"Chase!" After a stone rain, Ye Xiaofan stopped the Qingyun Sword he was wielding in his hand, his body moved, holding a sword in one hand and climbing a rock in the other, and climbed straight to the bottom of the canyon.

After a stone rain attack, Ye Xiaofan saw that most of the demon cultivators had been hit by the stone rain and fell to the bottom, although there were no demon cultivators who fell to death, but they were also seriously injured and dying, and they were solved with a sword, only a small number of them reacted quickly, and the powerful demon cultivators were not hit by the stones, and found a better position to escape the catastrophe.

After the stone rain stopped, the still alive demon cultivators quickly climbed to the bottom of the valley, not daring to stop in the slightest, just now after the stone rain, they suffered heavy losses, and they no longer had the strength to fight with the monks of Daqin.

"Don't let them escape!" After Ye Xiaofan climbed a distance, he shouted to the people around him, telling everyone to speed up and not let go of this group of demon cultivators.

After a while, everyone finally went down to the bottom of the valley, and then chased in the direction of the demon cultivator's escape, in this canyon, the demon cultivator wanted to escape It was a fool's dream, Ye Xiaofan and they pursued all the way, and everyone's spells kept releasing to block the speed of the demon cultivator.

Now, there are only thirteen or fourteen demon cultivators left, and in the face of fifty-six people, they don't dare to fight, they just desperately flee.

The direction of the demon cultivator's escape is the direction of the entrance of the Shuangshan Canyon, and he chased for several miles, and he was about to reach the exit, at this time, a group of seven or eight monks had just entered the canyon, and when he saw more than ten demon cultivators galloping in front of him, his complexion suddenly changed greatly, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Stop them!" Ye Xiaofan yelled at the eight monks at the entrance.

"Stop them!" Wu Qiong, Ouyang Piaoxue, Zidian and the others also yelled at them at the same time.

"It's the senior brother of the Dongyang Sect of the Bright Moon Sect of Haotian Sect, stop these demon cultivators!" One of the eight monks recognized Wu Qiong and the others, and when he saw this scene, he instantly understood that this group of demon cultivators was fleeing, and suddenly, he shouted at his companions around him, and was the first to shoot at the demon cultivators who had escaped, and the others also shot one after another when they saw this.

"Damn! Fight with them!" Demon Xiu was furious, there were interceptions in front and pursuers in the back, and there was no way to escape, now there is only fighting, and maybe there is a glimmer of life.

Ye Xiaofan and they have chased until now, and the distance from the demon cultivator is only thirteen or fourteen zhang, and now they are blocked by the group of monks at the entrance, Ye Xiaofan and they quickly approached, and after a few breaths, they caught up.

"Kill!" Ye Xiaofan shouted, and the giant sword in his hand burst out one after another sword qi, slashing towards the demon cultivator.

"Ahh

"Ah!" Another scream came, and a demon cultivator was swept through his stomach by Ye Xiaofan's sword qi, and his stomach was cut open and his intestines flowed out.

"Kill!" At this time, Wu Qiong and the others rushed over, and one after another spells flew out of their hands, shining with light, and they drowned towards the demon cultivator.

This is a battle without suspense, less than half a cup of tea, all the demon cultivators who were caught up were killed, except for those monks who blocked the demon cultivators who were slightly injured, no one else was injured in this fight.

At the end of the battle, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, panting and cheering, in this battle, they killed happily, and the demon cultivators were defeated and retreated, after chasing them out of Zhuxian Town, they did not once be as happy with the demon cultivators as they were today.

Just when everyone was cheering to celebrate the victory, suddenly, the cold hair on Ye Xiaofan's body suddenly stood up, and a sense of life and death crisis instantly spread throughout his body, which made him change his complexion greatly, he didn't know where this danger came from, it was too sudden.

At this moment, an unparalleled coercion descended from the sky, pressing everyone's complexion and the sound of cheers stopped abruptly!

"The coercion of the power of the Yuan Infant Stage!" Feeling the coercion falling from the sky, Ye Xiaofan felt it for the first time.

"Ye Xiaofan is dead!" I don't know when, a middle-aged man appeared above everyone's heads, and slapped Ye Xiaofan directly with one palm.

Ye Xiaofan looked up at the top of his head with difficulty, and the moment he saw the middle-aged man, his face turned pale instantly, this damn Yan Tianxing is really ghostly!

