The two heavenly wind eagles braved the wind and snow to sweep over the mountains, and the two people on the back of the eagle were blood-stained robes. Suddenly, one of the Heavenly Wind Eagles let out a sharp scream, and Xiangxia Fang slowly fell, flapping its wings in vain. The cultivator on the back of the eagle flew up, crushed the ring and continued to hurry, leaving the Heavenly Wind Eagle to fend for itself.

Chu Jun turned around and said loudly to Fan Jian, who had caught up with the Imperial Sword, "Take mine!" After speaking, the Imperial Sky flew up. Fan Jian was not polite, he put away the sword and sat on the Tianfeng Carving, holding the sword and closing his eyes to recover his strength.

Chu Jun killed half of the target city guards this time, which can be regarded as completely stabbing Ma Fengwo, and the twenty-four standard city guards who had originally entered the Spirit Beast Mountain Range to suppress ghosts immediately turned their guns around and suppressed them. Twenty-four bidders, a full 2,400 people, twenty-four Jindan, is really enough for them to drink a pot, and they were chased and intercepted so badly, but fortunately, thanks to this heavy snowstorm, they would have made dumplings for each other a long time ago. Despite this, both the big stick mallet and Wu Yanshou were seriously injured one after another, and were accepted by Chu Jun into Xiao Shijie to recuperate, and now only he and Fan Jian are left with two combat strengths, and all the eighteen Heavenly Wind Eagles are exhausted, or they are killed by the other party.

A signal flame burst into the sky in front of him, and a soaring man and horse loomed in the field of sight, the blue griffon mount, the second-grade upper-rank great sword exuded a cold light in the wind and snow, and he was the first to be a standard leader of the Jindan stage of cultivation.

This should be a blockade of zuihou, and if you rush out, the sea will be wide and the sky will be high, and if you can't rush out, you will be a bird. Chu Jun clenched the Thunder Dragon Sword in his hand, his slightly tired eyes ignited bloodthirsty battle intent, his eyes stared at the standard commander of the griffin guard like an eagle, and asked with a smile: "Slut, can you still fight?"

Fan Jian licked his chapped lips due to excessive blood loss, and said with a cruel smile: "Nonsense, Lao Tzu doesn't have a time for impotence!"

Chu Jun smiled, took out half a bottle of Life Spirit Spring from his arms and took a sip, then threw it to Fan Jian and said, "Old rules!"

Fan Jian drank the remaining Spirit Spring of Life, and the two of them suddenly separated and fled to the two wings. The griffin guard captain sneered, made a gesture with his right hand, and the deputy leader led fifty brothers to intercept Fan Jian, and he himself led someone to intercept and kill Chu Jun.

"Fellow Daoist, you can't escape, obediently wait to be killed, but you can leave your whole corpse!" the standard commander shouted.

Chu Jun didn't look back, urging his spiritual power to gallop wildly, and the formation of fifty horsemen gradually lengthened, and the distance between the team members increased. The standard commander smiled when he saw the man, and then turned around and accelerated to rush back, his first thought was that the other party was crazy, and he dared to turn back and fight hard at this time.

The standard commander silently calculated the distance, waiting for Chu Jun to enter the range of fifty meters, and then with an order, fifty flying swords flew over in unison, and even if he was a Jindan stage cultivator, he would be dead.

500 meters...... 400 meters...... Three hundred meters!

The fifty soldiers all clenched the second-grade upper-rank flying sword in their hands, and as long as the commander waved his hand, he would immediately divide the miscellaneous pieces into the corpses of the chaotic sword.

Two hundred meters, Zheng!

The Thunder Dragon Sword flew out two hundred meters away, and the sword intent of the Tyrant was unstoppable, and the heavy snow and thunder came in an instant. Biao Chang was taken aback, he had expected that Chu Jun would have to get close to a hundred meters before he could make a move, because most of the range of the Jindan early stage cultivators was within a radius of one hundred meters, and there were a few people with strong divine sense who could do one hundred and fifty meters of the imperial sword, while two hundred meters of the imperial sword could only be done in the middle of the Jindan period.

The distance of two hundred meters is just a matter of breath for the flying sword, and it is too late for the standard commander to come up with the sword to intercept it, and the thunder dragon sword slashes four soldiers in a row, the blood stains the heavy snow, and the griffin that has lost its owner hovers in the air with a mournful roar. The Thunder Dragon Sword flew up and down to harvest human lives, and when Chu Jun entered the 100-meter attack range, there were already more than a dozen soldiers killed and wounded, and the formation of the charge was also disrupted. The standard commander was furious, and the flying sword slashed towards Chu Jun.

In the wind and snow, Chu Jun showed a hint of banter on his face, and with a sword point, the thunder dragon sword directly took the head of the ruler, and at the same time sacrificed the thunder shield in front of him. The Commander released a talisman shield to resist, and at the same time shouted: "Hack him to death!"

After the thunder shield blocked the standard long sword, Chu Jun had already entered the range of fifty meters, and the flying swords of the foundation building period cultivators were already able to exert their power in this range, and more than thirty flying swords slashed towards Chu Jun like wild bees.

A sneer appeared on the face of the standard commander, thirty-seven flying swords slashed together, no matter how hard your talisman shield is, it can't be resisted. The standard chief seemed to have seen the scene of Chu Jun's magic shield being broken and being cut into countless pieces by the flying sword.

