"It's the lord of the village!"

The great energy formation was broken, and the rebels of the martial arts who were defending the water village cheered loudly, and the morale rose sharply. The situation changed rapidly, and one rose and the other fell, and it was the current situation.

"Retreat! Encirclement and suppression operation was cancelled!"

After the saint's disciple collected the treasure scroll and issued a loud order, the pages of the books were rolling around, and the great spirit surged. A trace of auspicious clouds gathered under his feet, carrying him back.

The disciples of the Holy Sect who were fighting fiercely on the river bank heard the order and all shook their fingers and thoughts of the mantra. The aura of the great qi and armor she was mastering was transformed into invisible armored horses. The disciples all jumped out, turned over and rode on the horse's back, jumped out dozens of feet in the air, and ran back to the river bank. The horse's hooves stepped on the Asakusa and had already run away.

"These scholars' moves are very curious." Liu Fengmei said in surprise, turned her head and asked Yue Zhufeng again, "What should we do?"

Yue Zhufeng didn't say anything, but stared at the flying golden light flying far away. After the light dissipated, Zhou Tianxing suddenly exploded, like a golden cicada, turning into a sword light that was scattered, flew away, and roaring in the direction of his roar.

"It's that Zhou Yi!"

After raising his eyes and seeing the lightning-fast sword energy, Yue Zhufeng finally showed horror on his face, "How could he meet him again here?"

"Yue Zhufeng! You can see that it is Zhou Yi in your video!"

The blue-haired killer god escaped from the great energy array diagram, and saw the sword energy that escaped from the golden light. With just one glance, he could tell who this person was. His face turned cold and he shouted at Yue Zhufeng on the shore.

"It's him!" Yue Zhufeng replied hurriedly, and suddenly saw Li Jingwu flying away with his sword. He shouted quickly: "Brother Jingwu, don't be anxious. The Wulong Realm is going to chase him. We should wait for Mr. Hongchen to take charge and make arrangements!"

When he heard that it was Mr. Hongchen, Li Jingwu, who was about to pursue him directly, suddenly froze and turned around with a gloomy face and asked, "Are you scaring me?"

"How dare you? It's just that Mr. Hongchen's letter has arrived. He said that if Brother Jingwu wants to move lightly, no one can protect you when he goes back." Yue Zhufeng looked humble, but his eyebrows also showed disdain.

If I hadn't acted on order, wherever you like to die, wherever you want to die? When the Feixue Sword exploded, you wouldn't be anything? It's even putting a trick on me!

Liu Fengmei looked at all this calmly, carefully observed Yue Zhufeng's face, and found the disdain in it, but also saw the fear of Li Jingwu. She was careful and couldn't help but fall into deep thoughts.

As the large group of people evacuated, the martial arts veins of the Water Village rebelled and saw that the Wulong Village leader showed his true form. He ignored the guards of the village. He chased the horses running with wolves and tigers. However, most of the left-wingers in the sky were trembling with Li Jingwu and others. Seeing the Wulong spirit flying out of the water and chasing one person away. After thinking for a while, he suddenly saw that many sword immortals were still here, so he picked up the flying swords, summoned the magic weapon and went forward to continue the battle.

"Everyone goes to the other side, follow the owloon spirit first. Without the saints, we can't get it here." The battle situation was in chaos and Li Jingwu sent an order to everyone, and hundreds of sword immortals all controlled the sword. Chu Chen's red sun looked like a ray of light, and he chased the owloon.

"Cover the Great Village Lord!"

The left-wing Taoists also called for orders, carrying flying swords and killing the generals, and the magic weapons were flying all over the sky, and the scene was very chaotic.

"You send a letter to Mr. Hongchen and report your location at all times."

After leaving a cold sentence, Yue Zhufeng on the other side of Li Jingwu Sishui saw him flying away, his humble face finally became cold. After passing the letter expressionlessly, he gave a command backwards, and then flew up with a sword. Everyone followed him, but Han Meng did not move.

"Brother Meng, let's go!"

Liu Fengmei's voice came from the sky, and Han Meng frowned, just silent.

"Don't worry about him! He is not afraid of Wulong Village coming to kill him, let him go!"

After a few more comments, the sword light flew. Han turned his head and looked at Liu Fengmei's figure following Yue Zhufeng, leaving, and finally anger burst out in his eyes.

"You hook up with her in front of me, Yue Zhufeng, do you really think I am blind? And you, Zhou Yi, I won't take my revenge against me, Han Meng and your surname!"

After witnessing everything, Han Meng was not a fool no matter how reckless Han Meng was. He had long discovered that Liu Fengmei was calling him brother Meng, but she had already seen each other and had a little sex with Yue Zhufeng, but she had to endure this tone when facing Yue Zhufeng and his men.

"You'll blame you for all this, Zhou Yi!"

In anger, Han Meng finally couldn't help but roar to the sky. If it weren't for his inability to deal with Zhou Yi, Liu Fengmei wouldn't have hooked up with Yue Zhufeng. What is that Yue Zhufeng? Isn't he a grandson in front of the murderous man Li Jingwu?

"When I rise up, I will settle the score with you one by one!"

Han Meng's eyes were fierce, looking at the rippling water surface, clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled slightly. As he was gaze, a black pagoda slowly rose, and it looked extremely strange under the sunlight, and there seemed to be countless beauties dancing in the gauze, and the smell of blood was floating in the air without any silence...

...

"That oolong spirit is still chasing me?"

The Buddha light of the body-protecting pestle disappeared. After Zhou Yi escaped from it, he immediately joined his sword and fled far away. Without a mile, he suddenly heard the roar of dragons. He looked back and saw that not far behind him, a hundred-foot-foot-long erotic spirit was flying in the clouds and fog, and wind was coming under his claws. The red dragon eyes stared at him tightly and were rushing towards him.

