"Ahem..." Ye Xuefeng's mouth was bleeding, and he barely stood up with a magic knife.

"Hmph, the weak are the weak. Do you want to continue to struggle just because of your current appearance?" The black robe's right hand thrust kicked Ye Xuefeng in the stomach, "Bang--" Ye Xuefeng flew far away and fell to the ground again.

Although this kick did not use internal strength, the strength of the cultivator was much stronger than that of ordinary people, and even more than that of ordinary warriors. Ye Xuefeng only felt abdominal pain like a knife, "Cough cough... you must not lose!" Ye Xuefeng held the knife in both hands, leaned on the ground and tried hard to stand up, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Hehe, I still want to stand up after all this. OK, I will play with you to see how long you can last!" The black robe's right envoy looked at Ye Xuefeng jokingly, and raised his leg and kicked it again.

The black robe smiled with a sinister smile on his face, and looked cruelly at Ye Xuefeng who was struggling on the ground, as if he was enjoying the abusive feeling.

Ye Xuefeng endured the pain, secretly used Xuantian Wuji Power, secretly healed his wounds, while trying hard to think about ways to defeat his opponent.

In terms of speed, Ting Xue Wuhen is not the opponent. In terms of strength, Qianlong Youyou can't even touch it. Now only the sharpness of the magic sword is that the other party dares not take it head-on, but he doesn't even have the chance to shoot it!

"Bang—" The black robe's right man kicked again, "Get up—are you not very powerful!" He kicked Ye Xuefeng hard on his body one after another.

The right envoy of the black robe seemed to enjoy this kind of abusive pleasure, and did not kick it up at all. He wanted to torture it slowly. Looking at Ye Xuefeng's miserable situation, he laughed proudly!

"Cao, I'm fighting with you!" Zhang Ziqiang rushed up angrily and grabbed the right envoy of the black robe!

"Hmph, I'm looking for death!" The black robe's right man kicked Zhang Ziqiang down with a joke on his face.

"Bang—" Zhang Ziqiang fell in front of Ye Xuefeng. The black robe's right envoy likes to torture people to death slowly. The more miserable the other party, the happier he will be.

"Brother Feng, are you okay? Run away quickly, I'll block him!" Zhang Ziqiang blocked in front of Ye Xuefeng and stared at the right envoy of the black robe.

"Escape? Hahaha..." The black robe's right envoy laughed wildly, "No one of you wants to escape, your soul is a good material for cultivation!"

After hearing the words of the Black Robe's Right Envoy, Zhang Ziqiang and Ye Xuefeng changed color slightly. This ghost cultivator actually used his soul to practice. They were not afraid of death, but after death, even their souls were extracted and refined, and no one could remain calm!

"Are you afraid of being punished by heaven?" Zhang Ziqiang pointed at the right side of the black robe angrily, refining his soul and harming the laws of heaven, and sooner or later he was punished by heaven.

"Hmph, no ghost cultivator can practice by refining souls, or he is not alive. On the contrary, none of you can survive today," said the right envoy of the black robe and walked forward slowly.

He likes to abuse and kill people very much. The more painful the dead person is, the greater the resentment of the ghost after death, and the better the effect it will be used for cultivation.

"Brother Feng quickly escape! Seeing the black robe's right envoy approaching, Zhang Ziqiang shouted and rushed forward, wanting to buy time.

"Overbial ability," Hei Rou raised his leg and kicked Zhang Ziqiang away.

"Wuji Qianyuan Sword, Kill--" Ye Xuefeng was waiting for this opportunity. He took advantage of the black robe's right hand to relax his guard, jumped violently, and used his sword with all his strength.

"Huh?" The right envoy of the black robe didn't expect that Ye Xuefeng would have the strength to fight back when he was seriously injured, and the kick to Zhang Ziqiang caused the empty door to be opened.

"Kill and Kill" Ye Xuefeng waved his magic knife frantically and slashed at the right envoy of the black robe, and countless sword shadows swept away. The air in front was cut and strange twists appeared.

The right envoy of the black robe had no time to dodge, and several scars were cut off from his body. However, his body was extremely fast. Although he was caught off guard, he quickly dodged with his body skills and did not hurt the vital point.

"The sky is full of flowers--" Ye Xuefeng used up his sword force, then rotated, and countless hidden weapons flew out with his left hand. It turned out that Ye Xuefeng secretly crushed the concrete with his internal force and shot it as a hidden weapon.

"I dare to attack me in a sneak attack. As long as I avoid the attack range of the magic sword, I will definitely kill you in the most cruel way!" The right envoy of the black robe was furious and thought to myself.

