"Xiao Mu, hold a bow and guard the door, if anyone comes within two hundred steps, immediately kill with a bow and arrow!" Hong Yi sat on the stool in the stone cave, closed his eyes and commanded Xiao Mu at the door.

But without his command, Xiao Mu stood at the door with a solemn face, with a sword hanging from his waist, which was the most convenient place and could be pulled out in an instant. In his hand, he was holding a bow and arrow, and the whole person's jīng spirit was gathered into a ball, guarding it in a strict battle.

Now that Hong Yi's cultivation has been small, his divine soul is condensed, and his god is powerful, and as soon as he runs it slightly, he has already burst out of his shell. And when he suddenly jumped out of his head, a small yīn wind blew in the entire stone chamber.

This small yīn wind brought up a small whirlpool of dust on the ground, which was very weird.

Xiao Mu, who was standing at the door, didn't seem to expect the yīn wind to blow in the room out of thin air, and he was so clever that he actually shivered!

The wind is the air fluctuation brought about by the god Hong Yi yīn jumping out of the body, and the invisible thoughts condensed into substance. When out of the body, there is a gust of wind, which is a phenomenon that only people with Tao who have achieved cultivation are described in the Taoist scriptures!

After the wind blew, it gradually stopped, and the blood-patterned steel needle suddenly stitched, and the spirit flew up, turning into a red line and flying out of the hole, heading straight into the distance. Hong Yi's supernatural action made Xiao Mu stunned.

Although he had seen Hong Yi's movements when he used the Blood Pattern Needle, Xiao Mu had never felt that this moment was so shocking. yīn The wind rises, the blood needle moves, the red line is turned into a red line, and the electricity shè is out. The instantaneous action completely made her feel dependent on Hong Yi.

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On the thatched path, fierce fighting continues.

The long knives used by these black-clothed men were three fingers wide, five feet long, narrow, arc, blood groove, and the blade flashed like water, and it was a jīng steel that had been folded and forged many times, and this was a "horizontal knife" that only the upper class martial artists in the army of the Great Qian Dynasty were qualified to use.

"Wind Knife Technique!Thirteen Cold-blooded Eagles of the Divine Machine Battalion, good, good, good!"

Murong Yan gritted her teeth tightly, and the two warriors around her supported her, desperately running towards the mountain road, listening to the screams of the broken warriors behind her one by one, her heart was like a knife.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The last broken warrior had his neck cut off by a knife, lying on the ground with his legs stretched out, his eyes bulging, and before he died, he grabbed the leg of a man in black with his hand, trying to stop the pursuit of Murong Yan, but he was shaken by the leg of the man in black and kicked three feet away!

"Miss Murong, you can't run, stop obediently, let us take you to see Commander Xi, as long as you serve well, maybe, as soon as Commander Xi is happy and dedicates you to the prince, you will be soaring, serving the prince, which is much better than the third lady of the Chiyan Marquis in Yunmeng. ”

Thirteen black-clothed men suddenly surrounded Murong Yan, forming an encirclement, but they no longer killed, the leader in the lead, with a knife horizontal, blood dripping on it, with a hideous language, enough to scare the ghosts to escape!

"The cold-blooded thirteen eagles of the Imperial Forest Army Divine Machine Battalion, it's nothing more than that, if I hadn't been hastily plotted by you today, with your thirteen wastes, I would have been able to turn you into powder!" Murong Yan gritted her teeth, and there was a man-eating jīng light in her eyes, and her face, which was originally good-looking, had now become distorted.

"Hmph! When death is imminent, you dare not be ashamed! Believe it or not, I will rip off your clothes now! Let your life be worse than death! Your little evil method can't help our brother at all, our brother is on the battlefield, rolling out of the corpse mountain, the sea of blood, human heads, and human flesh, afraid of your little evil art?"

The black-clothed man in the lead raised his eyebrows, and his smile became more and more fierce, looking at Murong Yan, his eyes were about to rip off her clothes.

"Brother Blood Eagle, let's just enjoy this little girl. After enjoying the fine skin and tender meat, cut off her head and teach it to the Grand Commander, and tell the Grand Commander that she will resist stubbornly and be killed by us!"

The sympathetic voice of a man in black behind the Blood Eagle rang out.

This voice was deep, indescribably vicious, Murong Yan's face was pale, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

"You dare to come up and move a hair of Miss, I will exchange my life for my life!" A warrior beside Murong Yan shouted suddenly, holding an iron sword in his hand, the blade of the sword had been cut a lot, but his body was not injured, showing jīng Zhan's martial arts.

At this time, there were only two warriors by Murong Yan's side, and in the face of the thirteen bloody ghost-like killing gods, he was not afraid at all, and there was only a look of determination in his eyes.

"Amon, Ajin, you have killed me! Be ruthless, cut me into several pieces, don't let these bastards spoil my body!" Murong Yan suddenly said to the two warriors beside him.

"Miss!"

The two samurai shouted in unison.

"Hehe, Miss Murong, even if you die, we have to enjoy it, our brother doesn't care if the dead are not dead. I heard that Miss Murong, the Xuantian Pavilion Taoist technique you practiced can produce yīn gods, so after you die, you can see our brother enjoying your body, that taste is really enough. ”

Another man in black, yīn, laughed badly.

Burst!

Murong Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and her face became more and more pale.

"Let's do it!"

The leading Blood Eagle waved his knife and gave the order.

"What's that?"

At this moment, suddenly, a red line flew from the sky, as fast as a chūn swallow skimming water. With lightning speed, he pierced the heads of three men in black!

The hard skull of a human being is as fragile as tofu in front of this red line! The moment the red line crosses through, there is no resistance!

"It's a flying needle stab!"

The blood eagle screamed, and suddenly swung the knife, slashing out fiercely, and the knife arced, and actually blocked the route of the needle, blocking the tip of the needle with the knife surface!

It's a pity that this is not an ordinary needle, an ordinary needle, even if it is ice cracked steel, it can't penetrate the blade of the horizontal knife at once, it will definitely be stuck in the middle, but this is blood pattern steel!

The tip of the needle was still like wearing tofu, and through his cowhide armor, shè pierced his heart!

Thirteen cold-blooded eagles, four died in an instant!

"Although these people's martial arts are strong, I can't beat any of them in one-on-one martial arts, but now they are performing Taoist skills, how can they be my opponents? Then even if I have a sharp and flexible blood-patterned steel, I will suffer!"

Hong Yi succeeded at this moment, urging the blood pattern needle, flying up and down, these black-clothed people, there was no one to join them, and three of them were killed alive!

Between two breaths, kill seven people! Seven battle-hardened masters!

The power of Dao Technique Exorcism is completely revealed!