"Seven rings and eight fists!"

With a cold snort, Ning Chuan also knew that this was not the time to hide, so he didn't continue to dodge, but clenched his fists and blasted out a set of punches one after another, facing those big knives that slashed straight over.

"Bang dang!"

The sound of seven bangs and eight fists sounded, breaking the silence of the night sky, and when the sound of the explosion collided with the blades of the Yin Soldiers, there was a heavy collision.

Ning Chuan's fist, the strength is not a joke, the seven fists blasted the seven Yin soldiers out, and the remaining three Yin soldiers' big knives have already slashed down towards Ning Chuan's head, the blade has not yet fallen, but Ning Chuan has already felt the chill on the blade.

Of the three people in the field, the most worrying one was Gu Lao, who was watching quietly on the side, he clenched his fists, his eyes didn't dare to blink, and he quietly watched the scene in the battle.

He couldn't see the movements of the two of them clearly, but he didn't want to miss a second, and now, he also felt how dangerous Ning Chuan's situation was at this time, and the assassin was even more nervous when he was already nervous!

"Brush!"

Just when Gu Lao was about to cry out, Ning Chuan's figure suddenly flashed and disappeared in front of Gu Lao's eyes in an instant.

At this moment, Ning Chuan released his most extreme speed, and he jumped out of the encirclement of three Yin soldiers in an instant like a rabbit!

"Brush, brush, brush!"

At the same time, Ning Chuan appeared behind the three Yin soldiers, his fist with golden Yuan Force, and he blasted down without hesitation.

This is a life-and-death battle, if Ning Chuan doesn't rush out of the encirclement of the Yin soldiers, then what awaits him will be death!

"Squeak......

The fists fell almost at the same time, and there was a piercing sound from the three Yin soldiers, and Ning Chuan's fists seemed to have landed on the entity, instantly slamming the three Yin soldiers on the ground!

"Kick!"

One foot on the ground, but it was like a mountain stepping on it, and within a radius of hundreds of meters, all of them were shaken.

"Demons, retreat, or you will be killed!"

Shrouded in golden light, Ning Chuan was like a god descending into the world, aiming to liquidate all the evil forces in the world, and his voice also contained a strange magic power, which made those Yin soldiers who originally wanted to rush up again, stop.

Ning Chuan's voice not only contained the secret of breaking the heavens, but also carried this mysterious breath inside, and this sound temporarily pulled back the consciousness of those Yin soldiers.

"Squeak......

Seeing that the one hundred and eight Yin soldiers were about to be broken, the ghost cultivator was anxious, and his divine sense dragged the one hundred and eight Yin soldiers, wanting to regain control.

However, it was good that he didn't move, and now these Yin soldiers were all lying on the ground, and the long knives in their hands also fell to the ground.

They had no heads, but they fell to the ground and rolled over and over in pain.

"I said I was a Divine Consciousness cultivator, but you didn't believe it, and now you are considered unlucky!"

With a sneer, Ning Chuan took out the jade flute again, the last time he was injured, he was not sure of defeating the ghost cultivator, so he even deceived the ghost cultivator to the past, but this time, Ning Chuan had already recovered to the peak state, and he still had the strength to fight!

"Hmph, do you want to do this again?"

However, the ghost cultivator who was deceived last time would never believe Ning Chuan's words again this time, and after sneering, black qi continued to emerge from his body, wanting to take over the Yin Soldier again.

Even though the one hundred and eight Yin soldiers fell to the ground and kept rolling, the ghost cultivators didn't want to let them go in the slightest.

"Where does the soul go, Banzhu and tears ......"

With a soft mutter, Ning Chuan slowly closed his eyes, put the jade flute against his mouth, and completely immersed himself in his own world.

The next moment, a leisurely whisper sounded in the dark forest, and a sad feeling slowly spread from him.

At this time, Ning Chuan, as if he was a sad old man, was telling his life and past, and this song was played to his past comrades-in-arms!

"Ahh

The sound of the flute came from a long time, and the ghost cultivator screamed instantly, as if he felt that there were thousands of needles in his mind pierced him, which made him unbearable!

I haven't experienced this feeling for decades.

"You brought it on yourself!"

Ning Chuan naturally knew the reaction of the ghost cultivator, but the sound of the flute still did not stop, not only that, but Ning Chuan knew the mysterious breath in the sea, but he was even more excited to integrate into the jade flute.

"Buzz!"

Xuan Xi operated, and the attack of the flute became more powerful, and after a buzz, the jade flute in Ning Chuan's hand was gradually surrounded by a cyan soft light, and the ghost cultivator had already fallen to the ground, begging for mercy.

Compared with the ghost cultivators, the one hundred and eight yin soldiers were much calmer, and in the song, with a bit of quietness, gradually calmed their minds, and the sound of the whistle was more like the call of their hometown, slowly recovering their senses.

The black qi in the Yin soldiers' bodies gradually dissipated, and the armor and long knives on their bodies were slowly consumed by the sound of Ning Chuan's flute, and soon, one by one, naked souls were separated from the Yin soldiers.

"No!

