When they had the idea, they wanted to escape almost without thinking.

The situation is over, when will we wait until we don’t escape?

Feng Jiu, who was halfway up the mountain, saw the two of them running in two directions, his eyes turned cold. As he flew up, he untied the Huntian Ling on his waist and attacked one of the Nascent Soul cultivators with one hand.

"bundle!"

With a clear shout, the seven-foot-long Huntianling flew out as if spiritually, flew out from the hillside and headed towards the evil Nascent Soul Cultivator. In almost a few breaths, Huntian Ling rushed over and wrapped the other party's body at lightning speed, tied her tightly.

"ah!"

The evil cultivator of the Nascent Soul did not expect that he would be tied up by a red silk for a moment of panic and ran away. He was struggling to break it, but the more he struggled, the tighter the red silk tied on her body became.

The red silk wrapped around her body like a big snake, making her unable to breathe. Moreover, the tightening of the red silk almost made her unable to use any strength, let alone struggle to break the red silk.

At this moment, a sharp arrow pierced through the air and suddenly rushed out. The sharp arrow still had a sharp aura at the tip of the arrow, and shot into the eyebrows of the Nascent Soul Cultivator with a sharp momentum.

While the blood was splashing out, the body fell down, but a blood-colored Yuanying rushed out of her body, trying to escape in panic. Then, a second sharp arrow shot out again, and a sharp arrow penetrated the body of the blood-colored Yuanying. The sharp arrow flew through, and the Nascent Soul fell, just in time by the Tengyun who rushed forward.

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

"Damn! What kind of treasure is he? It looks like he is not an ordinary bow and arrow."

Ning Lang said curiously, staring at the arrow in Song Ming's hand, and found that the arrow shot automatically flew back to his hand like a spirituality. He was even more certain that it was definitely a magic weapon-level treasure.

"Bang! Swallow! Swallow!"

The sound of fighting over there attracted the attention of several people. Only Feng Jiu was seen fighting with the remaining Nascent Soul Cultivator. The Nascent Soul Cultivator knew that he was doomed, so he almost wanted to fight to the death without reservation.

At this moment, she no longer hoped to kill the other party. She just thought that it would be great to save her life. However, the more she fought, the more she felt that the other party was more brave. It can be said that this young man in red, named Feng Jiu, was born a fighter.

He was extremely fast, tricky and ruthless in his actions. He didn't look like a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, but rather like an old monster at the peak of the Nascent Soul, which was shocking.

The battle between the two men caused trouble to the surrounding ground. The surging sword energy collided, and deep pits were bursting on the ground. The dust and smoke flew, and the airflow of the strong formed an air pressure and spread out.

“It’s over.”

Feng Jiu's voice was filled with murderous intent. The evil cultivator of the Nascent Soul was thinking about how to escape, but when he saw the red clothes rushing over, he instantly appeared in front of her. The green sword with green light shone down at her with a breath of death.
Chapter completed!