The whole ravine was trembling, gushing sharp energy like golden magma, and large pieces of golden gravel were peeling off the two walls of the ravine, and as soon as it broke away, it exploded into small fragments, and there was no chance to fall, so it was scattered into the sharp energy and gushed out together.

"Whoosh......"

Like a fierce beast that has been suppressed for thousands of years is roaring!

Unexpectedly, Yang Qing retreated to the deepest part of the ravine, and the place was quite calm, and the rare sharp qi was condensed, and at this time it was moved wildly, the sharp edges and corners were shaken away, and the 'whoosh' was sucked into the gushing above, and the qi accelerated and condensed, as if it was subjected to great gravity, rushing upward!

"I'm going to hang you guys!"

Yang Qing maliciously hoped in his heart that the golden top alone would not be able to resist such a ferocious energy, and if there were no other means in advance, the only ones who could enter the ravine alive might be Lao Shu and the other two monks in the late stage of the Soul Fixation.

"Squeak!"

A harsh grinding sound!

The golden spinning top was rapidly shrinking under the sharp energy of the surge, and the speed of its fall was severely limited during the extreme rotation.

It's like a boat in the raging waves that is about to shatter at any moment!

Sure enough, after a while, there was a cracking sound, and a crack appeared in the golden top, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into pieces and debris.

The eight people of Lao Shu wrapped in the fiery red enchantment appeared, and the faces of the eight people all had a dark or faint color of panic and anger.

"Squeak!"

The defensive barrier supported by the high-level defense talisman was even more insistent in the gushing sharp energy.

"Poof!". One layer shattered, and then the other was propped up again.

The eight of them are trying their best to press their bodies down, trying to get out of the surging energy as soon as possible!

"Brute, Ben Xiu and you will never die!"

"Despicable brute!"

"Brute, I'm going to slaughter you with my own hands!"

"Look for death! brute!"

......

The defensive barrier that was propped up was broken and then propped up, and the eight people within the barrier urged the high-level defense talisman in turn, shouting angrily!

After a while, he abolished the four animal skin talismans, imprisoned a roll of pulp, and brought eight people to the ground!

Then. The gushing energy in the gully has a tendency to weaken.

"Brute. Ben Xiu has slaughtered you!"

After landing, the eight of them rushed again to prevent being swept up by the frenzied sharpness, and waited for the prisoner to be removed. Lao Shu shouted angrily. Summons a long sword. Grab it in your hand, and shake it off to be a sword light!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

As soon as Lao Shu moved, the other seven followed suit. Swing the sword light while running fast, and you can't attack with a weapon in the Golden Punishment Land, but you can still use the sword light to attack in the air!

Suddenly, eight sword lights of various colors crossed a distance of dozens of zhang in the blink of an eye, blocking Yang Qing's dodging path in all directions!

"Groaning ......"

Yang Qing's heart was awe-inspiring, but he was not afraid, although there were many monks on the other side, his speed had been able to play without scruples, he put away the sword and shield without dodging, turned over and took out the high-grade magic weapon long stick Shijun, and with a stroke, he pulled out a black and white light, and smashed it on the attacking sword light.

The power of the sword light is not as hard and tough as the weapon under the attack of the imperial weapon.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sword light that was hit by the long stick Shijun shattered.

The rest of the sword light slashed at the golden rock wall, the sword light shattered, and the sharp edges and corners of the gravel burst out!

"Slaughter a few first!"

Hatred surged, and he thought fiercely, holding a long stick and rushing at full speed towards Lao Shu and the other eight people!

"Look for death!", Lao Shu drank hard, and eight people rushed together!

At the same time, the sword light swung rapidly, not giving Yang Qing a chance to open the bow and release the arrow!

The roar reverberated and reverberate, and the surging waves of air shattered the edges and corners of the rocks, and the ravines trembled.

In the blink of an eye, hand-to-hand combat!

"Brute, you can only blame yourself for being too arrogant and unfit to lift up when you die!" Lao Shu shouted, condensing the spell on the long sword, and the long sword burst into flames, and the other seven monks did the same, condensing the spells they were proficient in on the magic weapon in their hands.

Spell attack, imperial weapon attack is a common means for refining monks, only some monks can do the two in one place, extremely powerful, equivalent to sacrificing magic weapons.

However, the eight people of Lao Shu couldn't do this, they only cast the spell within the magic weapon, reducing part of the power of the spell, and then adding it to be hard and sharp, and the overall power was not reduced, so that it was easier to manipulate and avoid hurting their accomplices!

Of course, this is not something that can be done casually, it requires a thorough understanding of spells and a special familiarity with the magic weapons in your hands.

"Dead, don't know what are you?"

The divine sense is spreading, and he can perceive the power from the changes in the magic weapon, Yang Qing does not give the eight people a chance to surround him at all, he combines strength and softness, and fights with speed, after hearing Lao Shu's words, he pulled out a murderous sneer, and his low and hoarse voice was full of indifference!

"Then you see!"

The red-faced man shouted, shook the talisman in his hand, and with a 'poof' sound, the talisman shattered, and three fireballs the size of a human head appeared out of thin air, overflowing with heat, 'woo, woo, woo', pulled up three tails, and hit it head-on at great speed!

At the same time, the other seven people all activated a mid-level talisman!

"Whoosh!"

Water Blade, Wood Thorn, Flying Stone, Golden Mang......

Inside the ravine, there are all kinds of light, and the place where the light points is Yang Qing who does not retreat but advances!

