Zhong Ruan's eyes were as dark as ink, and his body was covered in black air. He slowly spoke: "It seems that I want to thank you. Based on my understanding of my junior brother, he would never kill you for no reason. There are chains on your body. This is something that Master must get back, so you can die. Don't worry, in order to thank you, I will make you die happily."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black air lingering around Zhong Ruan suddenly surged out, covering him in an instant.

Then, a gust of breeze blew, and the black air suddenly dissipated, and Zhong Ruan disappeared without anything.

Yang Feng's spiritual sense had long covered the surrounding area. The moment before the black air dissipated, he always thought that Zhong Ruan was hiding in the black air.

The next moment, in the void behind Yang Feng, a black aura suddenly condensed. Before it was completely formed, a long black knife stabbed from it and stabbed directly into his back.

Yang Feng thought about it, and the Chongshui Baohu suddenly appeared and blocked his back.

With a loud bang, the long black knife hit the heavy water treasure wheel, constantly rubbing with the treasure wheel, making a sound of Titicaca.

Zhong Ruan's figure slowly emerged in the black air, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The black air lingering on the black long sword condensed into tiny black steel needles, directly penetrated the heavy water treasure wheel along the tip of the knife, pierced Yang Feng's clothes, and shot towards his body.

At the critical moment, Yang Feng's whole body suddenly shone with golden light, and golden scales the size of copper coin appeared, covering his whole body.

There was only a series of crisp sounds, and the black steel needles hit the golden scales one after another, then shattered and turned into black gas again.

Yang Feng suddenly turned around, swept the long sword in his hand, and the green light shone out, and with one sword, he cut Zhong Ruan's body into two halves.

However, Zhong Ruan chuckled at Yang Feng, and his body began to fade and turned into a ball of black gas again.

Yang Feng was shocked, and a light flashed on his body, and instantly flew out a thousand meters away from the black gas.

Before Yang Feng could stop, he suddenly felt a coldness behind him, as if a poisonous snake was pressed against his back.

Yang Feng hurriedly pinched the magic trick, and the light from the protective body behind him penetrated his body, and immediately forced out the thing that was sticking to his back.

It was a black gas that was condensed but not dissipated like a living body. There were tiny tentacles on the surface, twisting wildly, constantly approaching Yang Feng, as if they wanted to penetrate into his body.

Yang Feng stretched out his hand, turned into a big green hand, controlled the black gas in the air, and carefully checked it, and was surprised to find that there was a trace of law power inside.

It was just because it was too weak that Yang Feng did not realize what the power of the law was. Fortunately, Yang Feng did not rashly remove the golden scales to prevent this thing from entering the body.

When Yang Feng was surprised, the void suddenly shook around the black gas, and a trace of black gas appeared, and Zhong Ruan's body once again appeared strangely.

At some point, the black cloth on Zhong Ruan's face had been removed, revealing a big face, opened his mouth and made a slight sound, and a black silk suddenly shot towards Yang Feng's face, at an astonishing speed.

The long sword in Yang Feng's hand slashed over and cut off the black silk thread immediately.

After the black silk thread was shortened, it turned into a black gas and dissipated.

When Yang Feng saw this scene, his brow frowned, and his toes stepped on the void, and his body retreated.

As a result, as soon as he stepped back, a black silk thread condensed and pierced in his original position.

"Sure enough, the same way as before will be reunited after the collapse." Yang Feng said in his heart.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a change occurred in front of him again.

The black line that had condensed again was actually connected to the long blue sword in his hand. With a flash of light, it suddenly rushed up along the sword body and shot into his palm.

Yang Feng felt a numbness in his palm and immediately focused his mind and looked in his body. However, except for the feeling in his palm, he did not feel any other abnormalities.

But the more this happens, the more uneasy he feels in his heart.

At this moment, his spiritual sense sensed that several auras rushed towards him, but he could not tell whether it was a person from the Puppet Sect or a person from Fengyu Tower.

Yang Feng frowned, after a moment of pondering, he waved his hands, but put away all the green sword and the heavy water treasure wheel.

Whether it is the people from Fengyu Tower or the people from the Puppet Sect, he plans to leave here first.

This great man's method is very strange, and he seems to be able to use some kind of fog law, but he cannot do his best here, so he is really at a disadvantage to be restrained.

Immediately afterwards, he pinched his magic tricks with both hands, and lightning flashed on his fingers, and silver arcs ejected out, condensing into a huge thunder and lightning magic array, covering him.

