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At this time, a fierce and chaotic battle was taking place by the River of Blood. The first thing that catches your eye is a black and red ghost-clawed banyan, waving its branches weakly. It was scarred, with a large hole in the middle of the trunk, oozing sap like blood.

Around it, Yun Zheng was facing the attacks of the three monks in a one-on-three, and he had to dodge the attacks of a group of soldier ghosts.

The soldier spirits were dressed in tattered armor and helmets that covered their heads, and their eyes were like deep black holes, and they were covered in black. They were armed with various weapons, in groups of three or five, although their cultivation was not high, but they cooperated properly, and the back and forth also caused a lot of trouble to Yun Zheng and the other three.

Yun Zheng's sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the ice blue sword light brought out flying snowflakes, and circled around a group of soldiers' ghosts, and after the black qi sprayed wildly, the tattered armor and helmet rolled to the ground.

His eyes were silver, and without warning, his body moved to the side, and the ground where he had been standing suddenly cracked, spewing out lava-like fire. Another sword slashed a golden ring on top of his head, and the long sword flew out, and the cold sword qi caused a layer of white frost to quickly rise on the ghosts of the other group of soldiers who rushed over, and their movements became extremely sluggish.

The ice-blue sword ignored them, and flashed from above their heads, and the sword qi suddenly exploded, shaking away all the wisps of fog around them.

The middle-aged monk who was hiding in the mist to cast a spell was startled when he saw this, and when he flew to dodge the sword light, he stretched out his hand, and the surrounding mist flowed into his hand like mercury, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a mist sword that crackled and flashed with electric light.

The fog sword was black, condensed and heavy, and there was a small snake-like electric light crawling on the sword.

"Hehe, boy, you're still too tender! don't think that your sword is powerful enough, let you taste my Thunder Mist Sword!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, and the fog sword in his hand met the ice-blue Pi Lian who was chasing after him.

"Really?" Yun Zheng showed a hint of sneer, and with a mistake under his feet, he dodged a whirlwind that came without looking. At the same time, the ice blue sword light suddenly deviated in one direction, and after passing by the fog sword, it seemed to shoot away in a no-man's direction.

The middle-aged monk was puzzled, and in his confusion, he saw that one of his companions was accidentally struck by the wielding branch of the Devil's Claw Banyan, and his body rolled to the ground, and then flipped up. As soon as he raised his head, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and in his suddenly enlarged pupils, an ice blue long sword was getting closer and closer.

The middle-aged monk watched as if he had seen a ghost, and watched his companion get his head cut off by a sword as if he had come under Yun Zheng's sword!

"You, you......" the middle-aged monk stammered, unable to speak.

Yun Zheng's silver-white eyes flickered twice, sweat ran down his cheeks, and he reverted to a pair of pitch-black eyes.

The Eye of the Spirit Rhino is the talent attached to Yun Zheng's Immortal Cultivation Physique, and there is a certain chance that you can see what is about to happen in the next few breaths! However, this technique consumes itself very much, so after killing one person to relieve the pressure, Yun Zheng immediately put it away.

He glanced at the man mockingly, and with one palm, he slapped the ghost of a soldier who rushed forward into a block of ice, and the sword aura on his body was awe-inspiring.

At this moment, he heard a string of bells, and he suddenly shook it, only to feel that the scene in front of him was all spinning.

Yun Zheng, who felt bad in his heart, instantly forced out a cold sweat, trying to break free from the disturbance of Ling Yin's mind.

When he came back to his senses, he saw a figure in Xuanyi blocking in front of him, and golden fire feathers were flying in the air. In the distance, the male cultivator who had just sneaked up on him shook the broken bell in his hand wildly, and a cyan long sword flashed in the void, and a black hole appeared in the male cultivator's eyebrows, and his eyes froze and fell to the ground.

Yun Zheng muttered, "Liu Qinghuan ......"

The figure of Xuanyi manipulated the cyan long sword to slash at the middle-aged monk on the other side, and when he had time to look back at him, it was a sick and unfamiliar little white face, and smiled at him: "Are you still stunned?"

The corners of Yun Zheng's mouth twitched, his spirit was greatly lifted, he stepped to his side in one step, and with a pinch of the sword trick in his hand, the ice-blue long sword that had originally stopped in the air slashed across the sky, joining the ranks of the middle-aged monk in pursuit.

He couldn't help but crack a big smile, but habitually sneered: "I said that your face is too ugly, so you can't be handsome?

Liu Qinghuan smiled and didn't reply. With the combined efforts of the two, they quickly killed the middle-aged monk, and the remaining dozens of soldier ghosts were also killed one by one.

The little monk Jingjue hurriedly ran over, ran to the tattered armor with a Zen staff, and began to surpass the remnants of the soul one by one, but his eyes looked curiously at the two people standing side by side from time to time.

Liu Qinghuan withdrew the Broken Gang Golden Lotus and the Qingying Sword and looked at Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng also looked at him.

The two looked at each other and laughed, Liu Qinghuan was full of joy and opened his hands.

I still remember that when he was on the dead ground of the broken abyss, Yun Zheng still disliked Liu Qinghuan's embrace very much, but this time he also opened his hands.

After many years of separation, the two brothers finally hugged each other excitedly.

"Yun Zheng!"

"Liu Qinghuan!"

"Long time no see!"

The teenager got acquainted and embarked on the road of cultivating immortals together. Because of the pursuit of the avenue, most of the time they were separated from each other, busy with their own things, but they never forgot the most sincere friendship when they were young.

Now that he has been away for many years, Liu Qinghuan has been adrift in the Howling Wind Continent for more than ten years, and he never imagined that he would meet Yun Zheng again in such a distant place. The excitement and joy in his heart were indescribable, and he only slapped Yun Zheng's back a few times, and there was a heavy slap on his back.

It took a while for both of them to let go, and their eyes were a little red.

Yun Zheng turned his head in disguise, and then turned back to his usual arrogant expression, and snorted: "I thought you were dead......!

"Ah, did you go to the Wenshi Sect to find me?" Liu Qinghuan hurriedly asked, "Did you see my master?" How is his old man, how is the Wenshi Sect?"

"They are very good, but your master is very worried about you!" Yun Zheng said: "You disappeared back then, your master was furious, and he had a big fight with the Shaoyang Sect Minghua Zhenjun who came to the door, causing a sensation in the entire immortal cultivation world. ”

Minghua Zhenjun is Zhou Xiaoqing's elder.

Liu Qinghuan blinked the wetness in his eyes: "I made you worry ......"

"It's good that you know!" Yun Zheng glared at him and asked again, "Why did you run so far away?"

Liu Qinghuan briefly said that he accepted the mission of the sect to go to the Sea of the Eastern Wilderness, and then Zhou Xiaoqing threw out the mana crystal out of resentment, leading to the Penglai Turtle.

"He, Penglai Chelsea Turtle!" Yun Zheng's eyes lit up: "This is a legendary beast at the same level as the True Dragon Divine Phoenix, you really don't know if your luck is good or bad, you can still survive when you meet the Penglai Turtle." ”

"The Tentale Chela Turtle has the ability to travel through space, and I couldn't escape at that time, so I could only hide on its back, and then it took me to the Howling Wind Continent. Liu Qinghuan said, and asked Yun Zheng with some eagerness: "Then how did you get here?"

At this time, Jingjue finished the remnant soul, walked up to the two of them, and held a wooden sign: "Is that tree over there called the Devil's Claw Banyan?"