"I can only use this magic power to delay time"

In just such a moment, Yan Le's mind calculated many times, looking at the fanatical-looking monks who rushed to the range of ten zhang, and silently recited in his heart: "Imperial Heavy Technique"

After speaking, those dozens of monks were lying on the ground as if they had tripped over something, and the people who watched were a little snarling, only they knew that the sudden weight on their bodies was almost shattered when they directly pressed their bones, relying on their own cultivation, and hurriedly resolved the pain of falling on the ground, but the weight on the body could not be eliminated.

Almost at the same time, Yan Le hurriedly raised his sword and continued to run behind him, his nose and the corners of his mouth that had just been wiped quickly, slowly overflowing blood, after all, controlling so many people at one time, the consumption of him was huge, it was simply self-abuse, that kind of backlash, like the pain of a wound on his shoulder, constantly roaming Yan Le's whole body, testing his endurance.

"Made, and this hand, chase, release the qi wall on himself, so that he can resist his magic power in gravity!"

The proud young man who straightened up his waist scolded loudly, if he hadn't been prepared, he would definitely be like those people lying on the ground, unable to move, fortunately, the heaviness was just a breath for the monks of the same level, but the feeling of stuffiness in his heart as if he had been hit by a huge blow to his chest still made the proud young man a little annoyed.

At this moment, the long-bearded old man next to the proud young man stood up and stared coldly at the back of the fleeing man, and suddenly an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and almost instantly, two black pillars of light the size of pupils shot out from the old man's eyes and rushed straight towards him at an extremely fast speed.

When this round pillar of light appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to become a little hot, the old man hurriedly closed his eyes, and took out a jade bottle from the storage bag.

The old man didn't think about it, picked up two leaves from the ground, and then poured out a drop of the dew from the jade bottle on the leaves, and then pasted them on his eyes, which slowly eliminated the hot and sour feeling in the old man's eyes.

As soon as he wiped away the blood that was spilling from his mouth and nose, he felt that there were two strands behind him, and he felt the stinging sensation that he had before hitting him, and in a hurry, Yan Le hit him with a sword qi.

Almost instantly, that sword qi actually pierced through the two black pillars of light.

Yan Le scolded secretly, he didn't have time to think about it, he held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, and lifted it up vigorously, and just after doing all this, the two black pillars of light also instantly hit the sword body.

A kind of bell like a heavy bell, at this moment, came from the sword body, Yan Le was also pushed back several steps by this huge momentum, before he stopped his body, and the coffin giant sword was not damaged at all, and the many monks who rushed to see it were even hotter.

"Hmph, how long can I still hold on, kill the god Yan Le"

The female cultivator of the Ethereal Sect looked resentful, and when she said the four words of killing God Yan Le, she couldn't help but increase her tone, and the cold voice of gritting her teeth made even the long-bearded old man and the proud young man look sideways.

Just as the nun finished speaking, a small and exquisite white stele appeared in her hand, and then with a wave of her hand, the stele was thrown over, and when it was still some distance away from Yan Le, it suddenly exploded, turning into a simple symbol, and quickly floated in the sky.

Almost as soon as the symbol was pasted on all sides of Yan Le, a circular formation suddenly rose, and a layer of corrugated light curtain instantly enveloped a radius of ten zhang, and even this Yan Le was also covered by the light curtain.

Yan Le's expression was shocked, and his body was immediately imprisoned when the light curtain appeared, unable to struggle, let alone move, and the proud young man who saw this scene laughed.

"This kind of imprisoning magic weapon of Yan Daoyou is really powerful, I'm afraid it will also be the best of the day after tomorrow, right?"

Hearing this, the Ethereal Sect monk snorted coldly and didn't speak, how could there be a flattering smile on his face before, relaxed, and some were only hateful, you must know that Yan Le had just destroyed the red leather rope, but her master spent a lot of money to invite a few monks who cultivated to be ordinary, and killed a seventh-order shadow snake beast, and the rope made of that body bone was as important as her life for her master, if she boasted about Haikou in front of her master, how could she get this thing.

"You deserve it, I see how you go back and explain, I heard that the misty sect punished the torture of the disciples, but it is very much, haha"

The proud young man sneered in his heart, but his expression was still calm, but he was fascinated by those eyes, which made this person look more evil.

Yan Le gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to break free, even if it was like this, it was only a few steps to move, which was simply ridiculous for a monk who could run thousands of meters away within a few breaths.

