"Yan Jun, do you really want to be the enemy of my Iron Cavalry Gang?"

It was Wu Baiyan, the leader of the Iron Cavalry Gang, who spoke.

"Hmph! The little Iron Rider Gang Benjun hasn't taken it into his eyes yet, if you know each other, you can obediently hand over all the treasures on your body, and Benjun can spare you two from dying!"

An eerie voice came.

Ling Shaoyun hurriedly ran in the direction where the sound came from, the sound came from a mountain rock, and when he got closer to see it clearly, he was suddenly taken aback, and quickly hid behind a boulder next to him.

I saw that in the weedy pile of rubble, there were more than a dozen corpses lying horizontally and vertically, and those corpses were the disciples of the Immortal Domain left by the palace master.

Wu Baiyan was covered in blood, and behind him stood the only seventeen or eighteen-year-old Immortal Realm disciple.

Opposite them stood an old man of about sixty years old.

The old man was dressed in a golden silk robe, with a lion nose and a wide mouth, large earlobe wheels, a face like bronze, his eyes were faintly fierce, and his martial arts cultivation had reached the middle stage of the innate realm.

The old man was the head of the six masters of the Psychic Sect, Yan Jun.

"Yan Jun, because your psychic sect is still a famous sect, I can't imagine that you will do such a thing as killing people and seizing treasures, today you killed so many of my disciples, he will definitely make you pay for your blood debts and blood one day!"

Wu Baiyan said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, don't be ashamed! You should understand the principle of the law of the jungle, don't say that you are a small iron cavalry gang, even those famous factions don't dare to talk like this in front of me, since you want to find death, this gentleman is as you wish!"

After Yan Jun finished speaking, he soared into the air, unleashed his master's master, the "Great Splitting Light Technique", and flew towards Wu Baiyan and the Immortal Realm disciple.

At this time, Ling Shaoyun already knew that the old man was Yan Jun, one of the six masters of the Psychic Sect, and he could hear from Yan Jun's tone that Yan Jun didn't know that he was killing a disciple of the Immortal Realm, if he knew, maybe he wouldn't be so arrogant.

Seeing Yan Jun flying into the air, Wu Baiyan pushed away the immortal disciple beside him and flew up to meet him.

As soon as the two sides handed over, Ling Shaoyun had already seen that Wu Baiyan's martial arts cultivation was also in the middle of the Innate Realm, and he was originally on par with Yan Jun, but Wu Baiyan seemed to have been injured before, you must know that the battle of life and death was lost by a thousand miles, which gave Yan Jun an advantage.

In addition, although Wu Baiyan's palm technique is second to none in the martial arts, it is slightly inferior to Yan Jun's Great Spectroscopy Technique.

After dozens of rounds, Wu Baiyan has gradually gained the upper hand, he only feels that there are many lights and shadows in front of him, virtual and real, and he can't tell which is Yan Jun's true body, and he has been forced to hurry.

"Bang!

Hearing two muffled sounds, Wu Baiyan had already been hit in one palm in his shoulder and one in his abdomen.

Seeing that Wu Baiyan was already in danger and was about to die in the light and shadow of Yan Jun in an instant, how could Ling Shaoyun not save him?

It was too late, it was fast, Ling Shaoyun flew up, and the Yuyang finger sword burst out with sword qi more than three feet long, turning into countless sword shadows and slashing towards Yan Jun.