Behind the Wulong Spirit, hundreds of sword lights flew in the sky, and behind him was another flying sword. The light of magic weapons flew around, hitting in the sky while rushing towards him.

"Human monk! I will destroy my blessed land, why don't you take my life quickly!"

"The black earthworm plays with mud! There are a bunch of things that I have found from your cave in Qiankun bag. If you say you can take your life, you will take your life. I will not be able to make any money!"

Facing the roar of the oolong spirit, Zhou Yi laughed loudly. If this old dragon could catch up with him, he would have died in the dragon claws. The sword immortal has always been famous for his flying sword escape light, so he is not so easy to chase.

However, although he was not afraid of the erotic, Zhou Yi was still a little cautious and observed the erotic spirit behind him from time to time. Once he found that the other party was approaching, he immediately replenished the erotic medicine and started to consume the true energy with all his strength. He had to get rid of the erotic spirit.

The white light was a little, and the stars followed. The sword energy of a squadruple flew away, and it actually threw the Oolong spirit apart. It was because this Oolong spirit was not good at escaping skills. Zhou Yi's seventh-level sword technique was not covered. If you really ran, it wouldn't really catch up with Zhou Yi for a while.

Swallowed a few Qi-nourishing pills in a row, and his magic power slowly recovered. Zhou Yi shook the gourd to store the pills, but there were not many left. The level of this Oolong Jing was a bunch of question marks. Although the Tengyun technique was a bit slag, Zhou Yi was really unable to compare with it than the protracted battle.

Looking around, Zhou Yi suddenly found that auspicious cloud was flying above the large forest, with pages rolling around and green hair flying. Seeing the familiar figure, the speed of flying was almost the same as that of himself. Zhou Yi couldn't help but sigh: It seems that the saints, like in their memory, also obtained a technique of high-grade level in the early stage.

Behind the saint, a group of great aura horses fell down through the woods. The group of martial arts veins rushed back and forth, and their speed was no less than that of the great aura horses.

Both sides were thriving long-distance raids, with fairy lights dancing and fighting constantly; dust was flying over the forest, which was a rare spectacular scene.

Looking at both places, people with extreme speed were leading the way. There were a lot of melee behind him. Zhou Yi suddenly felt heroic and thought that he could catch up with the progress of the saints' disciples at this early stage. His route was really smooth. He immediately turned his eyes and looked at the saints flying in the woods, and his plan was in his heart.

"That man's sword technique must be a high-level thing, otherwise how could I be almost the same as me..."

The black hair was flying, the pages of the book were rolling, and the disciple of the saint activated the auspicious cloud under his feet. His flying method was a derivative of the eighth-level martial arts technique. Its speed was so fast that even if it was a sword immortal system that was driving thousands of miles away from the sword technique, he would not be able to catch up with it without the sword technique above the sixth level.

"I want to see how fast you can be!"

The saint's disciple narrowed his eyes slightly, and activated his mighty energy with all his strength. The pages of the book suddenly shone brightly, and his speed rose sharply again, rushing to the front of everyone.

Looking back at the star sword light, the saint disciple suddenly saw the hundred-foot oolong spirit flying down roaringly, and his pupils suddenly shrank. The sword light had already flown behind him at some point.

"It seems that the saint boss has purged the power of Lu, and he will definitely be a hero in the future. Zhou Yi is alone and is chased by the evil dragon, so he can only come to surrender to the saint boss!"

There was a golden light behind him. While speaking, Zhou Yi had already searched with longan jade. The level of the saint's disciple was obviously higher than that of him, and only the other party's name was displayed.

The disciples of the saint were a little unhappy. It was not a polite thing to use searching magic weapons at will. The other party wanted to rely on him to deal with the oolong spirit. No matter how nice the words were, it would be a bargain. At that moment, Haoran rolled up his hands, and the seal characters as bright as stars radiated a powerful light, forming a huge Haoran array diagram and pressing backwards.

Blue dust particles floated up, and the sword energy surrounding the stars suddenly flashed, jumped over the formation map, and appeared in front of the saint disciples.

"Thank you, Saints, for your sake!"

Zhou Yi laughed loudly, and activated the sword energy with all his strength under the low-altitude sword. The low-altitude flight pressure was greatly reduced. There was no need to double the mana to maintain the fastest speed. All mana surged towards the speed of the increase, and the flight speed soared. He immediately threw the disciples of the saint behind him, threw everyone away, and flew towards the direction of the city.

"snort!"

The saint disciple snorted coldly, and this trick was not in his heart. When he turned around, he saw that the oolong spirit was just pounced on him, and the huge array of fury was pressing down. The claws of the oolong spirit touched, and immediately sparked a spark. The dragon roared and injured the big boss.

A towering city slowly appeared in front of Zhou Yi. The sword light flew away and immediately flew to the city gate. While putting away the flying snow sword, Zhou Yi also changed his clothes. He walked into the city wearing Wulong Village clothes and was simply looking for death. He quickly changed into a novice suit, and Zhou Yi got into the city.

Once you enter the city, what the Oolong Jing wants has nothing to do with him.

Li Jingwu held a green flying sword in his hand and jumped out of the crowd. The green light turned sharply, and he shook everyone away with two shaking steps. Looking at him, Zhou Yi's sword energy that protected the Taoist stars had flew farther and farther away, and the nameless fire rose in his heart.

The last time he was killed by Zhou Yi was just a mistake, but this mistake brought about a great humiliation. I saw Zhou Yi again this time, but it was only two days apart. However, this family got the sword technique from which they flew so quickly that it was beyond the reach of everyone.
Chapter completed!