The flat forest is deserted, and the cold smoke is like weaving.

Where is the return journey, the long pavilion is connected with the short pavilion.

At night, the cold is strong, the mountains are filled with fog, the woods are desolate, and the trails are sparse.

Ou Yangming's movements were agile, his figure was like a ghost, the road was lonely, he stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, the woods turned into an endless inky arc, connecting with the dim sky, spreading into the distance.

He clenched the blood-clotting spear with five fingers in his right hand and glided down the cliff.

Along the short, difficult trails, your knees sink into dead leaves with every step.

Ou Yangming galloped away, but now his location had been discovered by this group of believers.

This group of people besieged him like a sack that was quickly closed, and in his perception, the mountain range was full of dense sparks, blue and purple, blue was the spiritual power of spirit beasts, and purple sparks were all spiritual fluctuations emitted by Turin.

And in front of him, another spark was moving, countless times larger than the rest.

Ou Yangming knew in his heart that this was a powerhouse at the peak of the Spirit Realm, and what he did was to cut off Ou Yangming's way forward.

As long as he intercepts him, Ou Yangming will have no possibility of getting out.

He was silent, his toes tacting, and his body swept forward.

Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness: "Quick, here he is!"

More than a dozen mid-stage spirits and a late-stage spirit-stage powerhouse quickly surrounded him, this late-stage spirit-stage powerhouse had gray hair and wrinkles on his face, but there was blood in his eyes, and even more strange was the two pig-killing knives like arcs pinched in his hands, one blade was as thin as cicada wings, and the other blade was thick and simple, the old man licked his lips and roared: "If you catch it alive, you can't kill it." As soon as the voice fell, he pounced on Ou Yangming like a vulture, and the speed was the fastest, exceeding the distance of dozens of zhang from the others.

Ou Yangming's heart sank, knowing in his heart that there was only hope if he solved this trouble first, he suddenly turned around with a spear, let out a long roar, his voice did not fall, and his body had turned into a ray of light, and he slaughtered the strong man in the later stage of this spirit man.

The white-haired old man's face was happy, his feet were faster, and the pig-killing knife in his hand was hunting, and the cold light was overflowing.

Compared with him, Ou Yangming's momentum was not weak at all, the spear kept stabbing out, like a torrential rain hitting the plantain, crackling, a shot was faster than a shot, a shot was heavier than a shot, forming an impenetrable afterimage of the gun in front of him, his eyes were shining, the spear pushed forward, the spiritual power in the dantian exploded, and the shadow of the spear rolled forward like a monstrous wave in the river, where the shadow of the gun passed, the trunks, branches, leaves and even the stones all the items were dense as small holes like the eye of a needle, connected together.

Even when he saw such a majestic momentum, the white-haired old man's face still did not change in the slightest, and he snorted coldly and said, "Carving insect skills." ”

As soon as the voice fell, the two strange pig-killing knives swung downward, and after a flash of white light, the white arc directly cut the gun shadow in front of him from the middle, and this sharp power, even compared with the sharpness revealed by the star trace, was only a little weaker.

Ou Yangming's edge formed by the condensation of a hundred spears into one shot was blocked, and he was not discouraged. He quickly adjusted his mentality, took advantage of the rebound, and the spear drew a stunning circular arc, a sliding step, turning a sweep into a thorn, and another shot stabbed out.

The old man's face was still flat, and the blade in his hand was round, like a windmill, and he cut it with a knife.

The two knives and one shot collided together, and a huge force passed from the pig-killing knife to the old man's body, directly shocking the old man's tiger's mouth, blood flowing, his arm trembled, and a strange co-vibration erupted along the flesh and blood, and even the pig-killing knife in his hand was almost thrown out.

The white-haired old man looked extremely shocked, and secretly said in his heart, how is this possible.

For the first time, a solemn look appeared on his face, because he never expected that the power from Ou Yangming's spear would be so amazing, much stronger than himself, and there was a special inch that seemed to stir all the flesh and blood on his body together, and it took a lot of effort to suppress this co-shock force.

Isn't this little guy a mid-level spirit master? Why does he have such great power?

The ruthless look in Ou Yangming's eyes flashed, how could he let go of this opportunity.

The powerful spiritual power exploded, almost condensed into substance, and exhaled to probe: "Huh!" emitted a strange sound wave.

Suddenly, even the whistling wind in the night was stagnant, and the white-haired old man only felt that his head was sinking, his eyes were white, his head was dizzy, his head sank, and he was directly stunned for a moment.

It was only then that the old man's eyes regained their charm, but all the strength in his body had flowed out with blood.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he cursed: "Lord Demon God will definitely make your life worse than death!"

As soon as the words fell, his head tilted, and he had already swallowed his last breath.