The thunder shield in front of Chu Jun shattered, and all the soldiers cheered, but as soon as the light in front of Chu Jun lit up, there were immediately two more magic shields with different attributes.

Dangdang!

The power of dozens of flying swords was not trivial, the Yang God Shield was quickly slashed, and just when the Moon God Shield was about to be chopped up, Chu Jun had already rushed to the guards, holding the Thunder Dragon Sword in his hand, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and slashed several soldiers in a row, and pierced the charging team of the Griffin Guards in a grand manner, and only suffered two painless swords on his body.

"Haha, don't send it!" Chu Jun daxiao, the two feet of divine power were activated, the dantian was running, the three "engines" were accelerated at the same time, and Tsing Yi resisted the wind and snow, and rode the dust.

The standard commander was so aggrieved that he spurted blood, and more than 50 people chased and killed a Jin Dan, but he was killed by a third of them like chopping melons and vegetables just by looking at him.

Chu Jun was injured many times, but there was no fatal injury, coupled with his strong physique and self-healing ability, he didn't care about this pain at all, and accelerated towards the direction of Fan Jian's escape. After hurrying for nearly fifty miles, he happened to see Fan Jian cut off half of a soldier's head, and he was also pierced through the chest by a sword.

"Slut!" Chu Jun's eyes suddenly turned red, and a terrifying bloody aura erupted from his body.

Fan Jian glanced up, as if he heard a thunderbolt, everything around him was shattered in the thunder, blood and flesh splashed all over his face.

More than 30 soldiers watched as the mad man in green clothes carried a person away, but no one dared to chase after him, and the deputy standard commander's hand holding the flying sword was trembling, wiping a handful of minced meat on his face.

......

Ning Yun sat by the campfire with her knees crossed, her wet clothes steaming with white steam. Across the campfire sat a handsome man, a pure black man, with a grim expression and pupils of a rare dark red.

Neither of them spoke, and the red-eyed man threw the dead branches into the fire one by one, occasionally glancing at the Terran woman opposite. The woman's eyes were lowered, and she stared at the campfire with her knees folded, her lips pale and her haggard face making her look a little more pitifully weak.

"Don't cry, don't make trouble, don't be afraid, don't beg for mercy, don't even bother to speak, a very interesting Terran woman!"

The red-eyed man threw all the dry firewood in his hand into the bonfire, admiring the woman's appearance carefully, his eyes were a little confused, and his heart was a little happy. He didn't understand that he didn't want to devour her spirit, but also to save her from the river.

That day, the red-eyed man escaped with two subordinates desperately saving him, but he was also injured and hid in the stone crevice under the cliff. Later, she appeared, took off her boots and sat on the edge of the cliff dangling barefoot, and talked a lot to herself. The red-eyed man was going to sneak attack and devour the woman's soul, but she started singing, and the red-eyed man couldn't help but listen, and then, the woman jumped off the cliff and fell into the river. He peeked out of the crack, and just in time to see the woman's eyes before she was submerged, he couldn't tell the reason, so he almost jumped down with him, and chased her along the surging river for more than ten miles before he rescued her ashore.

"Your name is Yun'er?" the red-eyed man asked, which he had heard while listening to her talk to herself at the bottom of the cliff.

Ning Yun lowered his eyes and didn't make a sound, and the red-eyed man didn't care, and continued: "You want to commit suicide, isn't it good to live?"

The red-eyed man seemed to know that it was impossible to get an answer from the other party, and said, "You are different from other humans, your soul is incomplete, as if you are missing a soul!"

Ning Yun glanced at the red-eyed man, and then looked down at the bonfire again. There was a stiff smile on the face of the red-eyed man, at least she looked up at herself, it was a haode start.

"I can heal you!" the red-eyed man threw a dead branch into the campfire.

Ning Yun raised his head suddenly, his big eyes revealing a long-lost brilliance, and asked softly, "Really?"

The red-eyed man didn't answer her, but asked, "Do you like a man named Brother Jun?"

Ning Yunliu's eyebrows furrowed, the other party's eyes made her a little uncomfortable, and nodded: "Yes, he is my husband!"

"He must have thought you were dead!"

Ning Yun lowered her eyes and stared at the bonfire silently.

"My name is Ghost Wang Lie, Ghost Clan!" the red-eyed man naturally revealed his identity.

Ning Yun's shoulders moved, and he said lightly: "I should have guessed it a long time ago!"

"You're not afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of, it's not the first time I've been devoured by the ghost clan!"

"No wonder you're missing!" the red-eyed man nodded suddenly, and said, "I can make up for you, but you have to go back to the ghost world with me!"

Ning Yun raised her head, her eyes puzzled. The red-eyed man brushed the foot of his robe and asked, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Ning Yunqiao's face sank, and the red-eyed man said again: "I think, I should like you, or I like your song, or I like the look in your eyes when you fall into the water, so I decided to keep you by my side!"

Ning Yun showed a trace of anger on his face, and said coldly: "I have a husband!"

The red-eyed man smiled and said calmly, "I don't care!"

"I care!"

"Then I'll kill your husband!"

"You don't have the ability!"

"You have so much faith in him?"

"Yes, no one can kill my husband!"

"Can you always mention your husband!"

Ning Yun hugged his knees and lowered his eyebrows and was silent, the red-eyed man was silent for a while, and then said, "Whether you want it or not, I will take you back to the ghost world!"

Ning Yun slapped his palm on his Heavenly Spirit Cover, turned over and fell to the ground!

The red-eyed man was stunned!