Ling Feiyan, Duan Xuelu, Du Kefeng and the others all changed their expressions greatly, gritted their teeth, and jumped down directly, this last cliff was more than ten zhang high, but they couldn't care about it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing this, Tang Tian, Ren Qianxiong, Shen Ran and others threw the rattan and immediately jumped down.

As soon as Du Kefeng's feet hit the ground, he immediately bent his knees and rolled forward to relieve the strong impact, leaned forward, turned back to the cliff and shouted: "Everyone speed up, the magic circle cannot be sealed when it is fully operational, once the demons from outside the territory invade, all of us will not survive, think of your parents, wives and children!"

The righteous people have always believed in the Ethereal Pavilion and don't know the grass hall, but at this time, they dare not doubt it, and they shout one after another, "Hurry, hurry, hurry!" and "Hurry up!" Some people scolded the Demon Gate, and some people said: "What's the use of scolding now! Hurry down and kill all the demon cubs!"

Xiyun landed, squatted down on both knees, "boom!" A muffled sound, the violent momentum made each foot step out of a dirt pit, just like that, he had cushioned over, his knees exerted force again, his toes kicked, and flew away from the ground. The strong physical function made Tang Tian, Ren Qianxiong and the others look strange again and again, and the speed surpassed everyone else, so they went first.

"Kill~!" Suddenly the sound of killing in the forest in front of him shook the sky, and a group of people rushed out, and the leaders were Jia Qianjiang and Tie Rui.

The two of them had led the crowd to wait in front of the mountains and forests, and their impassioned feelings were rushing into their hearts, but they did not know that after waiting for a long time, they did not see anyone, and they did not even hear the slightest sound, they looked at each other, puzzled, and immediately sent people to investigate, and found that the enemy had opened up another diameter, penetrated straight into the bushes, and fell straight down from the cliff, and could not help but be shocked and hateful, and the momentum declined again, and the three cursed endlessly, gritting their teeth and turning to chase after them.

They were far ahead of Xiyun and the others, but they were finally able to intercept here, without a moment of rest, and as soon as they saw someone landing, they immediately killed.

The forest here is much denser than on the mountain, Xiyun and the others didn't notice it in advance, and they collided head-on, quite caught off guard, but fortunately, several people were masters and reacted quickly.

Jia Qianjiang lost a left palm in Dagu Mountain, hating Xiyun, Ling Feiyan, and Du Kefeng, and his body shot out, and a sword pierced Xiyun's chest.

When he was in the Dagu Mountain that day, Xiyun could not stabilize Jia Qianjiang's head, but now he has made further progress, in his eyes, Jia Qianjiang is no longer afraid, and he knows that time is pressing, so he does not dodge or dodge, and rushes up.

Jia Qianjiang's sword originally only used sixty percent of his strength, in case Xiyun dodged, he could immediately change his move to kill him, seeing him rushing straight forward, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry, a low shout, the true qi surged, and in an instant, the sword was cold, and the scream rushed out.

Xiyun rushed with a punch, the essence in his eyes flashed, and the dark golden light on his fist flowed, facing the tip of the sword.

Jia Qianjiang said secretly: "Stinky monk, dare to underestimate me! No matter how hard your fists are, unless you have been promoted to the grandmaster level, how can you resist my sword qi with a soft fist!"

Seeing that the fist and sword were about to fight, Xiyun snorted lowly, and the power of the arrow on the string suddenly loosened slightly, and with a twist of his wrist, he instantly missed the tip of the sword, and the back of his fist slammed into the sword.

Jia Qianjiang's face changed greatly, the point of attack was the tip of the sword, eighty percent of his strength was condensed on the tip of the sword, who knew that Xiyun could still change his moves at this moment, only to feel that a heavy force came from the sword body, hit the palm of his hand, and struck straight to the shoulder, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and snorting, his arm shook, and he yelled in his heart: "Look for death!" The sword qi was forced out.

Xiyun had already expected it, the power of the fist was released, and the shoulder immediately sank down, the left foot went first, the right foot stepped on a small broken step, moved sideways, and almost dodged the sword.

Jia Qianjiang was shocked, he dodged the long sword and punched him, and the momentum could not be retracted in the shock, and Xiyun's right hand was unpredictable, and he actually poked his halberd finger at his throat, the strength was sufficient, and he was still a foot apart, and the strong wind had already made his throat hurt, and he screamed violently at the moment, his center of gravity sank with all his strength, his waist fell back, and his upper body leaned back sharply.

"Okay!" Xi Yun praised, it was not easy for this old man to stop and lean back in such a situation, but the muscles of his legs would be damaged because of this.

Jia Qianjiang only said that he was safe, and suddenly his shoulder hurt. With a "click", the shoulder bone was almost broken, but it was Xiyun who missed a finger, and then changed his move, and the edge of his palm hit down and slashed on his shoulder.

Jia Qianjiang's center of gravity had been seriously deviated, and when he received this blow again, he immediately fell, but it was also this fall that made him really save his life from Xiyun's hands.

Xiyun didn't want to stop, he thought that if he could still stand, he would overtake him, and he could hit him in the back of the head with a backhand, killing him, but when he fell, he stopped, stepped on his foot, and walked away.

Jia Qianjiang fell to the ground, wheezing and wheezing, his face was full of disbelief, this monk is young, and his skills are extremely profound, how can he change his tricks and change his moves so easily? And the strength is so heavy and heavy, as if there is no end, this is probably beyond the realm of the master craftsman.

No matter how powerful a master is, unless it is a false move, it is not easy to change his move temporarily, and it is not easy to change it once, and it means that the person's control of power has reached an extremely profound and subtle realm, and it can be changed again - it is simply impossible, even if there is an idea of changing the move in his mind, the body will definitely not be able to break through the limit of function.

However, after Xiyun practiced the "Quenching Technique", the demon body was further developed, and the control of the body can be described as freewheeling, and the functions of the body completely surpassed the human body, even the grandmaster master was far from being able to reach it, with the terrifying ability of this body, Xiyun believed that absolutely no one in the sect craftsman level could defeat him, even against the grandmaster, he could hold on for a long time, until the demon body could not bear it, after all, the grandmaster's realm was superb and subtle, and he could skillfully use the power of heaven and earth, that was endless, and the master of the sect craftsman level would never be able to catch up.

Ling Feiyan and Duan Xuelu's two swords merged, killing two people in a row in an instant, showing their figures, and following Xiyun, Du Kefeng, Tang Tian and the others reacted extremely quickly, "Ding Ding Bell" and the enemy exchanged hands.

Xiyun slapped a casserole-sized fist with a wave of his palm, suddenly paused under his feet, stopped, opened his mouth in despair, and even had a bit of despair in his eyes, and even ignored the other oncoming fist on the left.

Seeing that Xiyun was about to break his head with a punch, suddenly a terrible scream sounded, a severed hand flew into the sky, and the snow-white figure of the dragon girl came to Xiyun's side like lightning, and the dragon tooth spear was changed to his left hand, and he slashed outward, and the person with the broken arm was completely unable to dodge, and his head was in a different place.

The dragon girl looked at Xiyun worriedly, and she didn't know why he suddenly stood stupidly waiting to be beaten.

Xiyun came back to her senses, looked at her beautiful face as cold as the moon, and muttered, "It's too late." (To be continued.) )