The team of more than 20 people led by the blind cultivator had been running out for more than half an hour. Suddenly, a white light flashed upwards from the direction of their hometown behind them, making them feel that something was wrong.

Could it be that someone sneaked up on it?

Hu Jiulang suddenly felt that he was a little anxious at this time. He brought out almost all the backbone strength, and now is the time when the base camp is empty. Thinking back to what the blind man said before, he stopped abruptly and slapped his thigh, "I've been tricked!"

Why did you stay in the cave for so long without escaping when you were discovered? Why did you say so much about the desert that you wanted to know? There was only one answer, to use the blind man to find the camp!

He shouted in a rage, "Go back to the camp!"

Back in the valley, the inside has changed dramatically. The tents, which had been set up for a few days, were largely gone, and some parts were still shining with sparks. Some of the forbidden and protective camouflage at the entrance of the valley had been destroyed, and the camp that Hu Jiulang had painstakingly managed was now no different from an ordinary valley, and even more messy than an ordinary valley.

Looking further in, in the middle of the valley, eight fires were burned, and a young man dressed in white sat there, his eyes slightly closed, and his expression calm. Was that him? Was this the kid who made the camp like this? But he didn't know him! Could it be that one of his men had provoked him?

And the one who can make such a big move shouldn't be an unknown person. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but gasp. The sect he is in is not small, if he knows his origin, and dares to come to the door, it will not be Dali Hall, right? In the entire secret realm, the people he met were only those from Dali Hall who were so domineering.

Wan Peng had already sensed his arrival, and he also felt the existence of the blind man through the haze smoke tracking array. In comparison, the danger of this blind man was much weaker than that of the assassin just now, at least Wan Peng could feel his existence.

When he opened his eyes, the anger in Wan Peng's eyes did not disappear.

He hates bullying the weak, hates being greedy for women, hates chasing after ghosts, and hates people who cause trouble to friends like Xie Fei and Xie Ting. And this person, Hu Jiulang, almost accounts for everything.

In the time he had just had, he had learned something from other people. Hu Jiulang, who was born in the Snow Mountain Sect, ranked ninth among the disciples of this generation, so he simply called Hu Jiulang. The Snow Mountain Sect itself is a medium-sized sect, much smaller than the original Lingyun, but it is also a sect that can be ranked in strength in the Northeast Cultivation Area.

Hu Jiulang acted arbitrarily and violently when he was in the sect, and he did no less bad things outside, and there were countless women who were defiled by him. Now facing him, Wan Peng actually has a feeling of chivalry.

Should such a person be kept?

Hu Jiulang stepped forward alone at this time, "This cultivator, I don't know what the origin is, why do you want to destroy my camp? If you want to join forces with me, I'm afraid that I won't agree, and I will test my strength alone, so it will not be very good for anyone to cut off my back road." He said as he deliberately exuded his spiritual power.

Wan Peng also felt a little surprised by his cultivation. Vaguely, Wan Peng could also feel some unusual places in his spiritual power, and maybe in time, this person would condense his veins.

Wan Peng looked at him coldly, "My origin doesn't matter. But I'm going to count your three sins today. First, I hurt my friend and kept pursuing. He didn't provoke you, but you had a bad heart. Second, forcibly kidnapping women, not changing their lustful hearts, and insulting the reputation of my cultivators. Third, it is insidious and vicious, intercepting and killing many cultivators, and developing personal power to bully the weak. ”

Hu Jiulang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Haha, it turned out that you came to count me down? That's right, I recognize everything you said, what can you do? Who is your friend I hurt, I don't know, maybe I thought of it, but can you get ahead? I played with a few women, so what's the matter, cuckolded you? I also bullied the weak, what's the matter, this is called strength, not lip service, it is made of fists." If you don't accept it, why don't you come and attack it openly, and when we leave, you will destroy my camp like a chicken and a dog?"

Wan Peng has never been very good at verbal debate, and he didn't expect that this Hu Jiulang talked about things from the beginning, and every sentence choked his heart, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but be a little more angry. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Because you have an evil heart. ”

He didn't expect that this sentence actually made Hu Jiulang stunned. What? Because I'm evil? What does this mean? I was thinking about how to reply to Wan Peng, and Wan Peng added, "If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself." After speaking, with the extension of his right hand, the Yuyuan Sword naturally fell.

Hu Jiulang glanced at Wan Peng's sword and recognized it as a third-grade immortal sword, with a hint of caution in his eyes. However, he was unforgiving, "Yo, little brother, do you want to really fight?" or else, you come to be a general or something for me, and when our power develops, the woman I have played with must be the first to play for you, and it is guaranteed to be hot, hahahaha......"

Suddenly, his laughter stopped, as he felt the chill coming from Wan Peng's sword. In an instant, his smile faded, "What, do you want to really fight? That's fine, I'll let you remember what it means to ask for yourself!"

After speaking, he shook his hands, and a pair of snow-bright daggers appeared in his hands, one in front of the other, and he had already put on an attacking posture.

