Soon after Yu Zhang Chong lit the eight-petal golden lotus lamp, and the black light shrouded everyone, the Cuiweilou monk and the Fuguang Sect monk who were planning to catch and fight had already left the black light range, and each found the other to fight, leaving only Chen San to face the two black-clothed monks who were strange everywhere.

When leaving the black light range, Fang Kao, Chen Ling and the other Cuiweilou monks all glanced at Chen San, the look of worry in their eyes was obvious, and then they turned their heads and left.

Zhang Chong sacrificed the eight-petal golden lotus lamp and other strange treasures, Chen San, who was rushing towards him, naturally would not let Zhang Chong easily activate the treasure, and with his one-handed halberd fingers, the fingertip flames jumped three times in a row, and the three were as long as more than four zhang, like a red pulp of red pulp, and the red melting blade slashed forward with a whirring sound.

As soon as the first Red Melting Flame Blade Fang took off his hand, the expression on Chen San's face sank a little more, because this scorching fire blade swept in the black light was like a charcoal entering water, although it would not be extinguished at once, but the fire blade slashed in the black light, scorching the black light tumbling and melting for a while, and the fire blade was gradually dimming.

After the three red fusion blades were shot, although Chen San was amazed at the power of the black light, there was no fear in his eyes, his left hand was five fingers together, and he pushed his palm to the left, and the dazzling red light in his palm appeared, and then the red light condensed, turning into a bright fireball, and his right hand grabbed the void, and a slender war knife with a black body, like a slender war knife wrapped in it after being stained with blood and dried up, appeared out of thin air, and then the blade of the war knife shook, turning into a black shadow and stabbing forward.

Chen San was able to restrain Qiang Bao's Annihilation Soul Thorn with his empty hands, and although Chen Chong was extremely angry in his heart, he would not lose his mind. Chen Chong, who knew that the person in front of him was definitely tricky, so he liked to fight the enemy alone when facing the enemy, and then killed the opponent after humiliating the opponent, did not show any dissatisfaction with He Yuanhua, who was following closely beside him, and obviously planned to meet the enemy with him.

After Zhang Chong took out the eight-petal golden lotus lamp and sacrificed the golden lotus lamp, Chen San's three red melting blades had also been shot.

Seeing that the three scorching black lights were tumbling for a while, like a fire mist, and when the black light began to dissolve, Zhang Chong and He Yuanhua couldn't help but shrink their pupils, and they were even more afraid of Chen San.

Facing the three scorching fire blades that came from him, Chen Chong was surprised, his hands were wide open, his palms were wrapped in black mang, and then like a martial artist in the mortal world, his hands kept stirring in front of him, as if he was rubbing a ball of flexible things.

Soon, the three Red Fusion Flame Blades slashed out of Zhang Chong's face, but he still kept stirring the void in front of him with both hands, as if he had never seen the three Whirring Fire Blades that could turn them into flying ashes at any time.

Zhang Chong was naturally not so arrogant that he thought that his mere body could resist Chen San's three fire-taking blades, but there was also a companion beside him who had never made a move, He Yuanhua, a monk who made people know at a glance that he was extraordinary.

He Yuanhua, who had been gathering momentum beside Zhang Chong for a long time, suddenly leaned forward with his hands that had been behind him at the moment when the fire blade was about to sweep into the inner range of Zhang Chong's body.

I saw that He Yuanhua's hands were covered with black scales, his fingertips were like knives, and the cold light flickered in them, and after his hands reached out, his five fingers were bent one by one, and he grabbed forward like eagle claws.

"Hah!"

When the claws were handed out to the two feet in front of him, after He Yuanhua's five claws on both hands made a strange sound, his hands disappeared like blades and five fingers, and then he shouted loudly in his mouth, and a burst of black mangbi appeared in his hands, and his arms dragged to his side.

The mutant was born, He Yuanhua dragged it hard, as if he had been born out of thin air, and actually grabbed a lightless black curtain more than ten zhang long and wide from the black light, and then pulled the black curtain with both hands to cover the three red melting blades that were about to hit, and immediately covered all the three fire blades.

Seeing such a strange scene, Chen San, who was moved by his mind, found that a trace of mental connection with the three Red Fusion Blades also disappeared after the Red Melting Blades were trapped in the black curtain, and he couldn't help but have a strange glint in his eyes, and he thought about it quickly.

After bringing the three Red Melting Flame Blades back to the black curtain, He Yuanhua flicked his hands, and the black curtain was immediately turned into a huge black ball and thrown aside, and then two points of essence flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Chong's left.

After the black ball was thrown aside by He Yuanhua, just like the one it formed, the black ball was also suddenly hidden in the black light, wrapped in three red melting blades and quickly disappeared.

And in the direction He Yuanhua was looking at, a slender black shadow suddenly appeared, stabbing straight at Zhang Chongxiang's head.

The moment the slender black shadow appeared, the distance between him and Zhang Chong was already less than three feet, and Zhang Chong was still bothered by the constant stirring of his hands in front of him, and he still looked like he had never seen it in this second fatal attack, and when his hands stirred in front of him, a pair of gloomy eyes stared at Chen San tightly.

