Chapter 421 Difficult Battle

"Hmm! Shrinking head turtle!" Zhao Xin snorted coldly and continued to rush up without stopping at all. In his eyes, the enemy is in front of him. In order to clear the road, he killed directly. Anyway, killing one is killing, and killing a group is also killing!

Zhao Xin's bravery made the practitioners in front of Wuye feel the trembling of their souls. Now in their eyes, Zhao Xin is still a weak practitioners, but a bloody madman.

When they were stunned, Wuye had already stood in front of him, looked at Lin Yang and others, sighed and said in a low voice, "You all retreat, and I will give him a chance to fight a fair battle!"

"But the venerable..." Those practitioners still wanted to dissuade a few words, but they were still stopped by Wuye.

Wuye put his hands together and said lightly, "We still call ourselves righteous monks. At this level, will the battle be attacked in groups? I'm not afraid of falling into the face of practitioners! Since the donor wants to fight with the poor, let's learn from each other!"

Zhao Xin suddenly stopped and rushed out. He looked at Wuye for a while before laughing and said, "Okay! I never wanted to cultivate the real world and a person with a true temperament like you. With your words, I will save your life today! Bald donkey, since you want to fight, don't be disturbed. How about we go up there? With that, he glanced at the sky above his head.

Wuye's temper was really good and there was nothing to say. Zhao Xin said everything, but he didn't look angry yet. With a smile, he reached out and made a gesture of invitation and flew up first. Zhao Xin was not willing to fall behind and followed closely.

The rest of the practitioners saw the two flying to the sky one after the other, and they were ready to keep up. Hearing a chok, Lin Yang put the sword in his hand to the ground, pointed to the practitioners around him and shouted, "You...no one wants to leave here!"

All the practitioners turned their eyes to Lin Yang at the same time, and the anger in their hearts also broke out at this moment. Lin Yang's cultivation was only out of the later stage, and the lowest of the people around him was Yuanying in the later stage. Unexpectedly, he was threatened by Lin Yang like this, and his temper also broke out at this moment.

Wiye just told him not to disturb the battle between the two of them, but he didn't say that he couldn't kill these people. Looking at Lin Yang one by one, they felt whether Lin Yang's head was broken and he was so provocative. You should know that it was several times different in terms of the number of people.

Lin Yang didn't care. He also stared back with contemptuous eyes and said, "I don't like your eyes very much! If you want to fight, do it. What does it look like to shrink? What a bunch of wastes that don't do enough!"

Even the Mud Bodhisattva has three points of anger. Lin Yang's provocation really completely ignited the fire, and everyone pulled out their weapons and rushed up almost at the same time. There is too much difference in the number of people, and Lin Yang can only choose to defend.

Lin Yang, Li Qing and Lin Susu stood in a triangle on the periphery to protect He Fenghuan and Liu Ruyan, and accepted the angry attack of a group of practitioners.

In the face of such a situation, Lin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, so that his task was completed. Just now, Zhao Xin sent a message to himself that he aroused the anger of these practitioners. If he could kill, he would delay the time if he could not kill. The purpose is to prevent them from leaving here to embarrass Huangfu Yuran and share their worries for their brothers.

He Fenghuan in the middle also took out the ice bow and shot an ice arrow. Each ice arrow must take away a life, completely in the middle of the eyebrows. Liu Ruyan sat quietly cross-legged next to He Fenghuan in the middle, with a glowing guqin on her knees. She lowered her head and played with it as if she were debugging the guqin without doing anything.

Li Qing and Lin Susu's defense is indestructible, and the defense is watertight. The only thing that can be called a dead breakthrough is Lin Yang. Lin Yang's defense is not as good as Li Qing and Lin Susu, but the sword is also dancing impenetrable.

In this way, even if you want to break through Lin Yang's defense, I'm afraid you have to kill a few people to do it. In the face of this problem, all practitioners hesitated. After all, no one wants to be the victim, and for a while, they really fell into a state of stale battle.

The three ways of the three battlefields, the most fierce should be the official Tao chosen by Huangfu Yuran and his party. Originally, there were official roads where caravan carriages and horses had already passed by pedestrians. At this time, no one could find anyone else except the two sides of the battle, and they all avoided such a scene.

Huangfu Yuran can hide his cultivation, which makes people mistakenly think that Huangfu Yuran only has the later cultivation, and rushed to Bai Xiaosheng at the beginning. A distracted practitioners around Bai Xiaosheng smiled and stood in front of Yu Jie and said, "This kind of cultivation guy, leave it to me!" With that, he greeted Huangfu Yuran with his sword.

But his sword was just lifted. A black light flashed in front of him, and a strange-shaped knife had arrived in front of him. It was too late to avoid it. At an indepicuable speed, the knife tilted from his left shoulder to the lower right, and his whole body was split in half.

