Unwilling to wait too much time, with a move in his hand, the sword made a light sound, turning into a clear light and slashing towards the light curtain again.

"Boom..."

Zhao Cheng's sword slashed on the light curtain again, and suddenly made a muffled sound. Then the light curtain trembled violently, and the entire light curtain became unstable.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the five bald men in black in the light curtain changed, and they slapped their hands forward, and a black light burst out from their palms and entered the light curtain.

As the black light entered the light curtain, the light curtain that was originally about to dissipate was stabilized again, but it was significantly dimmer than before.

"snort."

Zhao Cheng let out a cold "hum" from the corner of his mouth, and he directly slashed at the light curtain again.

If one sword cannot be cut, then two swords will not be cut. If two swords cannot be cut, then three swords will be cut...

Zhao Cheng wanted to see that this light curtain could withstand several swords of his own.

With more than 30 Canglan Sword Sects constantly casting spells and attacks, and Zhao Cheng, a master of Ningyuan Realm, continued to slash his sword, half a quarter of an hour later, the light curtain could not bear it. After a sway, it finally broke.

As soon as the light curtain was broken, Zhao Cheng rushed forward with the sword first and directly rushed towards the five bald men in black.

The other disciples of Canglan Sword Sect also killed them with their respective weapons.

The four old Taoists who followed Cheng Yuren were about to take action, but were stopped by Cheng Yuren.

When Cheng Yuren stopped him, the four old Taoists couldn't help but show a hint of doubt in their eyes. After all, although these demon disciples were still resisting at this time, they were already showing signs of decline based on the situation in front of them. At this time, it was the time to get meritorious.

"Let's leave."

Cheng Yuren said softly, and his figure flashed, but he retreated.

Although the four old Taoists were a little reluctant, they would not resist Cheng Yuren's orders and followed Cheng Yuren closely.

Zhao Cheng, who was fighting with five bald men in black, seemed to notice something, and his eyes couldn't help but sweep towards Cheng Yuren. When he saw that Cheng Yuren not only did not come forward to kill the enemy, but also retreated backward, he couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"I was thinking about what method to take you, but I didn't expect you to give me a handle. When I kill all these demon disciples, I will have a reason to kill you with your retreat in the face of the battle." Zhao Cheng sneered a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and then he turned his head and focused on fighting against the five bald men in black.

"Young master, now we have the advantage. It will probably not take long to kill all these demon disciples. The young master retreats at this time, and if he gets guilty afterwards..."

The scar-faced Taoist followed Cheng Yuren and spoke carefully.

Cheng Yuren looked back at the old Taoist and sneered: "Then we'll talk about it when they can come back alive."

When the four old Taoists heard this, they couldn't help but feel trembling, but they were still more confused. Along the way, Cheng Yuren seemed to be very afraid of the demonic power in Yanjing Imperial City. It seemed that there were very powerful demonic masters in it. However, judging from the current situation, the demonic power in the imperial city was defeated step by step under the attack of the disciples of Canglan Sword Sect. It probably won't take long for the demonic power in Yanjing Imperial City to be pulled out. If there were really any demonic masters in Yanjing Imperial City, why didn't they take action yet?

Cheng Yuren did not explain much about the doubts in the hearts of the four old Taoists.

"kill!"

A light shout suddenly came out at this time. The four old Taoists couldn't help but turn around, but saw that the deacons who led the team had already fought with five bald men in black with swords. The sword in Zhao Cheng's hand burst out with a cold light. The five men in black were in danger under the attack of Zhao Cheng alone.

"Peng."

A muffled sound came out, and a bald man in black was slapped to the ground by Zhao Cheng's palm and died immediately on the spot.

As a bald man in black fell down, the other four bald man in black lost even more. Under Zhao Cheng's offensive, there were dangers. Judging from this situation, the remaining four bald man in black could not hold on for too much time.

"Young master, judging from this situation, these demon disciples will be wiped out soon. Should we go back..."

The scar-faced Taoist couldn't help but speak again when he saw this scene.

Cheng Yuren ignored the words of the four old Taoists, but his pace of leaving seemed to be getting faster and faster.

Seeing Cheng Yuren leave so quickly, the four old Taoists had no choice but to follow closely. When they left, the four old Taoists had already faintly heard the screams of the last few bald men in black. Obviously, under Zhao Cheng's attack, the four bald men in black men in the late stage of foundation building did not last long.

Cheng Yuren's pace was very fast and he soon came to the first light curtain. When he arrived here, Cheng Yuren almost never thought about it. He broke a hole in the light curtain with his palm, and his whole body was sank into the light curtain.

Seeing this, the four old Taoists could only follow closely.

As soon as he came out of the light curtain, he saw a group of low-powered disciples of Canglan Sword Sect led by Zhou Xing.

When Zhou Xing saw that only Cheng Yuren and four old Taoists came out, he couldn't help but frown.

"Why are you the only ones coming back, Deacon Zhao Cheng and other senior brothers?"

A disciple of Canglan Sword Sect couldn't help asking when he saw Cheng Yuren and four old Taoists coming back alone.

Cheng Yuren ignored the disciple of Canglan Sword Sect, but looked at Zhou Xing and said, "Senior Brother, let's get up to Feiyu Tower and leave soon."

Hearing Cheng Yuren's words, Zhou Xing couldn't help but frown.

"What are you saying? Deacon Zhao Cheng hasn't returned yet. How can I leave?"

A disciple of Canglan Sword Sect couldn't help but shout.

Cheng Yuren looked at the disciples of Canglan Sword Sect who were talking, and then turned to Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing looked quite confused at this moment, but when he thought of Elder Zhou Letian's instructions before leaving, he had to obey Cheng Yuren's words, so he could only nod and said, "Okay."

"Deacon Zhou, how can we leave at this time? Deacon Zhao Cheng is still in the imperial palace."

A disciple of Canglan Sword Sect couldn't help but say loudly.

"We are besieged by the Demonic disciples. Senior Brother Zhao Cheng cut off the rear for us. We can only escape. Senior Brother Zhao Cheng is already dead at the hands of the Demonic disciples."

Cheng Yuren spoke lightly.

"But there was obviously a shout of killing inside, and I just heard the sound of Deacon Zhao Cheng killing the enemy." A disciple of Canglan Sword Sect couldn't help but speak.

"I guess you heard it wrong. Deacon Zhao Cheng had just been killed."

Cheng Yuren said lightly.

"I don't believe it."

A disciple of Canglan Sword Sect couldn't help but speak.

Cheng Yuren ignored him, but looked at Zhou Xing and said, "Let's climb to Feiyu Tower quickly. If you don't believe it, you can stay."

After saying that, Cheng Yuren took four old Taoists and flew towards the Feiyu Tower in the sky with Zhou Xing.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!