There was only a thunderous sound, and several silver arcs as thick as buckets emerged from the center of the thunder array.

In a flash, Yang Feng's figure disappeared in the thunder formation instantly, leaving only a faint smell of anxiety in the air.

"Hehe, it's interesting! Then let's play with you for a while!"

Zhong Ruan curled a smile at the corner of his mouth and said.

After saying that, his figure was once again shrouded in a black mist and dissipated.

...

On the other side, above the main island square.

The noise continued, but the movement was much smaller than before.

On the side of the Puppet Sect, all the puppets were almost completely destroyed and could not continue to participate in the war. More than half of the remaining surviving disciples had been killed or injured, and the huge circle originally surrounded was reduced a lot.

What is a little touching is that although these puppet sect cultivators were injured and had Qi Rong on their faces, none of them surrendered or surrendered or fled.

There was a hint of determination in everyone's eyes.

On the one hand, they are the loyal forces left by the sect after evacuating some core forces. On the other hand, they are all because they have relatives and descendants of the sect who are evacuated.

As long as those people are safe, they will naturally be without any scruples.

In contrast, the cultivators recruited by Fengyulou did not take much advantage. Not only did they die and suffer most of the casualties from the outside to the inside, but many of them left early like the Fire Ancestor. Therefore, the number of people left outside the square was not large at this time, and they were scattered in groups of dense green armored bean soldiers.

At this time the battle continued, and the pace of fighting between the two sides slowed down.

The people who came to Fengyulou to join the fight to survive until now are naturally not fools. They all understand that the rabbit's final counterattack before death is the most fierce. If it is forced too hard at this time, it will cause greater losses.

It would be better to hold a stalemate for a while and wipe out the last breath of the members of the Puppet Sect, and then easily make profits.

In this way, the bean soldiers laid by the scar-faced man became the main force to strangle the remaining cultivators of the Puppet Sect and rushed to the forefront of the encirclement.

Somewhere in the Puppet Sect's immortal cultivator, Song Yu's clothes were completely dyed black with blood, and the semi-wet clothes were pressed against his body, making his body look more delicate and orderly. Even the white earlobes that looked like pearls were covered with a red agate-like blood scab.

However, most of the blood on her body belonged to those immortal cultivators in Fengyu Tower. Among them, there were also many blood from the immortal cultivators of the Puppet Sect that were splattered from the side. Only a wound on her right arm was stabbed by a sinister immortal cultivator in Fengyu Tower.

The blow was originally heading towards her heart. At the critical moment, thanks to the peach talisman that Song Yi gave her, she only injured one arm and saved her life.

She retreated in the middle of the crowd and took the last pill to restore magic power. She silently contained the medicinal power, but she no longer had the initial panic and uneasiness.

Whether it was the pursuit of Bai Songshi, the ancestor possessed by the demon, or the battles experienced during his practice, they were small-scale and small-scale battles. Compared with the purgatory scene in front of him, it was simply too easy to make a living.

She has excellent qualifications and has experienced the changes in the family since she was a child. Her nature was not originally a young daughter. The bloody battle at this moment inspired a cold and resolute side of her character. After a series of fighting, she made her cultivation bottleneck that had been stuck in the same place a little loosened.

Song Yu believes that if she can spend this time safely, as long as she goes back to seclusion for more than ten years, she will be able to successfully break the situation.

However, can we still spend this time safely?

A trace of haze flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, among the dark clouds, a huge hole that was hundreds of feet wide was opened, stretching thousands of miles away, with a magnificent momentum.

In the void, the sword energy surged like a dragon rolling on the wall, stirring the energy of heaven and earth into chaos, constantly tearing the void, making deafening thunder sounds.

Through the void, you can see a snow lotus shadow that is so big that it cannot see the whole picture slowly rotates, lotus petals fly out, and white lights on it condense, as brilliant as stars, and shocking waves are coming from it.

A huge sword shadow was standing in the white light of the stars, constantly making a "crank" sound, but it was still unable to press down, and even more unable to break the snow lotus. The two were in such a stalemate.

Yunchang stood tall in the middle of the flower shadow, with her hands pinching her magic tricks, and a fascinating sing sound came from her mouth. A pink color rose in her eyes, and her whole body seemed to be shrouded in a hazy morning light and flower shadows, which made people fall in love with each other and forget themselves.
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