The black-robed man on the left flashed a cold glint in his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and a three-foot-long black wooden stick appeared in the palm of his hand, and threw the wooden stick into the air, and in the crackling sound, a red flame of the size of a skull flew at both ends of the wooden stick, and the flames slowly rose, and after a while, the surrounding scenery became clearly recognizable.

The man on the right reached out and threw the storage bag from his waist, and between the flickering lights and shadows, two black bats with wingspans flew out of the storage bag, and the green demon eyes looked left and right, squeaking and screaming and flying into the distance.

The two men in black glanced at each other, and while urging the flying sword to fly slowly behind the burning torch in the air, they each took out a pitch-black ball the size of a walnut from their sleeves.

After the tea time, the flames from the "torches" grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the thick night within a hundred feet of the place where the two men had passed.

In the distance, there was a sudden terrible cry of a night owl, a black light and shadow flew by, and a sound of gold and iron resonance came, and a black strange blade with two sharp ends hit the "torch" in the air, the "torch" was broken in two, and the flames exploded in the air, and then, like brilliant fireworks, rose and annihilated.

Unexpectedly, the tall bodies of the two black-clothed figures following the "torches" also collapsed and disappeared, and only the two black flying swords under the feet of the "two" were still suspended in the air.

"Night Stalker, what are you doing?"

An angry shout rang out more than 2,000 feet away from the flames.

"A pair of fools, the surname Cui has already fled, and you two are still sleepwalking here stupidly? You'd better put away these tricks and go back to the city as soon as possible!"

An icy voice rang out in another place.

In the darkness of the night. Behind the two boulders a hundred feet apart, a black humanoid ball of light emerged from each other, and wriggled with the light. The figures of two men in black appeared, looked at each other from a distance, and walked to the middle, their eyes showing a trace of chagrin and disappointment.

At this moment, a silver flywheel the size of a head silently floated behind a man in black, and the silver wheel only flashed slightly, and the man's head had already flown high and separated from his body, which was weird. But not a drop of blood spurted out of his neck.

The other man in black suddenly changed his complexion, let out a scream from his mouth, raised his left hand, and a black ball the size of a walnut flew out of his hand, whistling and flying towards the headless man opposite, at the same time, he jumped and flew backwards.

In the distance, two black bats squeaked and squeaked and flew towards their master, and the Cold Moon Wheel circled in the air and flew back. Lightning struck one bat in the belly, and without pausing, headed for the second.

The man's body was like electricity, and he had escaped dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye. With a move of his right hand towards the air, a black flying sword suspended in the air flew over with a scream, but he didn't expect it. The mutation regenerated, and a crystal-clear scimitar suddenly appeared on the man's side. Slashed diagonally, and the man only felt a chill in his waist. The body has been broken in two, but it still maintains the posture of flying backwards.

An earth-shattering bang sounded, and the black ball burst in the air, and a cloud of crimson light instantly filled the space with a radius of dozens of acres.

In the man's eyes, Zuihou saw his brother's body turned to ashes in the flames of light, and the killer who killed his brother did not appear at all.

The flame of light was particularly conspicuous in the dark night, and it could be seen clearly from dozens of miles away.

At a distance of three or four hundred zhang from the light flame, a gray-robed monk stood quietly above a gray cloud in the air, his face gloomy and motionless, his yellow-brown pupils shining like the eyes of a nighthawk, looking left and right, as if he could see all the scenes in the night.

Around this person, two four-foot-long black strange blades were circling and flying, the strange blades had no handles, the two ends were pointed, and a blue spar was inlaid in the middle, shining with a cold glow.

Butterfly clothes flashed out from the side of the man who had been cut in two, snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind, a sweet smile hung on the elf-like face, a long silver hair glittered in the light of the fire, and the transparent wings slowly spread through the clothes behind him, turning into more than a zhang long. In his right hand, he held a crystal clear narrow scimitar, and with his left hand, he grabbed the two storage bags hanging from the man's waist and grabbed them in his hand.

Then, he looked in the direction of the gray-robed man, blinked his blue watery eyes, raised his slender jade hand, and the crystal-like scimitar flew out of his hand, flying towards the gray-robed man, flashing, turning into a transparent filament of light and disappearing into the void.

Seeing Dieyi's face and the pale silver wings behind him, the gray-robed man couldn't help but shudder, his pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, and he whispered in his mouth: "Jade Rakshasa."

From such a distance, the gray-robed man could still clearly see the mockery on Dieyi's face, and let go of his divine sense, but he couldn't detect the mana fluctuations in Dieyi's body, let alone where the crystal-like transparent scimitar went.

The gray-robed man's already pale face became even paler, and the wide sleeves of his robe waved outward, and his body flew high silently like a big bird, and suddenly, it was fifty or sixty feet away.

Two strange blades whizzed and flew away behind the man.

