Lama Yinyue spared no effort this time.

There was a click.

At this moment, Chen Yang's hands suddenly shrank into his sleeves.

Lama Yinyue slashed at Chen Yang's sleeve. Chen Yang took advantage of the situation and his sleeve immediately wrapped around Lama Yinyue's sword.

Lama Yinyue used his strength and cut off Chen Yang's sleeves.

The moment it was cut off, the sword sank.

Chen Yang's arm suddenly shot out like a dragon and punched Lama Yinyue on the shoulder.

With a bang, Lama Yinyue's whole body flew out, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Chen Yang's eyes sparkled with sternness, he recalled Xuanyuan Sword with one hand, and said coldly: "Yinyue, you should die."

At this time, Chen Yang was too lazy to talk nonsense to Yinyue.

Yinyue suddenly withdrew the Tao word, and in an instant, all the magnetic field power returned to normal.

Yinyue jumped up and took out the dragon blood sword. The dragon blood sword suddenly flew out, picked up the horse and shot towards Chen Yang.

Chen Yang also took out the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and with two bangs, the Dragon Blood Sword flew out.

Lama Yinyue was naturally not interested in fighting at this time, so he turned around and ran out.

Chen Yang followed closely behind.

The Dragon Blood Sword has returned to the hands of Lama Yinyue.

Soon, Chen Yang came to the spacious deck chasing Lama Yinyue.

"Little thief Chen Yang, do you think you can kill me?" Lama Yinyue gritted his teeth and said, "Can you cut off the Tantric sect?"

Chen Yang said coldly: "I don't think this kind of cult still needs to exist. Do you think you still have a chance to survive today?"

Lama Yinyue sneered and said: "It is still unknown whether the poor monk has a way out. But if you delay it any longer, the four female donors who have been hit by Huanxisan will explode and die!"
Chapter completed!