Unexpectedly, I just avoided the attack of the magic sword, and countless hidden weapons came towards me, and there was no way to avoid it.

The black robe's right envoy was shocked, and waved his long sleeves, swept out a strong wind to stop it, and then quickly hid to the side.

"Taste your grandfather Wang Zheng's power," the black robe's right envoy just stood firm, and felt his legs tightening and he was actually being hugged.

When I looked down, I found that it was the fat man who was knocked away by a punch before.

"Looking for death--" The right envoy of the black robe was furious. He was originally at the advantage, but was actually sneaked into a mess and dodged in a mess. When he was furious, he was caught again. The evil spirit flashed on the right envoy of the black robe, and he punched Wang Zheng Jiujin.

"Wang Zheng——" Seeing the movement of the black robe's right envoy, this punch would definitely blow Wang Zheng's head. Ye Xuefeng was frightened and roared.

"Wang Zheng--!" Zhang Ziqiang and Wang Zheng Jiujin had a very good relationship. They were like brothers. At this moment, they were about to die when they saw their brothers. They roared heart-wrenchingly, struggled to get up, and rushed to this side!

"Ah—" An extremely desolate scream rang out in the darkness.

Ye Xuefeng's tears were blurred, and he closed his eyes tightly, and he couldn't bear to see the scene of Wang Zheng Jiujin's brain rupture.

"Bang—" Zhang Ziqiang fell to the ground weakly, "Brother!"

"I want to kill you--" The black robe's right envoy screamed, jumped high, and was still dragging Wang Zheng Jiujin on his body.

"Ah—" The extremely desolate voice penetrated the night again!

"Huh? What's the situation?" Ye Xuefeng opened his eyes with great sorrow. The scream seemed to be not from Wang Zheng Jiujin!

When he opened his eyes, the black-robed messenger jumped strangely and kicked him back. Wang Zheng Jiujin's stomach hurt so much that his intestines were almost cramped, and he no longer had the strength to hug him and flew backwards.

Wang Zheng rolled on the ground for a few times, barely got up, his face covered in blood, and he was biting half a piece of meat on his mouth.

"Bah—" Wang Zheng spit out the flesh in his mouth and murmured: "******, people look ugly, and even the flesh is smelly!"

It turned out that Wang Zheng Jiujin was hit by the black robe's right envoy in the air and lay on the ground for a long time before he recovered his strength. He wanted to help forward, but when he saw that the black robe's right envoy was stronger than the left envoy, he had no power to fight back, and even if he rushed forward, he would die.

Understanding this, Wang Zheng Jiujin simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Seeing Ye Xuefeng and Zhang Ziqiang being beaten by the black robe's right envoy, Wang Zheng Jiujin was full of anger and wished he could bite a piece of meat on him!

Until Ye Xuefeng used a hidden weapon to force him to his side, Wang Zheng Jiujin suddenly got up and hugged his legs desperately, then opened his mouth and bit his butt hard, tearing off a large piece of meat with all his strength.

The black robe was trembling all over his body in pain. How could he have time to kill Wang Zheng Jiujin? He just wanted to throw Wang Zheng off desperately!

"You boy Wang Zheng!" After seeing it clearly, Ye Xuefeng felt scared and almost got happy from the extreme sadness.

"Ahhhh..." The black robe's right pain tears flowed out, and she wanted to cover the wound with her hands, but it hurt even more when she touched the wound. She took a cold breath and twisted her painful face!

"Good opportunity!" Seeing that the black robe's right envoy was not prepared at this moment, Ye Xuefeng rushed over and shouted: "Wuji Qianyuan Sword - Langhuantian!"

The black robe's right shiver was in pain. When he saw Ye Xuefeng coming, he was about to use his body to avoid it. But just as he was about to move, the severe pain in the wound on his butt immediately spread and he couldn't help but stagger!

After a little delay, the magic knife slashed down on his head, and the black robe's right envoy reached out to block it in panic.

"Ah——" Black robe screamed with a scream, and her arm was cut off by the magic knife.

"Thousand Dragons Fist--" Ye Xuefeng took advantage of the victory and chased after him, "Bang--" a punch hit the chest firmly, and the black robe's right envoy screamed and flew backwards.

"Boy, wait for me, I must avenge my broken arm!" As soon as the black robe fell to the ground, he suppressed the pain, turned around and blew a palm towards the wall, and jumped out.

The right envoy of the black robe is completely different from the left envoy. The body is very strong. Even if you get a thousand dragon fist on the front, you still have the strength to escape.

Ye Xuefeng and the other two were all injured. Seeing that the Black Robe's right envoy ran away, he no longer had the strength to chase him. Even if he chased him, he might not be able to beat him.
Chapter completed!