifferently and said, "Elder Su, you and I are brothers in the same sect, so there is no need to perform this kind of false etiquette." ”

Su didn't dare. Su Yang replied politely.

"That's it. The fat man changed the topic, his eyes fell on Ye Zhiqiu, and said, "Little guy, you can make it easy for me to find it." ”

"He should be a wise Taoist. Qianyu confirmed the identity of the middle-aged fat man, but judging from the fat man's body shape alone, he didn't look like the Taoist leader of a sect at all.

He has a chubby face, and his eyes are small and narrow, hidden in the fat on his face, which looks particularly funny. The fat body was shrouded in large, wide clothes, completely ill-fitting, and looked like a piece of cloth wrapped around a large, round stone.

Although Zhichengdao's appearance was not outstanding, and even a little ugly, no one dared to laugh at him. Most of the people who saw him showed the most flattering smiles, with admiration in their eyes. He smiled happily, without saying too much, and was accustomed to the adoration of the crowd.

"I hate fat people so much. Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were not good, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he hit the pain point of Zhicheng Daoist.

"Little guys have a common problem, that is, they are too self-assured, and they don't know their own pounds at all. The corners of Zhichengdao's mouth were still smiling, but the expression on his face had become very cold, and he didn't mean to laugh at all. "It was my fault that you got away with the last fight. Wich demons, this time I will crush your bones to ashes!"

"If it weren't for that man's help, you would have died by my sword in the last fight. Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the masked man and said coldly. Zhicheng Daoren's face became even colder, and he was stimulated by such a junior, and he almost couldn't help but make a move.

"There's no need to get angry with a dead man. The man in the fox mask spoke, his voice hoarse and low, giving a feeling of weakness.

Zhicheng Daoist suppressed the anger in his body and said, "I'll leave it to you, I can't miss it again this time." ”

"Don't worry, this time I have laid a net of heaven and earth, even if it is a Da Luo True Immortal, as long as he comes, there is no way to escape. "The masked man was so confident in his plan that he had planted a spatial barrier within a radius of ten miles and sealed off the area.

"Why do you always like to talk big?" Ye Zhiqiu sneered, and then took out his short knife, the blade flashing with a sharp cold light.

The man in the mask did not speak again, and also took out his magic weapon, a milky white orb, round, about the size of a palm, the whole body was crystal clear, with a white light rhythmic on the surface.

"Whew!"

The masked man struck first, and the gray vitality was injected into the milky white orb, and the color of the orb immediately turned to dead gray, and then it spun grayly. With a wave of the man's robe, a viscous gray mist immediately burst out from the orb, enveloping his entire body.

"This trick again?" Ye Zhiqiu sneered and put away his double knives. These gray mist are highly toxic and can kill you even the slightest bit. And the mist is corrosive, the last time he fought with two knives, the twin knives were corroded, and he was almost consumed by the mist, this time he will not make a mistake again.

"Flame Stunt: Flame Dragon Finger!"

Ye Zhiqiu's self-created move, wrapped the two fingers of the food with the power of flames, and condensed into a flame dragon as large as a thousand feet, lying in mid-air, giving everyone watching the battle a strong visual shock, and also made some people who wanted to fish in troubled waters give up their plans in their hearts.

"Roar!"

The flame dragon roared fiercely, and as Ye Zhiqiu's two fingers pointed out, the dragon crossed the distance of space with an invincible posture, and went straight to the masked man to kill.

The masked man only showed a pair of dark eyes under the mask, and the expression in his eyes was complicated, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. However, the fox mask on his face is always smiling, adding a bit of mystery to him.

"Fog Hidden Technique!"

Seeing the flame dragon getting closer and closer, the strong sense of oppression forced the masked man to unconsciously take two steps back, and the two men suddenly raised their heads, and their hoarse voices roared out, only to see him raise his hands high, and strange scriptures came from his mouth, like a devout believer.

"Is he chanting scriptures?" Ye Zhihui frowned slightly and asked.

"It's supposed to be a defensive stunt. Qianyu speculated.

Zhichengdao and Mu Zheng and his party were watching the battle, and their expressions were very serious. Ye Zhiqiu is a witch demon, he must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and this battle must be won!

"Boom!"

A fog barrier formed by the condensation of gray vitality formed in a moment, like a moat, protecting the masked man behind him. The masked man stood motionless in the void, not afraid of the arrival of the flame dragon.

"Broken!"

Ye Zhiqiu was violent, still constantly injecting vitality into the dragon's body, the dragon's size was getting bigger and bigger, and its strength was also increasing dramatically, and the terrifying pressure caused the earth below to collapse, and some unlucky cultivators who didn't have time to escape died unexpectedly.

In the nervous sight of everyone, the giant dragon rushed above the fog barrier with an unstoppable attitude, and the deafening sound of explosions sounded endlessly, and the whole world seemed to shake, and the aftermath of the battle continued to spread around the center of the battle, destroying and decaying everywhere it went, the houses fell apart, the ground was full of cracks, and a radius of dozens of miles was in shambles.

Ye Zhihui fled with Qianyu on his back, the aftermath of the battle was extremely fast, they were too late, seeing that they were about to be engulfed by the aftermath, Ye Zhiqiu made a timely move, and with a wave of his robe, a barrier formed by flames enveloped the two of them, blocking the damage of the aftermath.

Mu Zhengyi and the others were unscathed under the protection of Zhicheng Daoist, and what they cared about was winning or losing this battle.

A moment later, the aftermath of the battle subsided, and a figure fell weakly in mid-air, and Qianyu was pleasantly surprised to find that the person who fell was the masked man!

"Brother won! defeated the masked man with just one move, brother is amazing!" Ye Zhihui said excitedly.

Qianyu frowned and said, "Things may not be so simple, don't take it lightly." ”

"Jade-faced Fox, what's wrong with you?" Zhicheng Daoren's expression changed, and he immediately flew towards the masked man, catching the masked man in mid-air, with a sad look on his face.

"This man is too weak. Mu Zhengyi complained in disgust.

"Hehe, don't rush to conclusions. Su Yang smiled mysteriously, "The jade-faced fox is not something that ordinary people can defeat. ”

Mu Zhengyi didn't understand what Su Yang meant, so he could only continue to watch the battle. Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but show a contemptuous look when he saw that the masked man was defeated, and said, "The cultivation is not enough, and the tone is not small." ”

"Really?"

Suddenly, a withered and pale hand suddenly stretched out from behind Ye Zhiqiu, piercing directly from his back and piercing through his chest.

"You?" Ye Zhiqiu's body suddenly stiffened, and then he turned his head in horror, and the fox mask on the face of the jade-faced fox was smiling at him, and the smile was extremely hideous......