"Devil, Hugh is rampant!" At the moment when Yan Tianxing shot at Ye Xiaofan, there was another shout in the sky. "Shoot at a junior, and you can do it too!"

After Yan Tianxing heard this, his movements did not stop, and his palm continued to slap towards Ye Xiaofan.

At the moment when Yan Tianxing took out his palm, Ye Xiaofan only felt that he had been shrouded in death, and at the same time, he felt that there was a surging force surging from all directions squeezing his body, as if it was going to squeeze him to pieces.

"It's really shameful!" A figure appeared above Ye Xiaofan's head, raised his right hand, and slapped towards Yan Tianxing.

Suddenly, an invisible ripple rippled in midair, and all the monks who were affected by this ripple screamed and vomited blood.

"Poof!" "Ahh

Ye Xiaofan was not spared, and he was more seriously injured than the others, the moment the annular ripple touched him, his body flew upside down like a paper kite, and his face sprayed three mouthfuls of blood in the air.

"Bang!" Ye Xiaofan fell heavily to the ground, and at this time, he was ten zhang away from his original location.

"Vomit!" The moment he fell to the ground, Ye Xiaofan's throat was sweet again, a mouthful of blood spit out, his face was already pale, he only felt a sharp pain all over his body at this time, he looked coldly at Yan Tianxing floating in the air in front of him, he swore that one day he would cut this Yan Tianxing with a thousand knives and refine his soul to relieve the hatred in his heart!

After the blow, Yan Tianxing snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, the speed was so fast, he disappeared into the canyon in a blink of an eye.

"Where to go!" the monk who had slapped Yan Tianxing shouted, and with a footstep, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ye Xiaofan got up from the ground with difficulty, sat cross-legged, took out the healing pill from the storage bag and swallowed it, and silently began to recover from the injury he had just suffered, this injury is not serious, after all, it is a blow from the Yuanying Monk, Ye Xiaofan can survive, it is already a great luck.

All the people in the valley, under the circular ripples, are also very miserable, none of them are not injured, and some are still lying on the ground and wailing.

After a long time, the wailing stopped, and one by one they got up from the ground with difficulty, sat cross-legged, took out the pill from the storage bag and swallowed it to heal the wounds.

Everyone didn't understand who the demon was, and why he wanted to attack these low-level monks.

After three days of continuous healing, everyone's injuries were controlled, and their complexion returned to a little blood, only Ye Xiaofan was still pale, and his injuries did not improve much, and his body was still in pain, but he still insisted on healing and refining medicinal power.

After another three days, Wu Qiong's injuries improved a little, they could cast spells, but they couldn't fight the enemy, if there were demon cultivators rushing over at this time, they would only be killed.

Ye Xiaofan's complexion only looked a little better today, and the injury was finally controlled and developed in a better direction, but if he wanted to heal, it would take at least two or three months.

"Senior Brother Ming!" Cao Bufan walked over to Ye Xiaofan and asked with concern, "How are you?"

"The injuries are under control. Ye Xiaofan slowly opened his eyes, looked at Cao Bufan, and said with a wry smile.

Wu Qiong, Yun Shang, and Gu Xiang also stood up from the ground at this time, and then walked towards Ye Xiaofan and asked about Ye Xiaofan's situation.

"Thank you for your concern, my injuries have been controlled, and as long as I recuperate for a few more days, I can walk. Ye Xiaofan thanked everyone, and at the same time, he felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

"Anyway, our injuries haven't healed, so let's just heal here with Senior Brother Ming. Wu Qiong said to Cao Bufan and the others. The others had no objection and each found a place to continue healing.

Seven days have passed in a blink of an eye, and on this day, Ouyang Piaoxue, Zidian and others came to Wu Qiong and them, said goodbye to them, and they have been healing for almost half a month, and most of their injuries have healed, and there is no major problem.

"Brother Wu, let's go to Yanmen Pass first to meet the steward in the sect, how long do you want to stay here?" Ouyang Piaoxue asked Wu Qiong.

"Senior Brother Ming, ...... your injuries" Wu Qiong did not answer Ouyang Piaoxue's words, but his eyes fell on Ye Xiaofan and asked him.

"I can go, but not very quickly. Ye Xiaofan opened his eyes, looked at Wu Qiong and replied with a slight smile.

"I think we'll stay here for a few more days, and when Senior Brother Ming is better, we'll go to Yanmen Pass. Cao Bufan said.