The ghost cultivator on the ground was still struggling, but it was a pity that he was now suppressed by Ning Chuan's flute, as if he would be able to do it in the next moment, even if he was unwilling to solve all the hundred and eight Yin soldiers, he could only watch.

"Hmph, unrepentant!"

Ning Chuan snorted coldly in his heart, the song did not stop, and Xuan Xi slowly condensed into a big palm in mid-air, and slapped towards the ghost cultivator!

"Boom!"

As this palm fell, Ning Chuan completely broke off the connection between the ghost cultivators and the one hundred and eight yin soldiers, and those yin soldiers also turned into pure souls and quickly retreated to the side.

"Ahh

Ghost Xiu's screams sounded again, this time, he screamed not because Ning Chuan's attack was too strong, but because his connection with the One Hundred and Eight Yin Soldiers was completely broken, and he suffered a backlash.

As soon as the song was over, Ning Chuan's flute gradually stopped, he looked at the one hundred and eight souls standing on the side, and said in a deep voice: "You guys withdraw from the side first, and when I solve it, I will surpass you!"

The Divine Consciousness Cultivator is the existence that everyone fears in the entire cultivator world, but now, Ning Chuan has used his Xuan Breath to save more than a hundred souls trapped in the hands of the Ghost Cultivator.

As long as there is a good heart in the heart, even the power of evil can be used to save people.

If it was under normal circumstances, it would be absolutely impossible for Ning Chuan to do it, but just now Ning Chuan seized the opportunity of the Yin soldiers to fight back and took the opportunity to add a fire.

It can be said that now these souls can be liberated, and their unyielding also accounts for most of the credit.

The sound of the flute subsided, and the ghost cultivator was blown to pieces by the big palm just now, but if it was said that he could be killed so easily, it was absolutely impossible.

The black qi gradually gathered, and the ghost cultivation took shape again, he glanced at Ning Chuan resentfully, and said coldly: "Very good, I have consumed one hundred and eight yin soldiers, and when I kill you, I will refine you into my yin general!"

"You won't have a chance. ”

Ning Chuan shook his head and replied lightly to the words of the ghost cultivator, the heaven-breaking formula in his body was running, and the blood dragon ascended to heaven as if it was about to boil, as if it would break through his body at any time.

Such a strong blood qi shocked the ghost cultivator, and now he felt that Ning Chuan dared to come here, he definitely had the ability.

And those dead souls standing on the side couldn't withstand Ning Chuan's aggressive momentum, and retreated far away.

The soul of the dead is a cold thing, and Ning Chuan's body is like a furnace now, if they get close, maybe they won't wait for dawn, they will be burned to death by the masculinity on Ning Chuan's body.

"I like this body very much, maybe I can be reborn through your body!"

After calming down a little, Ghost Xiu sneered and said, but this sentence reminded Ning Chuan of the giant mouth sea lion on the ocean.

If it weren't for the Giant Mouth Sea Lion, he wouldn't have ended up like this!

"Uhh

Without warning, Ning Chuan roared angrily, the essence in his eyes shot out at the same time as his body, and he was running Luo Yanbu with all his strength, and his speed was terrifying, Rao is ghost cultivation was as powerful as this, but under Ning Chuan's sudden attack, he was still really blown away.

"My body...... It's mine! Anyone who dares to attack my idea will die!"

Punch after punch, Ning Chuan once again unleashed the Seven Rings and Eight Fists, only this time, with Ning Chuan's anger, the Seven Rings and Eight Fists directly tore through the void, bringing out one after another Void Cracks, these attacks, compared to the attack just now, I don't know how much stronger!

A strong man is a strong man after all, after the ghost cultivator was blasted out by Ning Chuan, although he looked confused, he quickly reacted, and the black yuan force continued to emerge, enveloping him in it, looking at it from a distance, it was like a cloud of smoke.

These forces are definitely much stronger than the power of Shang Ning Chuan, and the Seven Rings and Eight Fists have been exerted to the extreme, but the bombardment above the black mist has slowly dissipated.

This feeling, as if all the power was on cotton, was of no use.

"The strength is indeed good, but if that's all there is, then tonight will be your night of death!"

After the ghost cultivator dissolved the seven rings and eight fists, the floating sound came again, but this time, Ning Chuan was not interested in this kind of trick of pretending to be a ghost.

No matter how nice the ghost cultivator in front of him is, he will kill him at all costs.

"Ghost Blade!"

As if he also felt Ning Chuan's love and ignorance, Ghost Xiu no longer talked nonsense with Ning Chuan, he snorted lightly, and the black qi on his body gradually turned into a dark purple scythe, which was held by Ghost Xiu in his hand.

On top of the scythe, there was also a layer of black Yuan Force, like a flame, burning, but the aura emitted by the black Yuan Force was not scorching, but a chilling coldness.

"Ning Chuan, be careful, don't be careless, it's up to you whether we can go back or not!"

At this time, Gu Lao's voice came, and Ning Chuan's calm appearance made him feel that Ning Chuan was careless, although he didn't want to disturb Ning Chuan, he still had to say more.