The evening breeze, the leaves fall, and the tiger Yunlie of Shushan stood at the highest point of Longhu Mountain overlooking the barriers under layers of care, feeling melancholy. The Demon Cult read out the declaration of war, and reinforcements would come continuously, but he could not ask for help.

Before leaving, the head of the sect once boasted that only five people were needed in Haikou, enough to deal with the situation of Longhu Mountain. But who would have thought that the other party would actually use the Thousand-year Holy Land of Shushan as a rocker for the attack. What should we do? The unknown Blood Sword, an inexplicably powerful opponent, and an unpredictable reinforcement, have he been killed?

"Swish" a beam of light pierced the long night, which was the roar of the spirit-gathering bow, which looked much stronger than during the day.

Zhong Lirui shot an arrow and walked to the uncle: "I am too naive. The brute force cannot conquer the powerful sword spirit. If the stalker had not died, the spirit-gathering bow would never be the main focus, nor would it ever exert its true power." After a pause, Zhong Lirui smiled: "Speaking of it, those three people have achieved two amazing skills in a row."

"Yes, fortunately, you convinced your senior brother to win over those three people, otherwise Shushan would have been defeated."

"The potential of those three people is really endless. They are progressing so quickly that I even feel inferior to that of myself who claims to be talented."

"After all, he was the one chosen by Tianyu."

"I really look forward to their future performance."

"I won't talk about them anymore, Rui'er, do you think that Yin Changkong is a bit too strong today?"

"Rui'er felt a power similar to the Taoist technique of reversing the universe from him."

"The blood sword carved from a mold to the excessive Yin Changkong, there is something strange about the Demon Cult."

"What does Uncle Master mean?"

"We should not attack rashly. We should wait for the day when Baihu and Qinghu come out of seclusion, and attack inside and outside."

"Rui'er is afraid that the Demon Cult's reinforcements are coming continuously, and we..."

"If you take one step at a time, you will give up Longhu Mountain and retreat to the other side of Hutou Mountain."

"It's all because Rui'er took the wrong path."

"I will fight Yin Changkong again tomorrow."

"Do you still have to fight him?"

"I want to find out his powerful secret and lay the foundation for the war that follows."

At night, everyone in the Demon Cult hides deep in the dense forest, leaving only a dozen skeletons to guard the barrier. These skeletons are ghosts controlled by Yin Changkong. They are immortal and immortal, and their power cannot be underestimated.

Ghosts are simple souls, which are obviously different from the unjust souls confined by Qingniu. Because of their resentment, an unjust soul has an alternative entity, which can be attacked through entities. However, the ghost has no entity. He just failed to be reborn in time and the soul residing in the human world. Ghosts themselves have no attack power. People who operate ghosts are attracted by their possession. First, they refine powerful white bone weapons, and then let ghosts attach to them. By manipulating ghosts, they can then manipulate white bone weapons. Therefore, most ghost soldiers are skeleton people holding swords, swords, and skulls.

Yin Changkong changed into his close-fitting clothes again and covered his exposed arms. He emitted a different aura, which was easy to identify wherever he went. At this moment, he closed his eyes and rested directly above the barrier, and his body emitted a black solid light. Looking from a distance, it was very terrifying.

Uncle Yun stood at a high place and looked down at him. Suddenly he laughed. Zhongli couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with Uncle Master, is there anything wrong with it?"

Yun Lie waved his hand: "I just suddenly thought of something fun. I want to give the other party a big gift while it's late at night."

"Uncle Master..."

"You hold the spirit-gathering bow and hide it in the dark. If he comes up, he will shoot the cold arrow as soon as possible."

Zhong Lirui couldn't help frowning. He had heard that when the tiger in Shushan was fighting, he would revenge and was unrestrained. He didn't expect that he would still be like this when he was old, and he didn't know what he had to do.

Thinking of this in his heart, he obediently retreated into the darkness.

Uncle Yun's qi sinks into his dantian, spread his legs apart and his shoulders as wide as his shoulders, and his hands rise from the dantian. The lid of the wine gourd was opened, and a fairy sword like soft water flew out. This fairy sword is naturally Luo Ming, known as the strongest sword in the water system.

Luo Ming Sword is actually very similar to Xue Chen. It has been bound by the scabbard, otherwise it will hurt the innocent because of its great power. Luo Ming Sword's scabbard is actually the layer of flowing water outside it. Luo Ming Sword is the divine water from the sky. The scabbard outside is the dark water from the underworld. It is condensed with the power of immortals and just seals the water from the sky. Every time Uncle Yun wants to use its real power, he needs to remove the scabbard, which means shaking the water from the underworld.

