The two voices mixed together and poured into Su Yunyao's ears, and for a moment he seemed to see the person in his heart walking towards her with a smile, and the next moment he was thrown into the bloody killing battlefield.

"Ahh

Now Su Yunyao forgot that he could use his divine sense to close his six senses, and when those two voices surrounded the whole person, he just subconsciously wanted to cover his ears in order to isolate these two extreme sounds, but he forgot that he lost the aura of his hands and the magic weapon controlled by his divine sense, and fell to the ground because he lost the control of his master.

Su Yunyao's shouting sounded like a clarion call for victory for the purple-clothed monk, and the purple-clothed monk's eyes were full of laughter and sarcasm when he saw Su Yunyao, who had lost his magic weapon.

Without the control of his divine sense and aura, the crimson flame that had been attached to the armor of the purple-clothed monk became smaller and smaller, and gradually extinguished little by little, and the purple-clothed monk finally got rid of the scorching and sultry breath.

The rhythm of the flute was still sprinkled around Su Yunyao more and more, Su Yunyao's whole person was shaky, and her open eyes were full of gentle warmth for a while, and cold killing intent for a while.

A high tune was like a sword in the rain, and Su Yunyao, who was surrounded, was dazed in his eyes, his face was distorted in pain, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person fell sharply from the sky.

After the purple-clothed monk who finished the note put away the flute in his hand, his body shook twice and then stood still, standing there lightly looking at the falling Su Yunyao, but he retracted a pair of slightly trembling hands into his cuffs.

It's like waiting, and it's like recovering spiritual power.

Li Chengfeng heard the end of the confusing flute, glanced at Su Yunyao's direction distractedly, and suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and saw Su Yunyao hanging his hands like a lifeless fallen leaf, his face pale.

"Rustle!" Two tornadoes full of yellow sand rolled up from both sides of Li Chengfeng.

The tornado on the left side was getting bigger and bigger, and the eye of the wind could no longer be seen in the center, but the sound of soldiers colliding could be clearly heard, rushing towards the purple-clothed monk, devouring the red silk in her hand little by little.

The tornado on the right side lifted off the ground and turned into a huge leaf shape, floating directly below Su Yunyao, gently catching Su Yunyao's body.

There is a thin yellow sand connection between the sand-like petiole and Li Chengfeng, like a line, and Li Chengfeng's fingers pull and pull the sand leaf to his side.

There was no time to check Su Yunyao's condition, and the purple-clothed monk who found that his situation had changed had already chased after him.

The purple-clothed monk next to her had been swept up in the tornado, and she couldn't escape for a moment, so she sacrificed a shield talisman paper around the sand leaf, and Li Chengfeng carried the Mingsha sword and flew straight to the purple-clothed monk who was rushing towards her.

The roaring yellow sand swept through the purple-clothed monk who had no time to dodge, and the flute sticking out of one end was faintly visible in the yellow sand.

The purple-clothed friar was entangled in a tornado full of yellow sand, and the older monk sitting on the rock stared at the sword eyebrows as if considering whether to make a move, but did not give the other purple-clothed monk a single look.

Li Chengfeng couldn't tell what the purpose of the monk sitting upright was, and he didn't make any moves, just sat quietly, as if he was watching a play, no matter what, as long as he didn't come to participate.

The elder monk sitting upright and Li Chengfeng's gaze were opposite, I don't know if they were shocked by the determination and ruthlessness in Li Chengfeng's eyes or for what purpose, after coughing lightly, he looked at the female monk in the wind pillar and turned his gaze away.

Seeing that a whirlpool was stirred up by the flute in the yellow sand in front of him, Li Chengfeng held his hand tightly on the flute and pulled it out desperately.

Li Chengfeng recited the incantation silently in his mouth, and the Mingsha Sword made a humming sound, and the wind and sand pillar that had been stirred out of the whirlpool was quickly filled again.

The purple-clothed monk inside had small scars on his face that was scratched by the slashed yellow sand, and after feeling the spinning flute in his hand being dragged, he gritted his teeth and accelerated the rotation of the flute, and the expression on his face was distorted and cruel, and it became even more hideous after adding a bit of blood.

One mile and one away, two people separated the layers of yellow sand and began a tug-of-war.

Suddenly, Li Chengfeng sang several long spikes at the end of the flute in his hand, and a spike suddenly grew out from under the palm, and the unprepared Li Chengfeng's entire palm was pierced by the spikes.

The tip of the spike stopped growing through the back of the hand, and blood gushed from the wound, staining the entire palm of the hand and the end of the flute in the hand.

The pain in the heart stimulated Li Chengfeng to be excited, but he had no intention of letting go, and after the aura sealed the wound, it just stopped bleeding, but the pain still existed.

The purple-clothed monk in the pillar of wind and sand was not having a good time, this move can be described as killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, although he was not penetrated through the entire palm, but the entire little finger had been scraped off a thin layer of flesh, revealing the white bones of Sensen.

Suddenly, the Purple Friar gave a desperate smile, a series of obscure incantations burst out of his mouth, the spikes on the flute retracted violently and then grew rapidly, and he suddenly lowered his head and licked the blood from his little finger.

Li Chengfeng outside looked at the spikes that disappeared on the back of his hand, and before he could catch his breath, he was suddenly passed through the original blood hole by the spikes that grew out, and a layer of sweat covered his face.

After the spikes on the flute penetrated again, they began to disappear and grow again and again, and the hole on the back of Li Chengfeng's hand was penetrated again and again, and the pain hit again and again.

"Ahhh!!h

The purple-clothed monk in the disappeared pillar of wind and sand opened his eyes wide, glanced at Li Chengfeng blankly, and slowly looked down at the long sword inserted in his heart, the hand holding the end of the flute suddenly loosened, and the little finger had been pierced.

Li Chengfeng pulled out his long sword with a sigh, and a stream of hot blood splattered out, and the purple-clothed monk on the opposite side fell to the ground with wide eyes.

Li Chengfeng still held the flute as if he didn't feel pain, and with the death of his master, the spikes on the flute had disappeared, but Li Chengfeng's entire palm was still lying with blood from the palm that had been repeatedly penetrated by the spikes.

He stood there stunned, like a robot with the pause button pressed.

"This little junior brother, this little junior brother!" the elder monk sitting on the side stood two or three feet away from Li Chengfeng, shouting loudly.

Li Chengfengmu, who heard the voice, turned his head in a daze, and looked at the monk opposite with a bit of a blank eye.

When the elder monk met Li Chengfeng's eyes, his heart was shocked, and he saw all kinds of complex emotions such as dazedness, regret, determination, and fear in those eyes.

When he saw Li Chengfeng like this, he seemed to see himself a few years ago, but since he first borrowed a knife to kill his fellow sect, he has long since had no way back.

Maybe there is no need to rush to solve the junior brother Ni Qiu.

Maybe he can make it borrow the hands of others, maybe he shouldn't be in a hurry to find an opportunity as soon as he enters this secret realm of ten thousand mountains, but whoever lets them be planted with the mark will be printed on the killed person, this kind of mark can only be seen by those who know the secret method in the sect, otherwise he will not borrow the hand of others to kill Ni Qiu.

But it's too late to say anything.