With all their thoughts, they almost wanted to run away without thinking about it.

The general trend has gone, when will you not run away at this time?

Feng Jiu, who was halfway up the mountain, saw that the two of them were fleeing in two directions, his eyes were cold, and while flying up, he untied the chaotic sky silk on his waist with one hand and attacked one of the Yuanying monks.

"Bundle!"

With a clear drink, the seven-foot-long Chaotian Ling flew out as if it had a spiritual spirit, flying out from the halfway up the mountain and heading straight towards the Yuanying Evil Cultivator, almost a few breaths behind the Yuanying Evil Cultivator, Chaotian Aya scurried, and actually wrapped around the opponent's body at lightning speed, binding her tightly.

"Ahh

The Yuan Infant Evil Cultivator didn't expect that he would be tied up by a red silk in a panic and flee for his life, and he was struggling to break it at the moment, but the more he struggled, the tighter the red silk tied to her became.

The red silk wrapped around her body like a big snake, so that she couldn't even breathe, and the red silk that was still tightening almost made her barely need any strength, let alone struggle to break the red silk.

And at this moment, a sharp arrow pierced through the air and suddenly attacked, only to see that the tip of the sharp arrow still carried a fierce aura, and shot into the eyebrows of the Yuan Infant Female Cultivator with a sharp sound.

At the same time as the blood splashed out, the body fell down, but a blood-colored primordial infant rushed out of her body, panicked and wanted to escape, and then, the second sharp arrow shot out again, an arrow penetrated the body of the blood-colored primordial infant, and the sharp arrow flew through with a thud, and the primordial infant fell, just swallowed by the swallowing cloud that pounced on it.

Duan Ye and Ning Lang were stunned for a moment, looked in the direction of the archery, and saw that Song Ming was standing on the top of the mountain not far away, still holding a bow and arrow in his hand.

"Damn! What kind of treasure is he? It doesn't look like your average bow and arrow. ”

Ning Lang said curiously, staring at the bow and arrow in Song Ming's hand, and found that the arrow shot out automatically flew back into his hand as if it had spirituality, and he was even more sure that it was definitely a magic weapon-level treasure.

"Bang! Woohoo! Bang! ”

The sound of battle over there was heard, drawing the attention of several people. I only saw Feng Jiu fighting with the remaining Yuan Infant Female Cultivator, and that Yuan Infant Evil Cultivator knew that he was in a catastrophe, so he almost unreservedly wanted to fight to the death.

At this moment, she no longer had the luxury of killing the other party, she just thought that it was already very good to be able to save her life, but the more she fought the more she felt that the other party belonged to the more courageous type she fought with, it can be said that this red-clothed young man named Feng Jiu was born a fighter.

His speed is extremely fast, his shots are tricky and ruthless, he doesn't look like a monk in the middle of Jindan at all, but like an old monster at the peak of Yuanying, which makes people feel frightened.

The battle between the two affected the surrounding ground, and the surging sword qi collided with each other, knocking out deep pits on the ground, dust and smoke flew, and the strong airflow formed an air pressure and spread out.

"It's time to finish."

Feng Jiu's voice was cold and filled with murderous intent, and the Yuanying Evil Cultivator was still thinking about how to escape, when he saw the red clothes coming, and instantly appeared in front of her, the green blade sword that glowed with green light slashed towards her with the breath of death.

At that moment, her whole body seemed to be shocked by something, and she couldn't move and froze in mid-air, until the Qingfeng Sword split her in half......