The guards of the Yulin Army have received a report that the child has been found, and they are told to stick to their posts. But Mo Ziye and the others did not act with the guards, they were all on their own, searching in their own way.

Feng Mu didn't find it, but he dug up many hidden enemies. Mo Ziye and Ba Dongling have already encountered the martial arts people who have infiltrated the palace from the rivers and lakes, and the remaining Ye Xiaozheng and Ding Yuanhao have naturally not been spared.

Ye Xiaozheng is okay, the martial arts of the three people he met are average, and he can only be regarded as ordinary masters of the Kongtong faction, and the "Seven Wounds Fist" of the three of them also lacks fire, and he naturally crashed into the ghost gate against the "Thousand Slaughter Blood Hand".

Ye Xiaozheng's temper was already hot, coupled with Feng Mu's disappearance, he had mixed feelings in his heart, but at this time, there were martial arts people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and he happened to kill.

Ye Xiaozheng, who was wearing highly toxic gloves, had a face-to-face with the three of them, and attacked first without asking the reason.

The three of them were shocked, watching him attack quickly, and avoided in a panic. Hearing a boom, Ye Xiaozheng condescendingly punched and smashed it on the stone slab. Suddenly, the stone chips flew and overflowed.

The Kongtong faction has been famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and naturally it is not in vain, and the three of them have already investigated the martial arts of the "Five Teeth of the Forbidden Palace", so they are also mentally prepared in the face of Ye Xiaozheng's fierce attack.

If so, they don't want to really confront him, knowing that their mission is only to spy on the news, and they have not arranged for them to fight for their lives at all. But now it's hard to ride a tiger, who called them unlucky, but at this time they bumped into a bad god, and it seems that they have only a fight against the water.

The three of them were back to back, taking care of each other, and they all wore their own fist gloves, carefully guarding Ye Xiaozheng, who could take their lives at any time.

On the other hand, Ye Xiaozheng, as soon as he missed, the anger in his heart calmed down a little, this is his characteristic, when fighting, he will gradually calm down, because only by restraining anger can he avoid flaws, grow and progress in constantly facing the enemy.

The three of them dodged his menacing blow, and Ye Xiaozheng smiled slightly, so it seems that the three of them still have the value of his shot. Looking at Ye Xiaozheng's strange smile, the three of them frowned, glanced at each other, and attacked at the same time.

Ye Xiao faced the person who grabbed the middle and smashed it with a punch, only to see that the iron sleeve on the opponent's fist was shattered, making a snapping sound, and the hand bones were already shattered, and the other two saw this, and attacked Ye Xiaozheng left and right, Ye Xiaozheng turned over in the air and made a double fist with a backhand.

I saw a hard fist smashed on the backs of the two people, and the spines of the two people made a crisp sound, breaking inch by inch, and then collapsed to the ground like soft mud, bleeding from seven holes, and killed on the spot. The only one left looked at Ye Xiaozheng's cold eyes, the autonomy was unmatched, and he was ruthless, biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Ye Xiaozheng glanced at the three corpses, and then continued to search, he was different from others, he didn't care about the intrigues and tricks in the palace, in his eyes, he only had the pinnacle of martial arts, and the pleasure of killing enemies.

Ding Yuanhao, who was in the other direction, held the Ling Xiao Sword in his left hand, staring coldly at the eight dark figures in front of him.

These eight men used scimitars, and they were extremely narrow and long, with barbs at the tip, twists and turns, and grooves, as if they were afraid that their opponent would not die fast enough, and they should be in a hurry to send him to Hades.

Ding Yuanhao looked at the silver glittering scimitar, and said lightly by the unclear moonlight: "'Northwest Greedy Wolf' Yang Zhou sat down and the eldest disciple's descendant 'Eight Ghosts' actually appeared in the inner courtyard of the palace?"

In the face of his sarcastic and sarcastic words, the eight people did not answer, since their identities have been recognized, they can only be broken and the jade is burned.

As dead soldiers, they are ready to die at any time, but every time they hold this awareness, they can defeat a strong enemy. They believe that they will never allow any of the actions they are involved in to leave a trace, which is why they have been reused over the years.

The rumors of the world only know that they are good at using scimitars, and the cooperation of the eight people is intimate and leaky, which can be described as a rare opponent. The martial arts masters killed by them, no one has seen their true faces, and those servants who have been lucky enough to see their figures, and they don't know what they look like under the mask.

The eight people came like a frenzy, and Ding Yuanhao did not move, and he was like a wood to be slaughtered. But five feet away from Ding Yuanhao's body, the eight people retreated together.

They have a quirk, that is, they do not kill the weak who have no power to resist, they stand out among the two hundred, and after strict selection, they become henchmen, and the blows they suffer, whether it is ** or the heart, are enough to make people crazy.

Two hundred people fought each other, and the last remaining eight people were eligible to survive, and this was only the beginning. An even more brutal test followed, their lives were full of blood and killing, and every time they faced an opponent who was as hideous as a demon, as calm as Ding Yuanhao, they couldn't satisfy their pleasure of torturing and killing their opponents at all.

"Draw your sword!" said one of them, in a hoarse voice, as if a slash had been made in the neck and cut off his vocal cords, as if it was difficult to pronounce both words.

Ding Yuanhao said lightly: "No, you are not worthy." ”

In the face of such arrogant humiliation, the eight were very calm, they had long been accustomed to fighting, and death was as simple as sleep for them.

"The eight ghosts will kill if you don't kill the neck, pull out your sword. ”

The other said impatiently, listening to Ding Yuanhao's ears, but there was no emotional fluctuation. His hand holding the sword relaxed a little, and then said flatly: "Since you are a ghost, you should go to the underworld, why do you linger in the human world?"

His words fell, and his whole body was already wrapped in Ling Ran's sword qi, and the eight people hurriedly swung their swords to resist in the face of the invisible sword qi that came from the impact.

Only the sound of hissing was heard, and the black clothes on the eight people were cracked to varying degrees, and some of them were a little slower to dodge, and the wounds on their bodies had been cut, and blood flowed out and soaked the clothes.

Ding Yuanhao's expression remained the same, but the eight people no longer waited for him to draw his sword, because the other party could do this step just by relying on sword qi, if they pulled out their sword, would they still have a chance to make a move?

Even if you die, you have to drag your opponent to hell, this is the way of survival that the eight ghosts believe in, wandering in the midst of killing, they have already distorted their minds, like people and not people, like ghosts and not ghosts.

Ding Yuanhao rushed towards the eight people, his feet moved, and he dodged into the attack range of the eight people. The eight people have strange postures, and every move is unexpected, attacking people's lives from tricky and treacherous angles, which is difficult to parry.

Ding Yuanhao was surrounded by it, dodging left and right, and seemed to have returned to the predicament of being besieged and hunted down when he destroyed the door. But his state of mind at the moment is no longer what it used to be, he can only hear the sound of hissing, Ding Yuanhao's clothes have been cut a few times, but there is no skin injury.

The corners of Ding Yuanhao's mouth hooked a slight arc, slowly closed his eyes, and then the sword intent around his body rippled out.

Everywhere they went, it was as if thousands of sharp swords swept across thousands of armies, and the figures of the eight people suddenly stopped. Ding Yuanhao stopped, opened his eyes, and walked away slowly.

The bodies of these eight people did not fall, but stood stiffly on the spot with an unexpected posture, like a stone pillar.