I don't know what kind of exercise the flame came out of the palm of this elegant monk, and there are two monks on their side who want to cross this wall of fire, but they don't want to be blocked back.

The young monk who had used an axe to cut out the ravine before had a gloomy face, he wanted to draw the ground as an embedded, but he didn't want to have the potential to be cocooned and bound himself, how could he not make people angry!

"As long as Lao Tzu doesn't die today, I will definitely kill you a dog!"

The monk who was blocked back had angry eyes, and his clenched fists were obviously angry.

"What's the use of talking so much nonsense, last words, haha, no one here will hear it except us!" said a monk with a huddled facial features on the other side.

The nine people on the opposite side stood near the ravine, looking at Qi Yan and them with contempt through the raging wall of fire, as if they were looking at the dying people again.

The nine people sacrificed their own magic weapons at the same time, and the nine magic weapons were different, but the same thing was that those people could still see a little trace of rustiness when they cast the spell, probably not habitually, and it was very likely that they were taken from other monks.

I can't tell what sect they are studying from just the number of spell casting paths, if they can't be killed here today, I'm afraid there will be no way to seek revenge in the future, the more I think about it, the more angry Qi Yan's heart becomes, and the heart of killing a few people is even stronger.

The flames in the sky were raging, and Qi Yan was a kind of monk who couldn't stand such a hot flame, and conjured up a body of armor, and when the nine people on the opposite side saw these armors, their eyes were bright, and their faces were even more imperative.

"Boom!"

A roar of flame erupted from Qi Yan's left hand, striking directly at the wall of fire in front of him, burning a round hole of about a foot in the middle of the wall of fire.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the tongue of fire that hit straight out went straight through the hole and ran to the nine people behind and burned over, and the nine people were burned around by the overwhelming tongue of fire, and one of the legs of the so-called second brother, who had no time to dodge, had been burned to ashes.

Those people picked up the second brother and fled to the side, while at the same time, Qi Yan and the others had already drilled through the hole and chased after them.

After only running out about ten feet, the nine people stopped, and for nothing else, they found that after passing through the wall of fire, the tongue of fire did not chase them all the time, but swept past and ran into the ancient forest.

The tongue of fire, which burned dozens of feet away, was covered with ashes, as if it had carved a blackened path in this ancient forest.

"Hahaha, where did you come from, you are not afraid of being counterattacked if you cast a spell before you control it. The elegant monk stood on the scorched earth side and looked at Qi Yan and the others with scrutinizing eyes, and smiled darkly as he passed him.

As soon as the words were turned around, no one seemed to warn the other eight people: "But big brother, I have found another treasure, none of you should rob it, if it can be combined with my exit style, it must be a wonderful thing!"

"Let's see if you have the ability to take it!" Qi Yan looked at the long scorched earth, ignored the man's shout, and said lightly.

The magic weapons entangled in mid-air made a loud sound, and all kinds of light waves and swords almost cut this ancient forest to the ground, and for a while, sand and rocks flew away, and grass and trees flew sideways.

The elegant monk was choked by Qi Yan, his face turned cold, and then he thought of something and said, "Fourth, I'm afraid your little boy is hungry." ”

One of them, who was short and child-like, was a little sluggish, and then his face was clear, and his mouth kept patting his ass: "It's still the eldest brother who is smart, and the younger brother is beyond my reach!"

After speaking, I saw him recall the nine-ring knife in mid-air, and when the spell sounded in his mouth, the tip of the knife pierced his heart, and the blood on the man's face suddenly retreated, and then the phantom of a fierce beast jumped out of the nine-ring knife.

"Roar, roar!" With a bloodthirsty roar, the phantom was already like a substance when it landed, and it was actually a colorful tiger two or three feet long.

"They...... What kind of person can refine it...... Soul Beast!" the young monk looked at the roaring tiger on the ground, and his voice shrank slightly.

Qi Yan is not too surprised, the beast soul is only, the little green dragon in the Qinglong Xuanjian he wears is the beast soul, but the green dragon is not as evil as this tiger, and it still needs the master's blood to summon it.

After roaring a few times, the colorful tiger leaped to its feet, casting a dark shadow over everyone's heads, and occasionally a few drops of blood falling from the corners of its mouth to the ground.

The feminine-looking monk took the lead in jumping, and the glass and red-tasseled spear in the air shook violently, and in a trance, it was like a long snake that went straight to the tiger and entwined it, only to hear a whining sound The tiger was cut off by the waist and returned to nothingness.

On the other hand, when the old four tigers were cut off, the whole person flew out like a piece of paper, and a mouthful of old blood drew a blood mist in the air, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The hand that this monk showed seemed to be telling everyone, especially the young monk who had just spoken, that the soul beast was nothing more than that, and it was not vulnerable.

On the other side, one was already crippled and one was injured, and the combat strength of the remaining seven people could also be seen, Qi Yan and their group were fighting with awe-inspiring spirit, and the victory and defeat seemed to be visible, but it was still unknown who Lan Ling was exposed to.

Thunder suddenly rushed out from Qi Yan's side, and rushed straight towards the elegant monk, who didn't seem to expect this hand, because the anger on his face was mixed with a hint of surprise because of what happened to the fourth child just now.

A palm-wide jet-black and simple blunt sword cut a semicircle in the air, and several black pythons rushed towards the seven monks with black light.

It was the first time Qi Yan had seen Thunder use such a method, and he was really shocked by the more than ten black pythons, presumably Thunder Cultivation was already on the edge of foundation building, and it may even have reached the foundation building period, but in order to consolidate mana cultivation, it has been suppressed.

Unable to allow everyone to exclaim, soon the remaining sixteen of them immediately joined the battle group, abandoning the magic weapons of aerial fighting and directly pounced on the seven people who were scattered together.

But for half an hour, the casualties of the seven wounded people did not seem to be as powerful as they had said, and where did they get such a big breath?

One kind of person searched the nine people, and a lot of all kinds of low-grade magic weapons were scavenged, some low-grade elixirs, and tattered rune paper, but there was no net of blue spiritual dew.

The people who were full of anger sprinkled their anger on a few people, Qi Yan grabbed the throat of the elegant monk, and said viciously in his mouth: "Don't you want the palm fire of the master? Get it up!"

"I don't dare, I don't dare..."The elegant monk who was beaten by Thunder and Qi Yan has long lost his previous domineering strength.

"Say, where is Lan Linglu?" Thunder kicked the monk.

But the monk's mouth was as closed as an old clam and he didn't plead anymore, but he let him admit and kick as if he were dead, and suddenly Qi Yan and Thunder glanced at each other fiercely, and rushed back to the road where he came.