All of this is a long time to say, but in fact, it all happened between the lightning and flint, from the white-robed old man rushing over, the two clashed, and then to Ou Yangming exhaling and probing, emitting a strange sound wave, which only added up to a few breaths, it can only be said that Ou Yangming is too decisive, every action is concise and powerful, and there is a plan. Of course, with the blessing of the "extremely luxurious" equipment of the Blood Condensation Spear of the Star Scar Suit Spear, Ou Yangming's strength was infinitely close to the late stage of the Spirit Being, and when used in conjunction with the strong spiritual power, it was not strange to kill an unsuspecting Spirit in the late stage.

Ou Yangming sighed in his heart, spiritual power and martial arts can be used together under special circumstances, and when the enemy is defenseless, he can really perform miraculous feats.

It was only at this time that the more than ten mid-stage Spirit Cultivators rushed over.

Dumbfounded, he said: "This kid used demon magic to kill all deacons and avenge all deacons, and the glory of the holy light is with us." ”

"Well, Lord Demon God is above, and he will definitely make this kid's life worse than death. ”

"Kill ......" this group of people came to kill.

And in Ou Yangming's perception, countless figures came towards him, and the spirit was unknown in the later stage.

He took a deep breath, his eyes were cold, and he secretly said in his heart, a quick decision.

The sky was full of light, a kind of strange spiritual treasure hit Ou Yangming, in the front was a white ball of light, the light directly illuminated the darkness, a bald man pinched his hands, this ball of light swelled up, and suddenly flew out of countless poisonous needles, after the ball of light, a pitch-black disc followed, and the lines like glass raindrops on the disc suddenly lit up, and a drop of blue rain curtain burst out.

The most terrifying of all was a array, the pointer as big as a sword, constantly spinning, stirring the air with a grin.

Under the blessing of the Star Scar Suit, Ou Yangming was like turning into a wind, and his spiritual power made the surrounding environment extremely clear, just like daytime, each time the range of movements was not large, but he could always dodge the attack at a strange angle, his eyes flashed, and he rushed directly towards a gap.

"No, he's going to run away, stop him!" someone exclaimed.

Seeing this scene, three people immediately galloped over, flipped their wrists, and slashed directly at Ou Yangming's back.

But at this moment, the mutation protruded, and I saw Ou Yangming's body stunned, like an antelope hanging its horns and folded downward, this change was beyond everyone's expectations, and the spear in his right hand flicked out, drawing a beautiful arc.

With a "click", a bloody head rolled down the hillside, and blood sprinkled like splashed ink, making everyone's hearts chill.

"One!" his voice was flat, but faster, his arms and legs were pulled outward at the same time, his body turned into an irregular arc, and another shot was thrown out in the upper right middle, and an old woman was directly cut from the middle, and the blood of her internal organs was connected, and she was thrown from the sky, which made people sick.

"Two!" he said in a tepid voice, looking at the remaining old man.

The old man's whole body was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave and his mind was frozen.

The steps on his feet staggered backwards, and he looked frightened......

Ou Yangming sneered: "Aren't you trying to arrest me?" Come on, this merit is here, come and get it!"

These believers' whole bodies trembled, and an old woman took a step forward, gritted her teeth, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Demon God is above, as long as we drag him, it won't be long before the deacon arrives, and he won't be able to leave!" Before the voice fell, her eyes had become dull, and she saw a dagger flying through her mouth, piercing her brain.

"Three!"

The sound sounded again, like a bone appendage, and although it was plain, it was like a drum in the ears of these believers, and it shook their hearts and trembled.

"Four!"

The sound was like a spell, and with every sound, one fell in a pool of blood, and these believers were afraid, really afraid.

The remaining seven or eight people retreated in a hurry, leaving their backs to Ou Yangming, but with the blessing of Ou Yangming's star mark suit and blood condensation spear, how could they go away, like chopping melons and vegetables, falling in the depths of the forest, sleeping here.

Blood dripped down the spear and fell to the ground, ticking, ticking.

Behind Ou Yangming was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with stumps and broken arms, filled with a strong bloody aura.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

The cold wind blows, and the blood is filled!

The sky became clearer, and at dawn, the moon fell completely.

Along the way, Ou Yangming didn't know how many people he had killed, but if he didn't kill these people, he would have to die.

He rested on the trunk of the tree for a while, silent, with a hint of evil in his body, and the low bushes were already covered with dew, and he wiped the blood-clotting spear, which seemed to feel something, and the red of the maple leaf on the handle of the spear suddenly lit up.

"Let's go!" he stood up straight, a sense of determination appeared on him, he didn't want to die, so whoever dared to stand in front of him, he would kill whomever he wanted, this is a kind of determination that can be chiseled even by the sky.