Secretly scolding, looking at the monks who walked towards him between talking and laughing, Yan Le's expression was tense, and he didn't know where he got the strength, he suddenly lifted the coffin giant sword, injected half of the spiritual power in his body, and inserted it on the ground with all his might.

"Knock"

Two huge sword qi five meters high rushed out from the crack between the tip of the sword, one towards the group of monks who rushed over, and the other wanted to go in the opposite direction, and the crescent-like sword qi, as if it was being held by an unknown underground monster, cut the ground, almost when it touched the light curtain that shrouded Yan Le, like mowing grass, slashing through it.

As the light curtain shattered into specks of light, the imprisoning power on Yan Le's body also disappeared with the specks at this moment.

There was a loud "boom", the huge sword qi and the chasing monk collided together, making a deafening loud sound, and the shock wave of the explosion rushed in all directions, endlessly, where it passed, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the devastation was full, and the sword qi on the other side, after the impact for several miles, could be stopped, like ice cubes put in a hot pot, slowly dissipated, slowly became smaller, and then disappeared, leaving only a huge sword mark one foot deep and two inches wide.

Yan Le took a big breath, retracted his gaze to look at the fire, swept around, hurriedly ate a few Hui Qi Pills, and then ran quickly in the direction of the north.

Just as Yan Le had just left, there were bursts of coughing, scolding, and reprimands, filling the place.

"Bang" The proud young man looked angry, and punched the big tree that had broken from it, and the big tree that had just been cut off by the shock wave, leaving only the taproot, also turned into wood slag.

"Made, let that kid run away, tell me, who can tell me what grade of weapon he has in his hand!"

Looking at the pit that was already thirty zhang in circumference and had collapsed an inch, his proud youthful face was flushed, and his whole body trembled, and at this moment, there was an exclamation that made people's scalp tingle.

"Return me, Zhenling Stone, Shadow Rope Magic Weapon....The Heavenly Wolf Sect Killing God Yan Le, I will never die with you"

The terrifying look of gritting silver teeth and raising his head and yelling, the proud young man who looked at it was also a little afraid to look directly, if it was him, he would also be angry, he thought that he could catch the other party and get the treasures on the other party, who knew that the person could still escape under the pursuit of so many people, this is simply incredible, not only that, but the female cultivator of the ethereal door not only did not get anything, but was damaged two extremely precious magic weapons.

Thinking of this, the young man stopped thinking in his heart, turned his head to look at the unrecognizable scene, and the more than twenty monks who came this time, under the attack of Yan Le's sword qi, only seven or eight people survived, the three or four disciples of the Xiao family, and the disciples of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, were almost dead, and even the Ethereal Sect and Xuanxiao Sect also died several disciples.

"What should I do? I heard you say that there is a treasure here, so I will bring my junior brothers and sisters here, and now so many people have died, but it is not what you told me, if you don't give me an explanation, even if I fight for this old life, I will have to gnaw off the flesh on your body."

Looking at the long-bearded old man, he hugged the shoulder of the proud young man with excitement and kept yelling loudly.

The proud young man looked at the other party with a gloomy face, and suddenly stretched out a kick and kicked directly at the old man's chest, and at the same time blocked the old man from grabbing his shoulders with both hands, although there was no force on his feet, but he also kicked away the long-bearded old man.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the greed in your heart, how would you come over, now we are not the time to quarrel, so long time has passed, then Yan Le has already run far away, don't say that you are, I am also very angry, but you have also seen the treasure on his body, it is definitely an innate magic weapon, the grade must be very high, otherwise the power will not be so huge"

Speaking of this, he motioned to the long-bearded old man to look at the ethereal monk who was kneeling on the ground with a sad face, and continued: "The strength of the killing god Yan Le is not as rumored, just a monk who has just entered the late stage of foundation building, but the foundation building period, the time is still long, we don't have to worry, as long as he goes to the central area, he will meet one day, but before that, we must disperse and disappear, saying that this person has innate magic weapons and all kinds of immortal cultivation materials."

"Why, in that case, when will it be our turn to treasure the treasure?" the long-bearded old man was a little puzzled by what the young man meant.

"Treasures can only be taken by fate, there are more than 20 of us, how many are still alive now? As long as we spread this news and kill someone with a knife, there will be more and more people who will kill Yan Le at that time, and we will be able to fish in troubled waters."

The proud young man said this, and glanced at the long-bearded old man, and then the two laughed a few times, but the inexplicable light flashed in their eyes, which made the two understand in their hearts that the other party would not be so easy to fool.