A white light in the body was pulled out and swallowed up by a knife, and two unwilling bodies fell to the ground. Huangfu Yuran held a remnant soul-slaughter knife in his hand with an evil smile on his face. It seemed that he felt the joy of the remnant soul-slaughter knife devuring the soul, and Huangfu Yuran smiled wildly.

However, what Huangfu Yuran himself did not find was that Huangfu Yuran's state of mind was gradually changing towards the demon god. Now Huangfu Yuran's only thing in mind is killing, killing more people and devouring more souls to make himself stronger!

Looking at Huangfu Yuran almost losing his mind, Yu Jie snorted coldly, the folding fan in his hand shook gently, and a sea of fire wrapped around Huangfu Yuran. This is by no means an ordinary flame, but a flame made by Yu Jie integrating his true element into the air. The temperature is not lower than the flame at the center of the fire.

Yu Jie looked coldly at the burning flame in front of him and muttered faintly: "The cultivation of the distraction period is really difficult for you. Is it solved like this?" In Yu Jie's opinion, Huangfu Yuran could not avoid his own flame, and Huangfu Yuran did not avoid it. It was uncomfortable not to die in that flame.

"You think too much!" Huangfu Yuran's cold voice came from the fire, and the flame gradually went out. Huangfu Yuran appeared in front of Yu Jie, surrounded by a blue ice shield!

Those flames did not cause substantial damage to Huangfu Yuran, and even the ice shield outside Huangfu Yuran's body was not burned out. Yu Jie couldn't help frowning. Huangfu Yuran is also a little confused about what attribute the power is now. He once saw Huangfu Yuran use the power of fire, but now he has changed to the power of water.

Huangfu Yu suddenly snorted coldly, and his body flashed in front of Yu Jie. The soul-slain knife in his hand roared down at Yu Jie's head and shouted, "It's not the time for you to be stunned. Take a blow from me... hard!"

Yu Jie suddenly woke up, looked at the big knife that had been cut down, thought of the man's death just now, and knew that the knife could not be resisted. I want to hide but find that my whole body has been locked by Huangfu Yuran. I'm afraid that even if I dodge it, I will be hit. In desperation, he raised his hand to block the big knife with the folding fan in his hand, and Zhenyuan gathered on the folding fan.

A dull sound came out, and Yu Jie was shaken out. Up to now, he still can't believe that this is the power of Huangfu Yuran, which all comes down to the role of the knife.

Yu Jie, who was shaken away, only felt numb in his mouth and could hardly hold the folding fan in his hand. A huge crack has appeared on the fan bone of the folding fan in his hand, which seems to be broken at any time.

In contrast, Huangfu Yuran was calm and comfortable, as if the blow just now was not laborious. Now Huangfu Yuran's eyes are full of surprise. Looking at the folding fan in Yu Jie's hand, he doesn't know what material it is. He can collide with the remnant soul-shaling knife without damage.

Yu Jie secretly thought about how to deal with Huangfu Yuran's knife, but Huangfu Yuran would not give Yu Jie time to think. After being a little stunned, he rushed out again. This time, the speed was a little faster, and a series of remnants behind him had arrived in front of Yu Jie.

Yu Jie was shocked and thought that Huangfu Yuran would cut down like last time. He raised his hand and wanted to block it with a folding fan. However, Huangfu Yuran did not do so, but stopped in front of Yu Jie, and the soul-leblow knife split up from the lower right.

The shocked Yu Jie's toes were a little on the ground, and the folding fan in his hand pointed down on Huangfu Yuran's blade, and the man flew diagonally into the air with the momentum of the remnant soul-slayer knife.

Huangfu Yuran is quite admirable for Yu Jie's reaction speed. However, Yu Jie will die today, which is the determination held by Huangfu Yuran. So his toes were a little on the ground, rushing straight to Yu Jie in the air like a cannonball, and stabbed Yu Jie's chest with a soul-stricken knife in his hands.

Yu Jie, who was in the air, was faced with the direct stabbing of Huangfu Yuran. A clever rotation dodged Huangfu Yuran's knife and passed by Huangfu Yuran. Yu Jie gathered Zhenyuan to the fan and knocked Huangfu Yuran on the shoulder.

Huangfu Yuran only felt a pain in his left shoulder, and a true element that did not belong to him entered his body and raged in his body. There was a pain in the meridians in the body, and the body fell uncontrollably. With a bang, Huangfu Yuran's body smashed a big hole on the ground, stirring up a piece of smoke and dust.

Yu Jie slowly fell down, stood not far away, looked at Huangfu Yuran lying in the big pit, and whispered, "Is it so easily defeated? I, Yu Jie, don't think you are so weak! Stand up and continue!"

How could Huangfu Yuran, who survived under the attack of killing gods, fall in his own blow? Yu Jie would not believe such a ridiculous thing.