The breath of thin cherry blossoms dissipated invisibly on Erhai Lake.

Zhongli, who could only hold the sword formation, had only one acre of three-point land in front of him, suddenly turned his head and looked at it. He happened to see Bo Ying falling from a high altitude, and his head bumped into the remains of the spiritual boat, and his scalp was numb.

How long has it been, a great cultivator at the perfect realm of the Nascent Soul Realm disappeared silently? You should know that although Bo Ying is notorious, his cultivation is not fake. If he had not used this corpse refining, he would not have been able to suppress Zhao Yu and Bo Ying. What kind of monster is Chang Xi, who came out of Qingyun Mountain? The first realm of the Nascent Soul Realm is so unstoppable. If he really puts him in the same level of cultivation as himself, wouldn't he be crushed to death by his finger?

Once you have this idea in your mind, you don’t have to fight again.

Zhongli used the coffin magic weapon behind him to compress the poison pool cast by the Yin-Cang Gong to a few feet in a radius, and then he barely limited the two black and white swords with amazing murderous intentions. The cage made by the Five Elements of Life and Death Sword Qi was extremely strong. It has to be said that Zhongli was attracted by the top leaders of the Corpse Refining Valley, which was not aimless. He distracted his mind to control the corpse refining and used the Yin-Cang Gong poison pool to limit Yuehong and Dongyou. He had already used both minds and had to divide his mind into other ways to break through the sword formation. It was extremely rare to use all three things.

Zhong Li's face was extremely ugly. The five elements attributes in this sword formation only had mutual generation cycles and no mutual restraint guarantees, which made him unable to find loopholes. The killing star over Erhai Lake in the distance had already been seen, and there was not much time left for him.

Zhongli's face showed a fierce look, his five fingers formed a hook, and the obscure magic trick was shot out with a blink of an eye. The corpse that was struggling to support the five Five Elements Spirit Swords suddenly stopped moving, and his whole withered body flew backwards to Zhongli's palm. The decaying skin was red like a braised iron, and dense blisters surged under the skin. The whole body was boiling like boiling water, and the sarcasm of muscles and bones breaking and splitting, and the sound of the sound of the broken bones and splitting.

Then the foreseeable ending of this corpse was thrown into the coffin by his ruthless master. Zhongli's face was full of pain and threw the huge coffin that was also beginning to restless towards the edge of the sword formation.

The deafening roar exploded the sea of ​​demons in the mouths of the evil cultivators.

The coffin and corpse refining, which were only under the magical artifact, successfully destroyed half of the sword formation. Zhongli couldn't wait to escape from the sword formation, and had such a beautiful idea of ​​freedom for the first time. Seeing the black-clothed demon head in the distance rushing towards this side, Zhongli, who had lost the corpse refining and coffin magic weapon, knew that he could not delay any longer. He did not hesitate to sacrifice his life for several years and escape with the secret technique of corpse escape that was not out of the corpse refining valley.

Since it is a secret technique of sacrificing longevity, its effect is not much lower than that of Qingyun Mountain's proud swordsmanship. Chang Xi knew it would be difficult to catch up with Zhongli, who was determined to escape. But since he has come, he would not respect the way of treating guests very much.

Chang Xi reached out his hand and shouted softly: "Dongyou!"

The ink-black cave sword and Yuehong entangled poison pool turned into a dark light and rushed thousands of feet away and rolled back into Chang Xi's hand.

Chang Xi took out the hideous and fiery red Kaiyuan Chasing Moon Bow, and put it on the cave. The evil lines were like living creatures wrapping around their necks and cheeks, pointing at Zhongli’s sword.

Chang Xi let go of the three fingers of the string, and the cave sword disappeared in front of him and appeared in the sky.

Zhongli felt that in an instant, the blood in his body was as frozen as it was, and the huge life-and-death crisis was about to swallow him. He almost turned his body slightly out of instinct, and then he saw his left arm and half of his chest disappear out of thin air.

It really disappeared out of thin air, and he saw nothing except that.

With one arrow, you can destroy most of the thousand-year-old salt wood arena, and you can use an extremely cruel posture to tear the thunder sea of ​​clouds and wind that Junmo has worked hard to kill. You can evaporate the Peacock River that is hundreds of feet wide into nothing with one arrow.

At this moment, Zhongli was completely unaware of the price of only one arm and half of his chest under the Zhuyue arrow.

It took a long time for the Dongyou Sword to return. At this moment, the silver cross star jumping in Chang Xi's eyes also quietly disappeared. The other six swords by Erhai Lake flew back to their master one after another. Yuehong sword spirit jumped out, holding his body in his hand and said viciously to Chang Xi: "Master, why do you use Dongyou Sword every time, don't you need me!"

His personality suddenly changed from cold to the original kindness and simplicity. Chang Xi waved the trance-constant feeling in his mind, pinched the plump cheeks of Yuehong Sword Spirit, and said with a smile: "Dongyou Sword is cultivated as the intention of death in the mind of life and death. After severely damaging Zhongli, he can still leave his intention of death so that he cannot easily recover from his injuries. He kills two birds with one stone. You, it is not suitable for business."

