"Xiaobai, you run away quickly, maybe you can escape from his clutches. Luo Yin sat on the mountain road on his knees, and then said to Xiao Baiyan.

Xiao Bai had already woken up from his fury at this time, and couldn't help laughing when he heard Luo Yin's words to let him escape, but this smile looked so sad and bitter.

"Brother Luo, do you think he will let me go, do you think that with my cultivation, I can really escape his pursuit? Haha, instead of being chased and killed by him like a lost dog at that time, it is better to wait here and die a decent death. It's just that my father and mother suffered from it, and let them suffer this bad luck with us. ”

When Luo Yin heard him say this, he didn't say anything more, if he wanted to die, then die together, so as not to be lonely on the Huangquan Road. He sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

And in the high part of the mountain, Xiao Ling held the book of life and death, took off the blood on the thin sword, and wrote the word Luo Yin on the page with true qi as pen and blood as ink.

Seeing the clear light and the blood drenched, he closed the book of life and death, and looked at the carriage under the mountain with a sneer. As long as Luo Yin is killed, Xiao Bai, this kid, has nothing to worry about, and he can easily solve it with a sword in his hand.

After a few moments, he leaped down the hill and headed straight for the carriage that had stopped on the mountain path.

"Hahahaha, dare to go against this son, and dare to hurt this son, I really don't know whether to live or die, let you die so easily, it's really cheap for you!" Xiao Ling's figure appeared in front of the carriage, touched the neck that had been cut by Luo Yin before, and looked at Luo Yin, who was sitting under the stone wall, and laughed happily.

Suddenly, a cyan sword light flashed, and the momentum was matchless, heading straight for Xiao Ling.

"You're still alive?!I've written your name in your blood, you should have died a long time ago, how could you still be alive. This is impossible, this is impossible!" Xiao Ling eagerly moved, and the Heavenly Demon Phantom ** used it, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow. Then he looked at the man who drew the sword and cried out in disbelief, his face full of confusion and doubt.

The person who slashed at Xiao Ling with this sword was Luo Yin, who should have been killed by the Book of Life and Death.

A moment ago, Luo Yin held his breath and condensed, waiting for the moment when his life ended, when suddenly an indescribable chill poured out from the depths of his bone marrow, instantly soaking his whole body, making people feel as if they were in the depths of an ice hell, and even his soul was almost frozen. But after an instant, the chill dissipated instantly, as if it had never existed.

And at this time, accompanied by a wanton and arrogant laughter, Xiao Ling appeared in front of the carriage. Although Luo Yin was also full of doubts at this time, it did not prevent him from seizing this good opportunity to make a sneak attack.

It's just a pity that this Xiao Ling's figure is really good, and such an unexpected blow was still dodged by him, which made Luo Yin feel sorry in his heart.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with him, Luo Yin instantly turned on his full combat power, and he did not hesitate to use the trick of sacrificing himself, and his cultivation skyrocketed, and another sword slashed at Xiao Ling's throat.

Xiao Ling relied on his strange body style to deal with Luo Yin's life-killing sword with a thin sword, and at the same time thought in his heart but what went wrong, why this kid didn't die.

"I know, Luo Yin, Luo Yin, you used a fake name, no wonder this son failed to kill you, you are really deliberate!" Xiao Ling was puzzled, and then he had a flash of inspiration, and thought of the only possibility, that is, Luo Yin used a fake name, and only in this way would the book of life and death become invalid.

"What does it have to do with you with a pseudonym or not. Today, you don't want to leave here alive, take your life, and see who else will save you this time!" Luo Yin's long sword was like a raging wind and waves, endless, and the moves went straight to Xiao Ling's vital point.

Xiao Ling laughed, "Even if you want to kill me, dream! Even if you don't use that treasure, my son can send you back to the West today!"

The two fought desperately on this narrow mountain road, and there was an abyss beside them, and one accident would end up with no bones.

Xiao Bai on the side was very nervous at this time, for fear that Luo Yin was not Xiao Ling's opponent, and he wanted to go up to help, but his cultivation was too low, and he couldn't intervene at all, so he could only do it in a hurry.

But Luo Yin was more and more frightened at this time, in just over half a month, this Xiao Ling's body style became more and more weird and difficult, and he had to show twelve points of spirit to barely keep up with his speed.

"No, his strength is getting stronger and stronger, if you can't keep him today, maybe the next time you see him, you won't be his opponent at all. Fortunately, I prepared a killer weapon in advance, and I could send him on his way as soon as I had the chance. ”

Xiao Ling's figure was erratic at this time, and he slashed one sword after another, forcing Luo Yin to be tired of coping, "What's the matter, you can't keep up with the speed of this son, aren't you, aren't you very arrogant at the time, and you even hurt your son's throat." Come on again, let Ben Gongzi see what else you are capable of!"

Luo Yin's long sword blocked a tricky attack from Xiao Ling, and with this force, he took a few steps back, swung the Qingyang Sword in his hand upward, and then slashed down with the power that devoured everything.

Luo Yin's strongest swordsmanship now, combined with the skyrocketing cultivation of the self-sacrificing technique, is already the peak of Luo Yin's strength, if he can't even kill Xiao Ling with this sword, then there will never be any possibility!

The Qingyang Sword fell, and the originally bright spring sunlight on the mountain road suddenly became distorted, and the sky was slightly darker, as if it was being swallowed by the long sword.

This sword came so fast, and the momentum was so terrifying and terrifying, Xiao Ling didn't dare to take it hard, the black light flashed, and the whole person avoided this death sword in a strange and indescribable form.

"Haha, this is your strongest method, but in this way, this son can easily ...... Ahh

Avoiding this strongest face, Xiao Ling opened his mouth to laugh, but before he finished his ridicule, he found that in the dim skylight, an undetectable blue shadow had arrived in front of him.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late, and he barely avoided the vital point, and then he was pierced by the blue shadow, and then let out a miserable scream.

Luo Yin made a move, and a blue shadow returned to his hand, which was the ninth-order magic weapon Blue Shadow Needle, which had not been used for a long time.

Xiao Ling received this blow, although he was injured, but fortunately avoided the vital point, and sneered: "Flying needle magic weapon, I didn't expect you to have this hand, I underestimated you." It's just that you think you can defeat me with it? A wound the size of a needle's eye, with the way of this son, as long as you avoid the vital point, even if you stab ten times or eight times, what can you do to me?"

"A wound the size of a needle's eye really can't help you, but what if I add some material to it?" Luo Yin sneered back.

Xiao Ling's face suddenly changed, and his entire body became stiff......