Wan Peng's wrist turned, the tip of the Yuyuan sword went down, and a glimmer of light directly sank into the ground. Almost at the same time, the eight flames around him rose in unison, and the flames burned Hu Jiulang to the point of heat.

It's just that why does this heat make him feel a chill from the bottom of his heart?

A sense of danger spreads rapidly between the two of them.

Hu Jiulang frowned suddenly, as if he smelled something, and quickly retreated.

Wan Peng's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and spiritual power frantically poured into the Yuyuan Sword. The Ice Mang Sword Technique's Seventh Type Ice Ze Cold Frost was launched invisibly, there was no sword move, only sword qi, and the sword qi was directly injected into the ground. With the sword qi gushing out, there was also a part of Wan Peng's spiritual power, as well as the thunder and true yang fire that had been quiet in the body for a while.

The flames of the eight fires rushed into the sky in unison, and when they reached a height of about three zhang, they quickly became curved, and collided together on the top of Wan Peng's head, forming a cover like a fire net, and then differentiated into sixty-four tongues of fire, falling directly to the ground. And on the ground, it was already centered on Wan Peng's sword, and the snow-white frost spread outward at an alarming speed, and in a short time, it had already surpassed Hu Jiulang's position, covering the entire valley.

Hu Jiulang's heart was shocked, because he clearly felt that this frost was transformed by sword qi! And those fires also exuded a strange aura, full of feelings of aggression! What was even more terrifying was that there were two unclear feelings that were invading his body, making him want to escape, but he couldn't.

He didn't even understand suddenly, why did he run in the face of a cultivator who had built a third layer of foundation, what was he afraid of?

"Give it all to me!" he shouted hoarsely, and he turned around, and with a dagger, he rushed towards Wan Peng.

His dagger glowed with a pale blue halo, and in a few swings, the blue sword qi had already cut towards Wan Peng. However, to his surprise, the sword qi that would have cut the ground out of his mouth actually slid all over the refrigerator today, leaving no traces!

What kind of swordsmanship is this kid, and why does he have sword energy, but he doesn't attack directly?

Wan Peng was not alarmed, seeing that sword qi coming, the Yuyuan sword flickered, and the thousands of miles of frozen sword qi swung out, and collided with those few light blue sword qi, with a muffled sound, and both turned into invisible. But he only felt a stirring in his chest, and he was a little nauseous. If there is no sufficient time to prepare, Wan Peng knows that he may not be his opponent, and even if he wins, he will definitely be seriously injured.

But now, it's different. With such full preparation, don't talk about you Hu Jiulang, but Hu Shilang, you have to bear it for me!

His sword was thrown downwards with all his might, and all the Yuyuan swords sank into the earth. At this time, the entire valley lit up, and the two more sword qi that Hu Jiulang had just shot at Wan Peng actually stopped two feet away from Wan Peng, and stopped suddenly.

The icy aura became heavier, and Xie Fei, Xie Ting and the others, who were watching from far away from the outside of the valley, couldn't help but shiver in unison!

There was a series of soft sounds, and the frost on the ground broke, followed by countless luminous columns rising from the ground and shooting straight into the sky.

These pillars of light come in three colors, pure white, silver white, and fiery red. Hu Jiulang's two sword qi were hit by one silver and one red, and they clicked twice and shattered. Most of the people who came to attack Wan Peng behind him were hit by these pillars of light, and disappeared in an instant, either dead, or passed out.

Hu Jiulang's face became hideous, "I'll fight with you!" After speaking, he urged all his spiritual power, as if he was ready to use a killing move.

Wan Peng's face was still calm, and he said lightly, "It's too late." Thunder is true yang. ”

After saying that, those pillars of light quickly thickened and rushed upwards at a faster speed, carrying Wan Peng's clothes with a loud sound. Xie Ting snorted on the periphery, almost being knocked down by the wind. And Hu Jiulang, in this moment, completely disappeared from the secret world.

After the bright light, this valley was unrecognizable. The ground was lifted down more than five or six feet, and only the place where Wan Peng stood was intact, like an isolated island.

"Why is it so powerful...... Wan Peng jumped twice with one eye, he really didn't expect this result. This formation is one of the hexagrams he analyzed from the Yin-Yang Compound Hexagram Array, and it also refers to the form of the Yin-Yang Compound Hexagram Array, and at the same time uses almost all the materials of this camp. He's been thinking about this formation since the last time he was injured, and today was his first attempt. I didn't expect it to be so amazing!

Perhaps, this is more due to the attack on the thunder and the true yang fire. This method of attacking from the ground, Wan Peng is more familiar with it, and this time it is used as one of the formation skeletons and attack methods, and it is only a guiding role for Thunder Sha and True Yang Fire.

The huge movement and strong light just now illuminated the area for hundreds of miles. Lei Guang Lei Tang was so frightened that he sat on the ground, "Mom...... Fortunately, I didn't have bad intentions at the time...... No wonder this beautiful nun is so desperate ......"

Within a hundred miles, while the vast majority of cultivators were stunned by this movement, there were only two people, looking at this side calmly from each other.

One of them, thinking for a moment, rushed towards this side at great speed.