As the controller of the formation map, Sun Haotian knows every move in the formation space. When he saw the dead shadow guards being slaughtered one by one, his expression suddenly turned pale, and he condensed the power of the origin of the formation diagram, turning into a huge crimson sword qi, and shot quickly towards An and Beiqingchuan.

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Ann and Bei Qingchuan's mouths, and the black demon knife in his hand slammed away, splitting this sword qi and continuing to chase and kill the shadow guards who resisted together. In fact, without the harassment of the shadow guards, he would have been able to forcibly cut through the space with the demon knife and break the formation. But he's a man who wants to take revenge, and he wants to kill all these shadow guards first.

Suddenly, the red mist dissipated, the space was shattered, the villa was clear, and a roll of red array fell into Sun Haotian's hand, and the remaining dozen or so black-clothed shadow guards quickly retreated to his body. Since the formation was broken, he naturally wouldn't hold on any longer.

And the figures of An and Bei Qingchuan also appeared in the villa, and countless black evil spirits turned into black gas, quickly burrowing into the blade.

The figure of the Snow Maiden flashed and landed beside him, looking surprised: "Lord, what's wrong with your arm?"

"Little things!"

An and Bei Qingchuan held the knife with one arm, stared at Sun Haotian with their eyes, and said lightly: "If the head of the Sun family has no means, I will send you on the last ride." ”

Sun Haotian sneered: "A small country, I don't know how thick the sky is. My grandson's family has existed for thousands of years, how can you, a barbarian, peep into. Elder Jingxu, kill him for me. ”

At this time, there was a burst of transparent ripples next to Sun Haotian, and an old man in a red robe appeared out of thin air, as if he had been here for a long time. Sun Jingxu was Elder Jindan and the last defensive force here, but now he had to let him take action.

"It turns out that there is also an old man with Jindan, and my demon knife is already hungry and thirsty. A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Ann and Bei Qingchuan's mouths, and they said coldly. Although he broke an arm, he still had the confidence to deal with a Jindan early stage. He held the demon knife in his right arm and slashed it out. A black sword qi several zhang long slashed towards Sun Haotian.

Sun Jingxu's expression changed slightly, and as soon as he opened his mouth to spit out, a crimson crystal pill erupted, rising in the wind, and instantly turned into a crimson flying sword, crashing into the village demon sword. On cultivation, there is not much difference between the two, both are in the early stage of Jindan, and the two are deadlocked, and they compete for mana.

At this time, the Muramasa Demon Sword suddenly erupted with a black evil demonic qi, constantly corroding the Flying Sword from the Fire, making a sizzling sound, leaving a black spot on the body of the red sword.

The crimson flying sword ignited a stream of red fire, expelling the black spots and scorching the evil spirits inside the sword. Many evil spirits were burned by this fire, and they were wiped out.

The black demon knife suddenly released a large black mist, and a black demon spirit with a hideous face, like a minotaur, drilled out of the blade. The demon spirit roared, and opened its mouth to spit out a thick black mist, which immediately extinguished the red flames.

Sun Jingxu's expression changed drastically, and with a casual move, the flying sword fell into his palm, but the red aura dimmed a lot. This Fire Separation Sword Pill was a top-grade treasure weapon that he had given his life to cultivate, and this damage would take a lot of time to warm up with True Yuan. He knew that the demon spirit of this demon knife was powerful, so he no longer fought hard, but fought hard. As a Jindan monk who has refined the art of the sword, if he fights, no one can do anything in a short time.

After a while, An's and Bei Qingchuan's expressions changed slightly, the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it was for him, and he had to fight quickly. But at this time, the Snow Girl had already fought with Sun Haotian and more than a dozen shadow guards, and the two sides were also evenly matched, and the situation was at a stalemate for a while.

At this time, there were three rays of light that were hurrying towards the Sun family's villa. Suddenly, a black cloud in the sky blocked the way, and Wang Hui and the three had no choice but to stop and retreat, landing outside an abandoned warehouse.

At this time, a group of people walked out of the warehouse. This is a group of indifferent men in green clothes, each with the cultivation of the early stage of the Dao Foundation, there are twenty-four of them, and they are all holding cyan flying swords. Then, three more people walked out, among them were two old acquaintances, a green-robed Taoist priest holding a silver flying sword, and Lin Yansen holding a cyan flying sword.

What Wang Hui cared about the most was another gray-robed old man, this person had white hair and hair, but his face and skin were as white and red as a child, but his eyes were bright, and he was holding a long black banner in his hand. This black banner exudes an extremely evil aura, faintly emitting the shouts and screams of countless unjust souls, which contains the resentment of the endless people who have died in vain, not under the evil demon knife, it is a low-grade spirit treasure-level magic weapon.

"Wang Hui, today is your death. Lin Yansen said coldly. At this time, his heart was full of happiness, and he could finally take revenge fiercely. He was even scheming in his heart, how to humiliate Wang Hui later, and all kinds of evil thoughts came to his heart.

"Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you. Wang Hui said coldly, and a black bronze mirror appeared in his hand. Originally, he didn't want to do everything, but now he can't care about so much. At this time, he was so anxious, no matter who stood in front of him, he would kill him, not to mention the jumping clown in front of him.

