To the west of the palace construction site, more than thirty miles away, a group of stubborn Cangyun Sect Spirit Masters, together with hundreds of blue wolves, were fighting with the red-haired,, ghost-like warriors of the Yaksha clan.

From time to time, there was the sound of blades clashing in the snow, interspersed with the roar of wolves, the gasping of warriors, and the howling of wind and snow, and the roar of spells.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a bloody fighting qi mixed with blood light condensed into a slash, passed through the battlefield of more than ten zhang one after another, and landed on a spirit master who was concentrating on controlling several blue wolves, and in the screams of the spirit master, the entire arm and most of the shoulders were cut off, and blood poured out.

"Lao Lin!"

"Be careful!"

There was another exclamation, and with a violent wind that made the scalp tingle, a wheel-like flying blade that flew rapidly in the air rolled over, slashing through the bodies of several spirit masters and their respective spirit creatures one after another, bringing bursts of blood with them.

Several people were scratched, spurting shocking blood on the snow, and one unlucky person avoided it, and was slashed on the spot by the wheel blade, and the whole person snorted and split in half.

With a violent vibration, the blade of the wheel with a diameter of a few feet was deeply plunged into the solid ice, making people look sideways.

The arrogant and wanton laughter came: "Hahahaha!"

Everyone followed the sound, but saw that a Yaksha master who was unusually burly and half a body taller than ordinary Yaksha appeared on the battlefield.

His body exuded the profound aura of the peak of the tenth revolution of the human rank, and the blood and fighting aura were gushing all over his body, and the red hair on the back of his head was flying with the wind, and he had a chilling and terrifying feeling when he looked at it.

"Who's coming?"

The leader of the Cangyun Sect's Imperial Spirit Master had a solemn face and asked.

Although he is also a tenth-level cultivator, he thinks he is a mediocre person, and now when he encounters such a master, he has a sense of an elite that is difficult to resist.

The team he commanded was only one of the squads guarding here, with less than twenty people, and there were hundreds of spiritual objects, but if all the dead and wounded were here, it would be difficult to explain.

He could only hope for time to wait for the large army on the other side of the construction site to come to his aid.

Previously, in order to ensure the safety of the spirit mine, the sect had always had two earth-level elders guarding here, as well as a full number of five hundred spirit master troops, as well as more than a thousand soldiers, thousands of miners, and spiritual objects, but the enemy followed the void tide, crossed the void crack, and was really unguardable.

I don't know if the people on the other side of the construction site pay enough attention to their own signals.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The person who came didn't pay attention to his questioning at all, and once again lifted a huge war knife made of dark iron, and the tiger was in the wind and danced quickly.

The sword gang scattered and slashed with the bloody fighting spirit, and everyone and the wolves hurriedly retreated.

"Abominable ......"

"If it weren't for the fact that Swift Eagle was shot down a few ...... before"

With a bitter look on his face, the little boss could only step forward and fend off the attack of the Yaksha master.

But he soon found out in despair that the Yaksha was not only fierce and strong, but also extremely skillful, and between swings, the knife was flexible, like an arm and a finger, easily breaking through his defenses, cutting out several wounds one after another.

This little boss himself has ordinary qualifications, and he was promoted by relying on his diligence and winning the hearts of his subordinates, and his major is just an ordinary blue-eyed wolf.

Now with the power of the blue wolf blessed by the Changing Dao, he is not the opponent of this Yaksha master at all, and he will soon fall into a dangerous situation.

But at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse, and a dark shadow flashed next to him!

"Boom!"

In the huge muffled sound, the Yaksha master, who was still majestic, was directly knocked out and flew out.

The little leader looked at it with a bit of surprise, but saw that it was a young spirit master, whose whole body was red and full of arrogance, turning into a lion's head and antlers, and the tiger's eye-eyed elk was supported by a unicorn image spirit robe, which was amazing.

His right arm is even darker with a layer of metallic luster, and the dense dragon scale-like armor is lined up one after another, and in the hideous, it shows a bit of vigor.

"Generals?"

The little leader was quite knowledgeable, and immediately recognized the cultivation of the person who came.

This general-level soldier was naturally Wang Ran under Fang Qianyuan, as soon as he arrived, he found that someone was in danger here, so he made a decisive move.

"Ahh

The Yaksha master was knocked away by him, and instead of losing his combat strength, he crawled up like a wounded beast, his eyes spewing with anger.

"Bloody Slash!"

He raised his sword alof, and his bloody fighting energy poured out, causing the blood in his skin to spray out, turning into a blood mist and condensing on it.

Then, in the midst of the sudden slash, a huge blood light flew like a crescent moon.

Wang Ran snorted coldly, and didn't dodge, just raised his hideous unicorn arm.

"Iron Arm—Railing!"

Boom!

A dull sound of impact came out, and the condensed slash of fighting spirit slashed on it, but it didn't move at all.

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Wang Ran jumped up, opened his hideous right arm, and suddenly grabbed the Yaksha master.

The old power of the Yaksha master is old, and the new force is not born, and he can't dodge it in time, so he is directly pierced through the chest.

Wang Ran's cultivation is all on this arm, and he doesn't need any magic weapons, it's enough to have this arm.

"Human!"

"You actually killed me!"

"My brother, you will avenge me!"

The Yaksha master obviously didn't expect that a seemingly ordinary action would kill him like this, and with endless anger on his face, he roared in a low voice.

"Your brother?" Wang Ran was slightly stunned.

But I saw that the master of the Yaksha was biased and choked on the spot.

Wang Ranzheng wondered how this master died so quickly, ordinary people, even if they were seriously injured, most of them could survive for a while, but when they saw that the other party's body, blood was rising all over his body, as if he had a soul, and turned into a strange flame and rose up.

Wang Ran was taken aback, but saw that in the midst of the flames, a figure of a yaksha with a face that could not be seen clearly, but could vaguely distinguish the sharp horns of red hair, appeared.

The loud voice, accompanied by a violent aura, permeated the surroundings.

"Human, you killed my brother!"

The figure seemed to have left a secret mark on the Yaksha master's body with a secret method, and once triggered, it immediately projected its will and sensed the movement here.

"You're finished! No one in heaven or on earth can save you! I, the Yakshatra, will never let you go! All the Yaksha warriors of my Yaksha tribe will also regard you as their enemies until death!"

"You, wait for death!"

The figure roared angrily.

"Oh, the name of the Night's Mishap, it seems familiar, where have you heard of it?"

A faint voice sounded behind him.

The figure in the bloodlight flame trembled, with a little stiffness, and turned his head with difficulty.

Fang Qianyuan didn't know when he was standing behind him, with a little thought on his face, reminiscing.