Yuehong Sword Spirit puffed up his cheeks and let Chang Xi knead his cheeks into a strange look, and said vaguely: "Hmph, if I were to go with me, I would not let the boy with yin energy go sideways and avoid that sword. I must let him evaporate with one sword!"

After saying that, Yuehong Sword Spirit waved his pink fist towards An Jing's return Hokage Sword.

The cold and arrogant Dongyou Jian was too lazy to compete for favor with Yue Hong in front of Chang Xi, and turned into a sword light to escape back to the black and white lotus platform inside the master's body to rest. Yue Hong, who was actually a sword spirit, was ignored by Dongyou, who had already born, suddenly opened her teeth and claws. Chang Xi comforted her for a while, so that the naughty egg could calm down.

Chang Xi recycled Bo Ying's storage bag, and the inside was indeed full of unsightly magical tools and evil techniques. Among them, there were countless techniques for collecting yang and replenishing yin. Just a brief look, there were less than a few hundred volumes. One of the secrets called Bai Zhu Baopu Jue attracted Chang Xi's attention.

Yuehong Sword Spirit's tone was decisive, "This secret book has the aura of demons, so it's absolutely impossible to be wrong."

Chang Xi said in a deep voice: "Before the Immortal Alliance, I did find that the Ten Thousand Demons and the Demons outside the Northern Region were closely related. But what is Bo Ying's identity? He is just an insignificant little character among the two clans. How can he get in touch with such a high-quality evil magic secret that is valuable even in the demons?"

No one can explain the truth in one person or one sword. Could it be that in the near future, the thousands of demons or the demons who have been silent outside the Northern Region for several years have to take any major moves?

The oppressive feeling of the storm coming and the wind filled the building made Chang Xi feel a little breathless.

"Brother Chang Xi!" A shout broke Chang Xi's contemplation.

Chang Xi turned his head and saw a burly man in the distance carrying a gun in one hand and a bloody head in the other hand rushing to the water.

Who else can the visitor be if he is not Junmo?

Jun Mo threw the head in his hand on the water. Chang Xi's eyes circulated several times on Jun Mo's chest and the head full of disbelief. He asked with a smile: "Zhao Yu?"

Jun Mo nodded proudly, and while speaking, he still did not forget to lift his gun and be alert to the surroundings. You must know that although Zhao Yu had died, the spiritual boats of the Ten Thousand Demons were beaten to pieces by the flagship of the Tianjiu tribe, the strongest Zhongli and the witch Bo Ying were still unknown and they could not be careless.

"It's really strange. In theory, Brother Chang, you should have never met Zhao Yu before. How could you decide that this head belongs to Zhao Yu at a glance?"

Jun Mo said suspiciously, but before Chang Xi could answer, he found a pool of eye-catching blood in the wreckage on the sea behind Chang Xi. Even if the woman's body was burned to ashes, he recognized it, wasn't it the witch Bo Ying?

Jun Mo seemed to have guessed something and took a breath of air conditioning, "Have you seen Zhongli?"

"Well, I ruined his corpse refining and coffin, and broke one arm and half of his chest. It's a pity that he finally used the corpse escape technique for his life. I can't catch up, so I can only let him escape back to the southern border." Chang Xi did not show off or proudly look on his face, and he explained the facts in a plain tone, as if he was telling someone else's story.

Jun Mo widened his eyes and looked around Chang Xi several times in disbelief. Except for seeing a few faint palm prints and folds on the back of his black golden dragon robe, there were no other traces on his body. He knew that Chang Xi was the kind of person who disdained to lie. Doesn’t that mean that Chang Xi could fight against three without any effort? You know that he and Zhao Yu fought to the end and then they were almost separated by life and death!

Jun Mo had a bold idea at this moment. Is it true that even if Zhao Yu joins forces with Zhongli and Bo Ying, the three of them can only hate this under Chang Xi?

Jun Mo smiled helplessly. His strength and strength were almost as strong as the one who had defeated the entire demons by the white sword in white.

Chang Xi spoke out and broke Jun Mo's thoughts, "I will not go back to the Great Wilderness Hall with your vanguard army today. I may have to return to Qingyun Mountain immediately."

Jun Mo said a little puzzledly: "Why? Don't you leave behind to drink the celebration wine?"

Chang Xi took out the book Bai Zhu Bao Pu Jue from the Demon Clan and expressed his guess.

Jun Mo's face also became serious, "I know, I will report this matter to Master immediately and inform Kunlun. Beware of the conspiracy between the demons and the demons."

Chang Xi patted Jun Mo's shoulder, "Then I'll go back to Huizhou first. Remember not to forget to attend my wedding. If you don't come, you will have good fruits."

Jun Mo responded with a smile and asked, "You have just experienced a fierce battle, and you are eager to catch such a long journey. Can you hold on?"

Chang Xi laughed loudly and finally said proudly: "There is no way, everyone is about to get married, so it will naturally last."

Jun Mo curled his lips when he heard this, and said take care of him, watching Chang Xi disappear from the sky with his sword.

The vanguard general of the Great Wilderness Palace looked at the bloody green plum wine in his hand, then looked at the figure that turned into a black dot in the sky, and finally couldn't help but laugh and scold.
Chapter completed!