"Young man, cultivation is not easy, if you leave now, it's too late, otherwise you will be the unjust soul under my Xuanyin Soul Banner, and you will never be able to be reborn. At this time, the gray-robed old man said. He didn't really have good intentions, but because he noticed that the black bronze mirror that quietly appeared in Wang Hui's hand was a spiritual treasure of not low quality. Once the magic weapon reaches the level of the spiritual treasure, even if the cultivation is insufficient, it can only exert two or three percent of the power, which is enough to kill the Jindan monk. It was a big threat and he didn't want to take the risk.

Wang Hui just said with a cold expression: "Ling'er, Wanrou, dispose of these minions." This old man is left to me to deal with. ”

"Brother, be careful, I will solve them and come to help you immediately. ”

Zhou Yinling hesitated for a moment, and stabbed at the green-robed Taoist priest with a bloody spear, this person's swordsmanship is very exquisite, it is a trouble, and it should be solved as soon as possible.

The blue-robed Taoist priest flew into the sky with a silver flying sword, away from the battlefield. Zhou Yinling stepped on the void and chased after him.

Tang Wanrou's figure flashed, and she slashed at Lin Yansen with a blood-colored dagger, the dagger grazed his neck, he didn't have time to react at all, only a layer of cyan wood spirit power blocked it, but it was still scratched a deep blood mark.

Lin Yansen clutched his bloody neck, and the power of the cyan wood spirit continued to condense his neck and repair the severed throat. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago. But he relied on the vitality of the power of the wood spirit, and he managed to survive and heal his throat.

And the twenty-four Tsing Yi dead soldiers immediately flew their swords at the moment when Lin Yansen was injured, and twenty-four cyan sword rainbows shot towards Tang Wanrou from all directions.

Tang Wanrou's body dispersed in an instant, the flying swords all missed, and the scattered pink smoke quickly penetrated into the mouth and nose of a dead man in Tsing Yi. A moment later, the eyes of the dead man in Tsing Yi suddenly turned blood-red, and a sword pierced the heart of a dead man in Tsing Yi next to him.

The other dead soldiers sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly twenty-two cyan flying swords flew out in an instant, piercing through his body, leaving blood holes one after another, and the blood flowed like a leaky sieve. Almost at the same time, a puff of pink smoke burst out of his body, and the dead man in Tsing Yi, who had just regained consciousness, fell under the sword of these companions with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Tang Wanrou condensed her figure and killed these dead soldiers in Tsing Yi again.

But the gray-robed old man just stared at Wang Hui, motionless, not caring at all that these elite dead soldiers of the family were slaughtered by Tang Wanrou. In his heart, except for his own life, including the head of the family, the lives of others are not worth mentioning. This is the true mentality of a Jindan monk, swallowing a golden pill in the stomach, my life is up to me. Zhou Yinling and Tang Wanrou, two monks with perfect Dao foundations, were not worth mentioning to him. As long as you can take down Wang Hui and seize this spiritual treasure, everything is worth it. He's always looking for the best time to make a shot. This timing is the moment when Wang Hui makes a move.

And Wang Hui has been staring at the gray-robed old man, and he also understands that whoever moves first will have a flaw. As long as he seizes the opportunity, uses the ghost mirror to fix the other party, and pulls him into the small netherworld, he can only let Xiao Hei slaughter if he cultivates Jindan. However, there is a difficulty in this, which is the spirit of the magic weapon. If it takes the initiative to protect it, Wang Hui will fall short and can only be killed. Therefore, he also secretly communicated with Xiao Hei, the instrument spirit of the ghost mirror, and promised all kinds of benefits.

The gray-robed old man waited for a long time, only to see that those dead soldiers in Tsing Yi were almost killed by Tang Wanrou, and finally couldn't hold it back. The black banner in his hand overflowed with a large area of black Xuanyin demonic energy, and the distorted souls in the demonic qi struggled and rose and fell in the demonic qi. The black Xuanyin demonic qi spread rapidly, and in a few breaths, it enveloped all the tens of meters in a radius, surrounding Wang Hui from all directions, and quickly invaded.

With such an earth-shattering momentum, Tang Wanrou was frightened and landed beside Wang Hui.

Wang Hui's expression changed drastically, and the true yuan mana continued to pour into the ghost mirror, and a huge whirlpool appeared on the mirror body, and all the Xuanyin demonic qi close to his body would be swallowed by the whirlpool.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, Zhou Yinling in the air had already transformed, her smart eyes turned blood-colored, her red lips opened slightly, revealing two sharp silver teeth, her expression was full of bloodthirsty desire to kill, her long red hair fluttered in the wind, and her hands grew sharp silver nails, and she was alive with the image of a vampire female goblin.

The more the green-robed Taoist priest fought, the more frightened he became, and the strength and speed of the girl's transformation nearly doubled. Although he put away even the bloody spear, he still fell into the disadvantage, and his figure stagnated slightly, and five deep blood marks were scraped by the nails of one hand, and at the same time, a stream of Yin True Yuan invaded his internal organs. If Wang Hui saw it, he would find that there were traces of the Nine Shadows Cold Spirit Claw in this move.

Although the green-robed Taoist priest tried his best to suppress it, it still affected his speed and he couldn't dodge.

Zhou Yinling seized the opportunity, his figure flashed, and he bit the neck of the green-robed Taoist priest.

The green-robed Taoist priest suddenly looked frightened, because the essence and blood vitality in his body overflowed uncontrollably and rapidly. He struggled, but his body seemed to be paralyzed by some toxin, and he couldn't move. A moment later, a dried corpse fell to the ground, and Zhou Yinling's figure flew towards Wang Hui at great speed.