As soon as He Yuanhua found Chen San's hidden attack on Zhang Chong's evil sword ghost bodhisattva, his body flickered, and at the same time that his left hand made a claw to poke out the evil knife, the essence in his eyes suddenly flourished, and two beams of white light shot out from his eyes and overlapped together, forming a black shadow that a white light the size of a goose egg turned into the evil knife. 33

The white light in He Yuanhua's eyes was too sudden, and before Chen San could react, the white light was already covering the black shadow, and the black shadow covered by the white light immediately paused, revealing its prototype, an ink-black long knife.

Seeing this scene, Chen San's eyes were full of light, and his heart was shocked, knowing what kind of magical power this white light that he had seen before, before he had time to think about it, his right shoulder shook, and a gray shadow broke through his shoulder and swept out, rushing straight towards the evil knife that was restrained by He Yuanhua.

At this time, although the two sides seemed to have spent a lot of time under the repeated shots, in fact, they were just half over.

Separated by more than ten zhang distance, both sides are swept out of the body after a deviation, and then like a whirlpool, while not stopping in a circle, they are also rapidly approaching each other, until now, the three of them are still five zhang apart.

After the Evil Sword Ghost Bodhisattva showed its original form, under the shroud of the white light in He Yuanhua's eyes, the blade couldn't help trembling, but it was impossible to move forward or retreat, just like the situation when Luo Hongmei's pink sword was wrapped in the white light reflected by Bai Zhilong's small bronze mirror before.

At the same time as guessing in his heart, the gray shadow that swept out of Chen San's shoulders was like a gray python that was rapidly probing towards its prey, and the distance of five zhang was only a blink of an eye, and it almost landed on the handle of the evil knife at the same time as He Yuanhua's left palm, and also showed the original shape of the gray shadow, a long arm with gray skin like a rough stone surface.

The white light in He Yuanhua's eyes really surprised Chen San, and Chen San's long shoulders and long arms were not the same for He Yuanhua and Zhang Chong.

At the same time that a strange glint flashed in the eyes of He Yuanhua and Zhang Chong, He Yuanhua's left hand that was grasping the handle of the evil knife pulled it back hard, and the five fingers of his right hand were like knives together, and he slashed straight at the gray and white little arm that was grasping the other end of the handle of the evil knife.

Unexpectedly, He Yuanhua dragged it hard, not only did the evil knife not move half a minute towards him, but a huge force also passed from the handle of the evil knife, pulling his body straight and staggering, and his right palm slashed on the gray and white forearm, just like an ordinary fleshy palm slashed on the solid stone, and a burst of pain passed from the palm end, making He Yuanhua frown slightly.

Pull it hard again, move your palm and split again, it is still in vain, and the huge force transmitted from the handle of the evil knife is even worse, He Yuanhua has already been ripped away from Zhang Chongzhang Xu Kaiwai with the evil knife, I believe that if he doesn't let go, He Yuanhua will definitely be pulled to Chen San's side with the evil knife.

Chen San, who was so weird and domineering, He Yuanhua was really not sure that after getting close to Chen San, he would be able to return calmly and unharmed, so he had to grit his teeth violently, let go of his left hand, and let Chen San take the evil knife back.

After letting go, He Yuanhua didn't make another move, and after returning to Zhang Chong's side, his eyes seemed to be unaffected by the black light emitted by the eight-petal golden lotus lamp, and he stared at Chen San tightly, as if he saw something from Chen San.

As soon as the evil knife Fang returned to his side, Chen San did not put away the terrifying gray arm first, but grabbed the evil knife and handed it to his eyes, Chen San took a closer look, and wiped the two fingers of his right hand at the edge of the evil knife.

Before touching the blade of the evil knife, the two fingers of Chen San's right hand were full of spiritual light, and the two fingers were tightly wrapped before touching the blade.

The two fingers touched the blade, and immediately slid to the tip of the blade, and then the two fingers flicked away, and a little bright white light was thrown away from the two fingers.

After all the white light hidden on both sides of the blade of the evil knife was erased by Chen San, the gray arm that grabbed the evil knife was loose and tight, and it had moved from the handle to the blade.

I saw that the palm of Chen San's gray arm was tightly grasped on the extremely sharp knife, but there was no trace of blood overflowing, and when the palm of Chen San's gray arm was released, the evil knife was swaying, and the blade was straight towards Chen San's throat.

It's just that the speed of this sudden stroke is not fast, the blade of the evil knife has moved less than three points, and it was grabbed by the gray palm of the blade, and then Chen San's right palm gushing out of the spirit of the knife grabbed the handle of the evil knife, swiped it to the end, and then shook it casually, throwing out a few points of bright white light.

"What kind of people are you!?"

After Chen San wiped away the strange white light hidden on the evil knife, he suddenly raised the spiritual power in his body, poured it into the evil knife along his right palm, and soon filled the spiritual power consumed in the evil knife, and when he was about to raise his hand to sacrifice, a thick man's voice sounded in his ears.

Chen San immediately stared, his right hand moved, he squinted slightly and looked at He Yuanhua who was shining in his eyes, and he didn't reply, while thinking quickly in his heart, the fireball that rose to seventeen or eighteen zhang outside his left palm was still growing rapidly.

When Chen San erased the hidden white light of the evil knife, although the three of them were still wandering in circles, He Yuanhua was back with both hands, and Zhang Chong also seemed to have completed the spell that had taken a long time, stopped the stirring of his hands, and stared at Chen San's eyes were gloomy, but there was a sense of confusion in them, as if something strange had happened to Chen San that made him very incomprehensible.