Ye Haoran hid all his cultivation and aura, and as he kept getting closer, the sound of the battle became louder and louder.

At this time, the place where Ye Haoran was standing was on low ground, and there was a sand dune ten zhang high in front of him, and the sound of the battle seemed to come from the other side of the dune.

For this reason, Ye Haoran slowly climbed up to the sand dune under the cover of the wind and sand and the earthy yellow robe he was wearing. Approaching the top of the dune, he stopped. Then he cautiously raised his head and looked to the other side of the dune.

On the other side of the dune, there was a wider sand trench, and on top of this trench, there were four monks fighting. Among them, there are three middle-aged monks who look like they are all cross-faced, each holding a silver big knife and wearing a uniform blood-colored robe. The other was a white-haired old man wearing a pale yellow blood-stained robe, and he was holding a white brush that emitted a faint golden light, and he was not ordinary at first glance. And this old man's cultivation is slightly higher than that of the three of them, and the aura of the Great Perfection of the Enlightenment Period continues to emanate from him.

At this time, the three middle-aged monks in blood-colored robes were surrounding the old man in the middle of the Dao-robed man, constantly swinging bursts of blood-colored knives with the big knives in their hands, attacking him. Although it seemed that the attack was direct, they cooperated very tacitly, as if as long as the old man showed his flaws, they would rush up.

And the old man in the Taoist robe, as a monk of the Great Perfection of the Enlightenment Period, was also very strong in his own strength, and he was not defeated for a while with one against three.

It's just that the moves and spells he used aroused Ye Haoran's interest, and he saw that the swords of the three middle-aged monks slashed away, and the old man in the robe instantly lifted the brush that exuded a faint golden light in his hand, and drew a circle of complex golden runes in the air around him, and the three blood-colored swords slashed at the moment of this circle of golden runes, and the golden runes carved by the old man also shattered instantly.

Ye Haoran felt that when the rune dissipated, a sudden surge of power similar to soul power, but with some differences, said secretly: "Could this be spiritual power? Could it be that the old man is a rune master? I have only used a lot of runes engraved on rune paper before, and this is the first time I have seen the scene of the rune master floating in the air, facing the enemy in the air." ”

For this reason, Ye Haoran looked at it with a little interest.

However, after dozens of rounds, the old man in the robe looked pale, probably because of the sudden outbreak of injuries before, coupled with the white brush in his hand, the consumption of him was very huge, and there was obviously a phenomenon of exhaustion.

Seeing the three people's swords slashing again, he frowned slightly, and the brush in his hand quickly wrote three pale golden words "kill" around him, and instantly took the initiative to meet the three blood-colored swords.

"Bang bang bang" sounded three times, and the three blood-colored swords were instantly scattered, and the three killing words only dimmed slightly, and then continued to attack the three people head-on.

But perhaps because of the lack of rear strength, the light of the three killing words weakened rapidly, and it did not have the effect of killing the three people, but the three of them were only shot out a few meters away, but they were all unscathed.

But this blow, as if using all the strength of the old man, instantly made his face become like white paper, constantly panting, and the pale yellow robe on his body also recurred because of the old injury, and blood continued to gush out, as if it was going to be completely dyed red.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the old man looked at the three people around him vigilantly, and shouted in an extremely angry tone: "Three fellow Daoists, the old man has no grudge against you, if you are willing to let me go, I am willing to give you 10,000 lower-level spirit stones as compensation." ”

When the three middle-aged monks heard this, they all sneered. Then one of the middle-aged monks shouted playfully: "Yun Lao, it's not that our brothers don't give you face, it's just that this time you offended our gang leader, and the gang leader also let go, whoever can capture you alive and return to the gang will be rewarded with 100,000 lower-level spirit stones." If you know each other, take the initiative to hand over the beard pen in your hand, and we will bring you back to the gang without any harm!"

When the old man in the robe heard this, he looked at the brush in his hand, held it tightly in his hand, and said with a sneer: "This beard pen is the treasure of my family, since the old man stole this treasure back, even if he dies now, he will not let your Blood Desert Gang take it again!"

"The Blood Desert Gang?"

As soon as Ye Haoran heard these three words, his eyebrows instantly raised, and then he paid close attention to the battle situation, planning to save the old man in the robe at a critical moment.

As soon as he heard this, the middle-aged monk who spoke before narrowed his eyes and said, "Old Yun, don't toast and don't eat, eat and drink, the injuries on your body have erupted, if we attack again, you won't be able to hold on for long!"

Hearing this, the old man in the robe looked at his robe that was constantly dripping blood, and said with an expression of looking at death and returning: "Where is there so much nonsense, the old man is dying today, and he has to pull one of you on his back and watch the move!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden glow emitted by the beard pen in the hand of the old man in the robe suddenly changed to red, and then he frowned, and quickly carved a blood-colored "killing" word in front of him with this pen, and as soon as this word came out, a bloody breath instantly filled the space within a hundred meters of the surrounding area. Immediately afterwards, I saw that this word suddenly split apart, turning into twelve blood-colored long swords with a power comparable to the initial blow of Jindan, cutting through the sky, and instantly stabbing towards the middle-aged monk in front of him.

The middle-aged monk was startled at first, but then he sneered, and directly took out a piece of talisman paper with a blood-colored palm engraved on it from his arms, and quickly pressed it forward.

Immediately after that, the blood light on the rune paper flashed, and a huge blood palm ten meters high and six meters wide instantly appeared, instantly wrapping the twelve blood-colored long swords in it, and holding it tightly.

I only heard the twelve consecutive broken sounds of "Bang ......" sounded from the blood-colored fist, and the old man in the robe instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood, as if he had been counterattacked, making his face look even paler, and then he covered his chest and collapsed to the ground weakly.

Immediately after, the rune paper in front of the middle-aged monk turned into a mass of shreds and dissipated.

Then he and his two companions carried knives, walked in front of the old man together, sneered and said: "The helper has long known that you will have this move, although the brothers who found you before were all killed by you, but in our group of people, each team has a talisman given by the helper, so even if you have great ability, under the power of our helper's rune, you can only be captured!"

The old man in the Taoist robe who heard this sat on the ground like dead ashes, and then raised his hand and slapped it towards his heavenly spirit cover.

But the middle-aged monk's speed was even faster, his left hand instantly grabbed the palm of the old man in the robe, and his right hand raised the big knife, and suddenly stabbed towards the dantian qi sea in the old man's abdomen, wanting to destroy it, and when the old man had no power to fight back, they could capture him back alive safely.

However, at this critical moment, a purple sword appeared out of thin air, and the purple light flashed, instantly slashing through the arms and neck of the unsuspecting middle-aged monk...... 10