Ye Wen smiled coldly, but ignored it.

The suspicion in the other party's heart is a good thing, although in terms of individual strength, he has now won a few points against the other party, but if the other party tries to escape, he may not be able to intercept successfully.

The current state of confrontation stems from Wen Hong's concern for potential enemies, and his fear that at the moment of casting his skills, he will be attacked by a monk who is ambushed somewhere.

This kind of thinking constrained Wen Hong's judgment and made him dare not act rashly, but he did not expect that he missed the opportunity and walked towards a desperate situation step by step.

Ye Wen's eyes flashed with cold light, and the Dao power of his body penetrated up and down, rising to the peak state, and suddenly burst out, like a tiger descending from a mountain, instantly approaching, and stabbed out fiercely with a sword.

The sword burst out of the air, and suddenly there was a roar of a tiger, followed by a splash of ice flowers, and a puff of ice mist that exploded, and at the same time, a sword intent went up along the tip of the sword, flashing with an astonishing sword light.

"Fu Zhong Sword Intent?!"

A chill appeared in Wen Hong's heart, as a monk who had experienced a hundred battles, how could he not know the horror of the sword intent in Fuzhong? He was already very wary of Ye Wen, who had not yet made a move, but at this moment, he found that even if he didn't make a sneak attack, the other party could kill him under the sword with this hand, within a hundred moves.

This sword stabbed, as fast as lightning, extremely sharp, Wen Hong only felt that his mind was instantly calmed, and he actually produced a momentary hallucination, as if he was in a cold ice hell, the cold was pervasive, the wind and snow were misty, and the thunder and lightning shield shrouded in the outside suddenly cracked a few lines.

The next moment, he was suddenly startled, woke up, instinctively took a step back, the Dao power flowed wildly, and the next moment, a thunderbolt shield flashed out of thin air.

All kinds of thunder patterns suddenly appeared around the body, condensing and overlapping, layer by layer on the skin, rippling with the ripples, and the body seemed to be draped in a thunder suit.

"Good!"

Seeing this, Ye Wen shouted, and had to admire the other party's attainments in talismans, but the sword still stabbed mercilessly.

The thunder shield cracked, Ye Wen stabbed the lightning shield in front of him with a sword, blocked it, and a loud sound appeared, the light of the thunder shield flickered, and cracks cracked on the shield, but he stubbornly resisted.

At this time, the saber-toothed ice tiger collided in an instant, and the entire body of the ice tiger crashed into the thunder shield, and the timing of the attack was the moment when the crack exploded, if it weren't for Ye Wen's control of power to the point of refinement, he would not be able to grasp such an opportunity.

In Weng Weng's roar, slender arcs of electricity rose up one after another, trying to bounce back the ice tiger and the ice sword, but in the next moment, they shattered and dissipated into the void.

Wen Hong's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly retreated, only to see the reflection of the electric light, his face had completely turned pale, and a chill penetrated into his heart and lungs, not from the attack of the other party, but from the judgment of eyesight, and the despair in his heart.

Rumble!

The ice sword stabbed on Wen Hong's chest, shaking up thunder lines, not like a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh, but like a wooden stake hitting the city gate, two huge forces, one attacking and one defending, intertwined and collided with each other.

There was a crackling sound, and an arc of electricity jumped on the thunder suit, and it was covered by a burst of white light, frozen into ice, and then the ice sword was entangled with white light and blue light, and it spun rapidly, stabbing Wen Hong's shoulder.

Burst!

Wen Hong was hit by a sword on his body, screamed, blood splattered out, and with a violent force rushing, the whole person flew out sideways, crashed into the wall, and then fell down with a bang.

Ye Wen stepped forward, the coldness on his face did not decrease in the slightest, and as soon as his mind moved, the saber-toothed ice tiger behind him suddenly jumped up and landed beside Xiao Qian, who was sleeping, quietly guarding.