Facing a legendary otherworldly creature and the "Cui Tianjun" who has been hidden so far, this Yuanying monk felt a chill in his heart, and retreated without a fight.

"Is that all there is to it?"

A young man's voice sounded in the gray-robed man's ears, and a cloud of white light appeared out of thin air dozens of feet away in front of him, as if he had already calculated that this person would escape from here.

"Cui Tianjun" appeared in the air in a white robe, just blocking the path of the gray-robed man's forward, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, his right hand shook, a snow-bright long sword flew out of his hand, and disappeared into the void, and the next moment, the sword shadow with blue light flashed in front of the gray-robed man, and the distance of dozens of zhang seemed to not exist.

The shadow of the sword came, and a cold and piercing chill had already struck in advance, and the gray-robed man couldn't help but shiver again, and with a movement of his mind, one of the two strange blades jumped high and blocked in front of the long sword.

With a "dang" sound, the black strange blade and the tip of the long sword collided together, shattered in two, and flew to both sides. The sword only slowed slightly in the air, and then stabbed into the chest under the gaze of the gray-robed man.

The gray-robed man only felt a slight coolness flashing, and the long sword had already passed through his chest.

A piercing cry came from the mouth of the gray-robed man, and he looked at the hole in his chest in disbelief, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

The cool breeze behind him blew lightly, and the crystal scimitar from the butterfly clothes flashed and flew between the belly of the gray-robed man, and the blood burst out, although it did not cut the gray-robed man in two, but completely destroyed the body.

The wings behind the butterfly clothes fanned, and the figure was like a wisp of wind, and suddenly it was not far to the left side of the gray-robed man, and the light in his left hand flashed, and a second scimitar was born out of thin air.

The two opponents can hide out of thin air, elusive, and the mana seems to be unfathomable, the law body is destroyed, the gray-robed man was horrified, he didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and slapped his backhand at the Tianling Gai, the sleeve of the robe in his right hand shook, and a colorful light flew out of the sleeve, turning into an arm-thick and colorful strange snake in the air, rushing towards the water, the strange snake hissed from its mouth, and after flying out of more than ten zhang, the speed increased again.

At the same time, another strange blade swirling around the gray-robed man's body slashed at Dieyi like lightning.

A cloud of white light rose from the gray-robed man's head, and this person's heavenly spirit lid was wide open, and a fist-sized dazzling light ball flew out, and in the light cluster, an inch-sized Yuanying villain was full of hatred, and stretched out two small hands to grab the gray-robed man's body that fell to the ground.

Two storage bags, one large and one small, suddenly flew towards the villain.

The little man was about to grab the two storage bags in his hands, but the wind was whistling in the distance, and the cold moon wheel flew with a dazzling silver light, and the crescent moon inlaid in the wheel whined, and it looked like it was about to hit the villain's body.

The villain's pupils shrank, his hands waved back hard, and with a muffled "bang", the white light flashed, and the figure had reached more than a hundred zhang away, dodging the cutting of the cold moon wheel in time, and did not dare to think about retrieving the storage bag, driving a ball of white light to escape into the distance, as if teleporting, and more than a thousand zhang away between breaths.

With a wave of his hands, he was about to teleport again, but unexpectedly, a black tiger with a body length of two feet silently appeared behind him, opened his bloody mouth, swallowed the Yuanying villain into his abdomen, chewed it a few times, and a pair of copper bell-like eyes still revealed an unfinished color.

Seeing the colorful strange snake hissing and screaming and flying over, Shui Sheng did not dodge or dodge, his right hand stretched out like lightning, and one palm instantly turned red gold, just pinching the seven inches of the strange snake.

The strange snake struggled desperately, but could not break free, a fierce light flashed in the blood-red eyes, and with a "whoosh" sound, a thin dark green liquid squirted out of its mouth, rushing towards the aquatic noodle door, and a fishy smell came with the liquid.

The distance was too close, seeing that the venom was about to reach the aquatic face, the aquatic mouth opened, spewing out a cloud of colorful light, and the dark green venom suddenly turned into a black mist in the light, and scattered away, but the aquatic brain was slightly dizzy, snorted coldly, and pinched the strength of the right hand of the strange snake seven inches increased sharply.

The strange snake rolled its eyes and fainted, and its body, which was tightly coiled on one of Shui Sheng's arms, suddenly softened.

After a moment of silence, Shui Sheng reached out and took out a spirit beast bag from the storage bag on his waist, and put this strange snake in, this snake does not seem to be simple.

Dieyi had already grabbed the gray-robed man's two storage bags, one large and one small, in his hands and flew towards the aquatic life.

"Fellow Daoist, have you seen enough, it's time to come out and meet, right?"

Shui Sheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the dark night in the distance, and the five-colored light in his pupils flashed.

This chapter is over, to be continued, I wish you a happy reading! (To be continued......)