"Groaning ......"

The fierce burst of the red pupils seemed to shatter, and the sound of the dragon's roar and the tiger's roar reverberated through the cracks!

For the fireballs to avoid the wall, he jumped up, let the three fireballs hit the chest and abdomen fiercely, the body was slightly arrayed, the speed of the forward rush did not decrease, and the stick was smashed against other spell attacks!

"Boom!"

The black and white light curtain followed the long stick Shijun, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, and a wave of qi waved, suddenly blasting several spells in front of him!

For some spells, Yang Qing can't be broken with a long stick, such as fire waves, water waves, golden sands, etc., but Zhan Qiu is not afraid. The strength of the flesh is not afraid of the power that comes from the impact, and other extraordinarily condensed spells, the long stick Shijun can completely break it with the blessing of the strong power.

Several spells were smashed apart, several spells failed, Yang Qing's speed rose another level, and in a snap of his fingers, he rushed to the front of the red-faced monk, the long stick in his hand had been switched to a simple knife, and the golden round shield appeared in his left hand at the same time!

"Groaning ......"

The appearance is strange and cold. The red pupils burst out as hard as they were about to shatter. The killing intent in Yang Qing's heart was wanton, and he resisted all other attacks with a golden round shield, regardless of the numbness of his left arm, and attacked the red-faced monk with all his strength with his sword.

Only kill a few people first. in order to weaken the strength of Lao Shu and others. Thus evenly matched. So that they will live, and even get rid of all their enemies!

"Brute!"

"You dare!"

"Look for death!"

......

The other monks drank heavily, not adding to the red-faced man's defenses. Attack Yang Qing with all your might!

"Why don't you dare!?"

The voice was low, hoarse, and indifferent, Yang Qing was not afraid of its intimidation, and slowed down his defense slightly, striving to kill one person before being surrounded by him!

The knife curtain is fast, fast and light!

It's a sharp blade, but it's like a breeze blowing a light veil!

"Dingding!"

The red-faced man looked resentful, snorted and breathed fire, and hastily intercepted two blows!

He is a Qi Refining Cultivator in the middle stage of Soul Concentration, although it is said that low cultivation is not low strength, however, whether it is in the realm, cultivation, speed, strength, soul, ferocity, or the use of Dao Law, he is far inferior to Yang Qing.

Being able to resist two blows under a surprise attack was already due to the interference of others on Yang Qing, and the third blow could no longer be intercepted!

"Poof!

The sound of flesh and blood splitting, the sound of bones shattering!

A gray curtain of light cut from the red-faced man's neck to his chest, and then spun around!

"Second brother!"

"Groaning ......"

One person shouted in pain, and Yang Qing withdrew violently!

The Mu Linggen Cultivator, who had intercepted and killed Yang Qing with the red-faced man, rushed quickly, in order to prevent his companion's resources from being taken away by the enemy, and regardless of whether the red-faced man was dead or not, whether he could still be treated, he put his corpse into the Purple Mansion with a wave of his hand!

"Pay for your life!", "Beast, death!"

Lao Shu and the other two late-stage monks shouted violently, and killed a helper in the mid-stage of fixing without paying attention, making the two of them feel humiliated!

"Huh?", Yang Qing retreated violently, that is, the shield in his left hand was given up, only to see that the light green slurry of the prisoner pulp had covered the shield, as long as he held the shield and stalemate with it for a moment, several attacks were coming, and at the same time, a slurry was about to wrap around him!

"Whoosh!"

Three sword lights struck without gaps!

"Retreat, retreat!", Yang Qing shouted in his heart, killed the red-faced monk and made himself fall into passivity, he had to open the distance first, and then rush forward, turning his hand, breaking the three sword lights, and retreating faster!

In the blink of an eye, the two sides opened up a distance!

Without waiting for the seven people to attack again, Yang Qing suddenly stopped and retreated, his toes ploughed through the sharp rocks, "Boom!", his body burst out! Fighting with the seven people is not an opponent, but it does not give them the opportunity to surround themselves and shoot together, and the seven people are not far away, so that they can restrain each other and not give full play to their strength, even the medium-grade magic talisman must be used carefully!

If they are allowed to block Yang Qing in a corner, they will use all their means, and they will definitely beat Yang Qing only with the power to parry.

But the seven people are not tacit, Lao Shu is even more rushing, hindering the attacks of others, and after Yang Qing integrates the essence blood of the King Kong Beast, he can burst out with all his speed without any worries, advance and retreat rapidly, and retreat instantly when he sees that the situation is not good!

It's just that the leopard's tail is still in the battle fur, and he has lost a lot of flexibility in tossing and turning, otherwise he can maneuver among several people, and always only fight with one or two people, and even let them stop and injure their accomplices.

"Brute, see how long you can run rampant!"

How could Lao Shu be in pain for the death of the red-faced monk, only angry, nine people chased and killed a body cultivator, but two were killed one after another, making him feel a big loss of face, once it was transmitted back to the tribe, what kind of impact would it be?

The upright-looking man's expression moved, the prisoner was good at defense, good at sleepy, and not good at attacking, and the attack of Lao Shu left and right was very hindering him, and the death of the red-faced monk made him feel that he was gradually able to let go of his hands and feet, knowing that the attack was uneven, it would hinder his hands and feet, and his divine consciousness transmitted the sound, and said to the monk beside him...... (To be continued......)

PS: It feels really bad to have no manuscript ~ Especially when the head is the same as rotten eggs (weakly asking for a monthly pass~)