At this time, Wen Hong's shoulder bone was pierced, his left hand was abolished, the thunder clothes condensed by Dao power were broken, and there was a cold sword intent in his body that was jumping, destroying his internal organs, spitting blood in his mouth, and a trace of cold air rose from his skull, but after all, he was a triple cultivator, barely maintaining his life, and he did not die for a while.

Seeing Ye Wen stepping forward, his face was distorted, and he hurriedly propped himself up, but he couldn't support it in an instant, and fell to the ground again, unable to move, looking at Ye Wen in front of him, his eyes showed fear and begging for mercy, and he wanted to speak, but he could only make a whining sound, and it turned out that his mouth had been frozen.

"Don't worry, on Huangquan Road, you won't be too lonely!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword light fell, the cold entangled, the sword cut into the neck, only heard a few sounds, the thunder cracked, and suddenly a head flew out, and the neck spurted blood for a few feet, but it instantly condensed into ice, and then shattered and fell to the ground.

Ye Wen stood in place, stunned, his face suddenly turned white, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and then wiped off the blood foam on his mouth, the corners of his mouth showed a trace of happiness, and he suddenly felt that the depression in his heart had decreased a lot.

He flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked towards Xiao Qian, only to see that Xiao Qian was still firmly holding Xiao Bai, as if she was the only support, her heart hurt, she carefully picked her up, looked down, her eyes on her face were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had encountered a bad dream in her sleep.

Ye Wen blamed himself in his heart, felt guilty, and all kinds of emotions stirred in his heart, he took a deep breath, and after a while, fear came to his heart, if it weren't for all kinds of mistakes, he was afraid that he would lose this girl forever.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in his eyes was pervasive, Ye Wen swept towards Linghu Mountain, who was crawling towards the outside of the hall, stunned, and a trace of admiration flashed in his heart, what a character, at this mortal moment, is still struggling desperately, putting aside the hostile position and character, this Linghu Mountain is not a useless person.

However, admiration is admiration, and there is not the slightest mercy in it.

Ye Wen hugged Xiaoqian, walked in front of Linghu Mountain, and said coldly: "Looking at your will to survive, I can listen to your last words." ”

"Please let me go! The little one knows that he is wrong! I will definitely change my mind in the future, and I will definitely serve you as the master, so give me a chance!"

Seeing Ye Wen's cold expression, Ling Hushan lay on the ground, his face was distorted, he howled in pain, howled in despair, desperately squeezed out his tears, and snorted his nose, as if he was as humble as a dog, and he didn't have the majesty of before.

Ye Wen shook his head and said, "A character like you who can bend and stretch, if he can survive, I am afraid that he will die in the future and have no place to bury." ”

"I—I'm giving you all my net worth, I—" Ling Hushan cried.

The sound stopped abruptly.

A tiger's paw slowly moved away from the corpse, and then with a low roar, the sturdy tiger body slowly moved towards the position of a pile of wooden shelves stacked in the main hall.

"I'm not interested in how much you have a net worth, but if you put away the Blood Spirit Fruit, maybe I can't help the greed in my heart and let you live for a while. ”

Looking at the distorted appearance of the corpse's face, Ye Wen shook his head, the ordinary treasure, now he is no longer pleasing to the eye, but the blood spirit fruit, or rather, the mysterious fruit disguised as the blood spirit fruit, really makes him salivate.

The spiritual space is his biggest reliance, and the special blood spirit fruit in Ling Hushan's hand, according to the sense, is only afraid that it has a relationship with the suspended black pupil of the spiritual space that cannot be ignored, and he naturally will not miss it.

In the past, he didn't plunder it and let it be placed in Linghu Mountain because he was unknown or hypocritical in the eyes of others, but Ye Wen really didn't want to rob other people's treasures at will.

But now it is a matter of course that it is a matter of life and death, as if two armies are fighting on the battlefield, and the winner cuts off the head of the defeated and plunders the weapons and items of the enemy soldiers.

The reason why he didn't need to let Ling Hushan continue was because he knew the location of the Blood Spirit Fruit early on with the sense of spiritual space.