Water is invisible and will not perish after being shaken. It is enough to recondensate.

This is the case at this moment. Uncle Yun slowly raised the sword blade, and the moonlight shone on the flowing water body, reflecting his calm face. His fingers were put together and gently stroked the sword body. As the fingers passed, the fluorescence on the sword blade gradually disappeared and turned yellow-brown. It was the color of the water of the sky. When the fluorescence was completely removed, the pouring water descended from the air. Uncle Yun gave a long guide to the distance, and the water turned into a long dragon and rushed to the barrier.

"Huh!" The first immortal sword in the water system is definitely not a false reputation. The water of the sword blade continues to surge, like a long river breaking dam, and the people of the Demon Cult hiding in the dark were washed away by the water and had to appear. A huge skeleton demon shadow appeared behind Yin Changkong, using his body to resist the collision of the water flow. Although the impact of the water was removed, it was still difficult for the body to not be soaked in the pervasive water.

Yin Changkong raised his head. Although his face was covered by a hood, it was not difficult to guess his anger at the moment. He only heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Scholar."

Yun Lie stood at a high place and continued to descend Luoshui, laughing: "It's too hot, I'll give you a bath."

It was late winter, and Yun Lie deliberately said that the weather was hot just to qi and qi. After he reminded him, Yin Changkong really felt a little cold, "Ah Yee Yee", sneezing violently.

Yun Lie was amused and laughed so happily. Although he was old, he was a naughty boy, and he acted casually and was willful. Yin Changkong held on for a while, but he couldn't stand it anymore. He retreated to the outside of the barrier, and Yun Lie could not reach it, raised his head and cursed fiercely: "The dead ghost Yun Lie has a kind of battle for three hundred rounds."

Yun Lie said: "Don't worry, I will compete with you tomorrow during the day. Today I underestimate the enemy and don't let the scabbard be apart. There is no such good thing tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." The people of the Demon Cult dodged away, and the four people responsible for maintaining the barrier were revealed. Yun Lie saw them and smiled knowingly, and said to himself: "There is really an unexpected gain. Rui'er, come over and see that those four people are not there. When I will involve Yin Changkong tomorrow, you can shoot them from a distance, and make sure that you will hit it with one blow."

All night, the splattered water was annoyed. The members of the Demon Cult showed fatigue after the sunrise, and the Yin Changkong was even more angry, shaking their bodies, shaking the frost condensed on their clothes.

"Damn, Old Man Yun likes children's tricks, childish, damn." He stood up, and the members of the Demon Cult who were resting stood up. The strict actions must have been rigorously trained. "Let's just withdraw here. Anyway, Old Man Yun has been busy all night and has to calm down."

Before he finished speaking, a loud noise came from a thousand meters away, the rocks shattered and the rolling smoke and dust flew into the air.

Yin Changkong's eyes were filled with blood. He looked at the man in the smoke and dust and said angrily: "Old man Yun, are you done?"

"Haha, you were so upset yesterday. We're very upset. Let's fight another match." Uncle Yun twisted his muscles and bones, moving his muscles and bones, full of vitality.

"You want to fight alone?" Yin Changkong said fiercely.

"You can go together, if you are not afraid of death."

"Okay, okay, you are relying on the recovery of Luo Mingjian and want to fight a protracted battle with me."

"Yes, you know very well."

"It seems that I can only stay with you to the end."

"Unless you abandon the barrier, you really have no chance to hide."

"You are very annoyed." The lingering voice lingered in his ears. Yin Changkong's body had become a phantom. When he appeared again, he arrived at the position where Uncle Yun was standing, and the ghost hand slashed from top to bottom, slashing the air on the ground, smashing the mountain beneath him to the sinking.

Uncle Yun appeared above his head, Luo Ming and the sword roared, Luo Shui formed a gentle sliver, Yin Changkong disappeared, Luo Shui lost his target, gently wrapped the broken mountain body in, and then swallowed it; Yin Changkong did not appear for a long time, and he didn't know where he went, Uncle Yun jumped out of the collapsed place, paid attention to the surrounding situation, noticed a strange look in the space, turned around and stabbed, and turned back and fell geese in a return wind and fell geese, which was extremely powerful, just stabbing the ghost hand that was attacking the sky in the middle of the Yin Changkong. With a "boom", the violent wave spread to all directions, and the air current rushed towards the people on both sides of the side who were standing in the distance to watch the battle. The latter felt like a level 10 typhoon passing by, barely stabbing the body.

