Outside Bozhou City, the red sun was hanging in the west, and under the illumination of the blood-red sun, Yang Xian finally saw clearly the appearance of the blood-clothed man he was chasing all the way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a young man with a pale face, dressed in blood-colored clothes, with a finger-length white bone flute hanging from his chest, and a long and flat silver bottle hanging from his waist, which was faintly lit by his eyes.

This man had a long and narrow face, and his chin was high and protruding, as if he could plow the ground with his chin when he was pressed to the ground, and his appearance was extremely ugly.

But compared to his appearance, the most striking thing is the pair of blood-colored eyes under his two white eyebrows.

When these eyes looked at Yang Xian, they revealed extremely cruel and cunning bloody emotions, which were expressions that the most cruel and cunning beasts had never had.

"I didn't expect to meet a grandmaster-level master like Your Excellency in this Baohua Prefecture!"

The man in red grinned lightly, "Amazing! Today, the 50,000 puppet corpses outside Bozhou City can't stop you alone, which is very unexpected for me." ”

When he grinned, Yang Xian could clearly see that the teeth in this person's mouth were very different from normal humans, and they were like beasts, with fangs, sharp and sharp teeth with barbs, like a blood-red humanoid poisonous snake.

"Who are you?"

Yang Xian looked at the blood-clothed man on the opposite side whose appearance was distorted to the extreme, "What is the purpose of driving the living corpses to attack the city?"

The blood-clothed man laughed and said, "What purpose?"

With a flick of his hand, he pulled out a human-headed skull stick from his sleeve, and his eyes flashed with blood, "My purpose is to kill!

Thick yellow smoke began to emerge from the skull at the front of the skull in his hand, "As long as there are more dead people, the emperor will like it more, hehe......"

"Emperor?"

Yang Xian's body flashed, and he was already approaching the blood-clothed man, and his fingers rose together, pointing at the blood-clothed man's chest, "Who is the emperor?"

"Bang!"

The skull stick in the blood-clothed man's hand shook suddenly, blocking the sword qi shot by Yang Xian's two fingers, "Emperor, that's an existence that your humble life can't understand......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the skull stick in his hand suddenly trembled, snapped in two, and the yellow smoke exploded with a thud, enveloping him personally.

The blood-clothed man let out a muffled snort, and his body retreated rapidly, and in the process of his retreat, the clothes on his body made a subtle "snort" sound, which was rapidly melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his red hair was also emitting a trace of smoke, which instantly melted a layer, like being burned by fire.

"What a poison gas!"

Seeing this, Yang Xian's eyebrows raised, and he reached out to grasp the front void, grabbing the large cloud of yellow smoke that exploded in front of him, and suddenly pressed towards the center, already compressing the yellow mist in the sky into a small yellow pill.

The blood-clothed man quickly retreated, holding the broken skull stick in his hand and laughing strangely, "Okay, good, good skill, even ordinary half-step sects can't break my bone stick, what kind of sword qi are you......?"

Yang Xian didn't answer, stepped forward, and pushed forward with both palms, "I'll tell you when I catch you!"

The blood-clothed man laughed wildly, "It's up to you!"

His body suddenly flew out sideways, flashing more than ten feet away in an instant, "Boy, do you really think you can catch me?"

Yang Xian smiled: "Then try it!"

The blood-clothed body shook, and the clothes outside were instantly shattered into pieces of flying flotsam, filling up the internal strength, and flying towards Yang Xian quickly.

At the same time, the long red hair of the man in red stood on end, and at the same time it broke off from the middle, and shot at Yang Xian along with the rags.

"Good skills!"

Yang Xian slapped his palm forward like the wind, "With such skills, why did you have to run away just now?"

"Puff Puff"

After a series of soft sounds, wisps of green smoke flashed in midair, and all the broken hairs that shot at Yang Xian were turned into ashes by him in the air.

Yang Xian's footsteps didn't stop, his body flew into the air, and the people took steps one after another in mid-air, pinching the seal with one hand and slamming it against the blood-clothed man in front of him, "Fellow Daoist, take me a seal!"

"Eight steps into the sky!"

Seeing Yang Xian walking in the air as if he was on the ground, the blood-clothed man's face changed greatly, "Damn, are you a Confucian disciple?"

There was a look of horror on his face, "I said how to restrain me everywhere, it turned out to be a Confucian disciple!"

His body stagnated slightly, and then he fled forward desperately like a burning buttocks, "Isn't there no one in the traditional Confucian sect anymore, where did you come from?"

His body is strange and eerie, like a ghost, forming a faint blood-colored trace in the setting sun, but the speed is extremely fast.

Yang Xian let out a long laugh, "Between heaven and earth, the mighty spirit lasts forever, as long as I am immortal, my Confucian righteousness will not perish!"

His body flashed, and he chased forward like a thunderbolt, "As long as you are still in the outer path of demons, there will be Confucian disciples to subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

The two of them were like two bolts of lightning, disappearing and appearing on the ground at dusk, accompanied by bursts of sky-breaking sounds, and in just a moment, they had already circled around Bozhou City.

"Why don't you just leave, but circle around Bozhou City?"

"Duh!"

"Duh!"

"Duh!"

Yang Xian's eyes were shining, and several soft drinks came out of his mouth one after another, "Stop!"

The blood-clothed man sneered: "You can't catch up with me two of us, and I can't leave you behind, at most it's a draw, why do you leave me ......"

"Whew!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air, and the two skull sticks in the blood-clothed man's hands shook suddenly, breaking free from the blood-clothed man's hands and pointing at his ribs at the same time.

This time he turned into an elbow and armpit, and before the blood-clothed man could react, two bone rods had already poked his soft underbelly.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Two incomparable sword qi poured out from the two bone rods, straight into the blood-clothed man's body, and then exploded inside him.

The blood-clothed body suddenly stopped, and thin blood lines shot out from the tens of thousands of pores on his body at the same time, and in an instant, the only remaining clothes on his body became full of holes, like a sieve.

"When this little dog cut off my bone rod with sword qi just now, he actually left two sword qi in the bone rod, how did he do it?

The blood-clothed man was furious, he boasted that he had seen a hundred exercises, but it was the first time he had seen a method like Yang Xian's internal strength.

The two sword qi in the two bone rods collided in his body, almost destroying all the organs in his body, forcing all the blood in his body out of the pores in an instant, that is, all the internal organs were crushed into juice by these two sword qi, and they were discharged from the pores along with the blood.

In an instant, his body had shrunk by more than half, like a wrung out garment, and instantly became a skinny, bone-covered corpse.

"Good means!"

"Good means!"

The blood-clothed body shook, and Yang Tian fell, "Confucianism, it's really good!"