At the same time as Wu Nian looked back, Wu Xian's eyes that had just closed suddenly widened, and two cold lights shot out from his bottomless pupils, and there was a soft sound, ?a? ? n?en? ??? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ `ｏ?ｒ?ｇ?

Before the sword arrived, the killing intent arrived first, although Ishikawa had already retreated backwards to a hundred steps away for the first time, he still felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his body was stiff and did not obey the call, and even his mind was frozen, and he could only watch the silver streamer grow bigger and bigger in front of him, until it occupied the entire field of vision.

Just when Ishikawa thought that his life was coming to an end, a majestic momentum suddenly rushed out of his body, and his body was out of control, twisting his body, drawing his knife, and slashing down.

The tip of the knife was like a beating black flame, one moment it was still behind Ishikawa, and the next moment it was already in front of him, and the process in the middle seemed to ignore the limitations of time and space, leaving no trace.

The silver streamer froze three feet in front of Ishikawa, and directly in front of it was a sharp blade that seemed to suddenly flash out of nothingness.

Ishikawa closed his eyes tightly, and in the covered eyes, in addition to the two black flames burning happily, there were also two gray mist that appeared and disappeared from time to time, the black flame and the water mist seemed to be in different worlds, although one fire and one water stood side by side without interference, and even produced a faint cooperation and tacit understanding.

Although he couldn't see anything, Ishikawa seemed to be able to accurately predict all the changes in the Immortal Flying Sword, and always put the long knife in the corresponding position one step in advance, waiting for the flying sword to collide from different angles and directions, and most of the time he met the middle of the flying sword with the sharpest point of the blade, just avoiding the tip of the sword and the blades on both sides.

The crisp sound of sword clashing was continuous, and in less than three breaths, Ishikawa's sword and the immortal sword had collided more than five hundred times.

With a soft sigh, Wuxian hooked his right hand back, and the silver streamer retreated, returning to the appearance of a three-foot short sword in mid-air, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Ishikawa's throat and chest and trembled slightly.

"I didn't expect to look away, I was followed by a demon monk for so long without discovering the clues, and the attacks that were differentiated by my sword light didn't hurt you a bit. Mournless sighed, and his words were full of self-reproach.

"If it weren't for the use of the Yuan Spirit Mirror, I wouldn't have been able to find out what was wrong with this person, he shouldn't be a real demon monk, but a Terran monk who was eroded by demon qi. Wu Nian stepped forward, stood side by side with Wu Xian, looked at Ishikawa and said.

Just when the two were communicating, Wuyan and Wugong's figures flashed one after another, and they had already cut off Ishikawa's retreat from the side and back.

"The mutation in the monk's cave mansion here may be related to the demon cultivator behind him, junior brother, pay attention when you make a move, don't take his life, I need to live." Wu Nian pinched the magic trick with one hand, and with the other hand, he had already taken the Yuan Ling Mirror out of his sleeve, and the rippling mirror surface was aimed straight at Ishikawa, which was dozens of zhang away.

Ishikawa seemed to be unaware of this, his head half-bowed, the long knife in his hand pointed diagonally into the air, and a piercing sound came from his mouth like an angry beast.

Coincidentally, the four Dao Soldiers of the Xuanhuang Secret Realm moved.

The Secret Realm Dao Soldier is an existence similar to a dead soldier or a battle array monk cultivated for the purpose of killing, and does not seek longevity with heaven and earth, but pursues the greatest lethality, so it shows a strong power as soon as it makes a move.

In addition, the four of them were used to cooperating before, so it was much more powerful to join hands than to shoot alone.

The Yuan Spirit Mirror in Wunian's palm shot a golden light at Ishikawa, and the flying sword that was immortal in mid-air suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had already reached Ishikawa's back, stabbing towards his back, Wuyan put his hands together, and when he separated, he each pulled out a fire dragon, roaring and rushing to Ishikawa's side, and Wugong on the other side waved a spell, and the solid ground under Ishikawa's feet suddenly became soft, and then several large hands composed of mud and stones broke through the ground and grabbed Ishikawa's legs.

The golden light, the flying sword, the fire dragon, and the big hand hit Ishikawa's body almost at the same time.

But something surprising to the four of them happened in front of their eyes, all of their attacks did not hit the ground, and Ishikawa's body disappeared in place like a phantom.

"Well, Wuyan be careful!" An alarm flashed in Wunian's heart, and he immediately alerted Wuyan to the danger by means of spiritual transmission.

Almost along with the Thoughtless Spiritual Consciousness Transmission, there was also the flying sword that Immortal shot at in a hurry.

Wu Yan could no longer hear Wu Nian's anxious voice, and before the fire dragon he slapped with his hands had dispersed, he saw a pair of eyes that rapidly expanded until they occupied the entire field of vision under the reflection of the firelight.

It was a pair of long and narrow eyes that were misty and misty, not like human beings, and the two erected pupils emitted a faint blue light, and the powerful attraction made Wuyan and other monks with firm Dao hearts couldn't help but be in a trance, unable to help themselves.

"Go, go, go where you need to go......" The breathtaking magic sound grew louder and louder, until it continued to echo like thunder in the sea of Wuyan Consciousness.

"Go where I need to go, yes, I'm going there. A strange smile appeared on Wuyan's face, and suddenly turned into a ball of fire and flew away into the distance.

As soon as Wuyan left the place, the flying sword that shot out had already pierced Ishikawa's body that had just emerged from the void.

"That's not right!" Wu Xian's face turned cold, forcibly cut off the connection with his flying sword, and the right hand of the sword finger bounced and flicked, and among the blood splashes, a Yin Hong's unsheathed short sword suddenly appeared in front of Wu Gong on the other side.

The Immortal Sword Finger moved again, and Yin Hong's short sword spread out silently, and thousands of fine red silk threads instantly formed a dense net, enveloping every space around Wugong's body.

Ishikawa's body appeared in the sword net, and the blue mist around him was filled, making a piercing sound under the cutting of the sword net.

Shocked, Wu Gong instinctively began to use the most powerful Dao method he could, but at the last moment before the magic was completed, he found that he was no longer where he was, surrounded by dreamy and beautiful blue starlight, and in the blue starlight, a pair of narrow eyes grew brighter and brighter, until the light of the entire blue starry sky was obscured.

Ishikawa's face was expressionless, his cold eyes swept over the thoughtlessness and innocence dozens of zhang away, the two of them shivered at the same time as if they were being stared at by an ancient giant beast, Ishikawa retracted his gaze, a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out and grabbed the blood-colored sword net, and pointed outward.

With a stabbing sound, the sword net woven by the blood of the Immortal was torn in half, and Ishikawa's whole person turned into a stream of blue water, enveloping the sluggish Wugong and fleeing into the distance.