Before the war started, Uncle Yun specially instructed the troops of several parties not to get too close, so as to let go and do something big, so as not to hurt his own people. Yesterday's battle, because of a moment of carelessness, Luo Ming never got out of the sheath, causing a passive situation. Today, he learned his lesson and tried his best to fight with the other party head-on.

The two of them cast space-based spells to the extreme, and their bodies appeared and disappeared from time to time. The airflow surged out with each counterattack, which made everyone stunned.

The showdown between top-notch strong men is hard to come by. Everyone makes room for them and shows their strengths to the fullest. Shao Baiyu opened his eyes wide, and the Apocalypse Eye followed the two of them, absorbing the essence of their bodies. His space technique is just beginning, and it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the showdown between top-notch masters.

The same was true for Shen Fei, staring at the two people flying up and down, greedily absorbing valuable knowledge.

The war spread, and Uncle Yun was gradually suppressed. The place where he appeared was repeatedly seen by the other party, and his body moved in a narrower and narrower range. Yin Changkong became more and more brave as he fought. The magic of shrinking into an inch was cast to the extreme. The changed figure always flashed away, as if it was real and illusory.

The junior brother, the number one in the world, was actually suppressed. Shen Fei, who was half of Uncle Yun's disciple, deeply felt the power of the Demon Sect.

In his sight, Uncle Yun could not keep up with Yin Changkong's speed. Under the suppression of the other party, the supreme skill of shrinking into an inch seemed to remain in place, still moving. The hoarse laughter of Yin Changkong filled Uncle Yun, "Old man Yun, I haven't seen him for many years, and his strength has not increased much. Why? This is not possible. I tell you that I still have many tricks that have not been used. Hahaha, hahahaha. If I kill you now, Longhu Mountain is at your fingertips, and you will be crucified on the pillar of shame of history with rash radicalism and disregard for the overall situation. Hahahahaha."

"Changkong, the winner is not decided. Are you proud too early? Your invasion of the Demon Sect has always had the upper hand at the beginning and returned in a defeat. Haven't you learned enough lessons yet?" Uncle Yun retorted unwillingly.

"A crushing defeat? My Holy Church has long been reborn under the leadership of the Holy Sect Master. Don't look at us from the previous perspective."

"Holy Sect Master? Even those of your level admire him so much?"

"The Holy Sect Master will surely lead the Holy Church to victory, achieve great achievements for all ages, and establish an ideal country that has never appeared in the world. Our saints have unshakable trust in him, and their power is limited. What they can do is to lay the foundation for the eternal cause with their flesh and blood."

"Oh my god, you have been completely brainwashed, and you can even say such nonsense."

"You are not allowed to insult our ideals." Yin Changkong lowered his body and appeared behind Uncle Yun's back. The ghost hand picked from bottom to top, piercing Yun Lie's heart in one fell swoop. Everyone exclaimed, unable to believe the facts in front of him. Shen Fei rushed forward desperately, but was stopped by Shao Baiyu. The latter did not speak and grabbed him tightly with his hands.

"Senior Brother." The man on the iron back roared, shaking the sky and the earth. The vajra penetrated into the mountain and fell down on his knees. He shouted in dismay: "Senior Brother!"

"Swish." The target was not Yin Changkong, but one of the four demon disciples who were in charge of the barrier. The four demon disciples merged with the barrier, and there was also a barrier seal on the surface of the body. The invisible arrow failed to shoot through them, but successfully attracted Yin Changkong's attention. At the same time, Uncle Yun's pierced body turned into a pool of blue deep water, and was separated. His real body appeared a hundred meters away. Luo Mingjian was not held in his hands, and he quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering words in his mouth.

"Water clone?" Yin Changkong was shocked because he noticed that he had fallen into the trap of Mr. Yun. Luo water dispersed in the air in a water molecule state quickly aggregated and condensed into a solid, wrapping himself in from the outside to the inside.

"What a despicable method. After so many years, you haven't changed at all, Yun Lie."

"Boom." The water flow wrapped around Yin Changkong bombarded from the outside and inward. His figure was blocked by Luoshui, and it was difficult to use the magic of shrinking the ground into an inch. He had no choice but to escape and fell into the bombing attack of water waves.
Chapter completed!