The man in the white light hesitated in the air for a moment, and did not chase the three demons, but instead flew towards the group of escaped monsters. His body was like lightning, his sword light was like a dragon, and his aura was like a rainbow. He killed two demons in a while. The other monsters were so scared that they ran away. The man in the white light waved his sword and chased Chen Yuan, the leader of the bone spur demon.

This demon's escape speed was not as fast as that of the white light person. Soon after, he was blocked and had to dance two short spears and turn back to fight.

Although the swordsman in the white light is exquisite and his body is fast, he is not as powerful as the demon body, and it is difficult to kill this demon for a moment.

A group of powerful Venus stars were stunned on the spot, staring at the handsome and heroic figure of the man in the white light, and was a little confused. This man was alone and alone and had a sword to break into the demon group. His magical powers were not inferior to Bing Mei. Such a strong man as Youyue was even stronger. Could he be one of the Nine Lords?

On the south city tower, Li Yu, Qinglin, Cui Wudi, and the Red Eyebrow King were also stunned on the spot, staring at the distance.

A group of cultivators on the flying boat gathered together and guarded the west side of the southern city. It was originally panic and in a dilemma. Jin Yangzi and Li Yu's departure made them headless. There was no one to command the battle between the powerful Venus and the high-level demons. They did not dare to participate easily, for fear of helping the bad guys, and even more for fear of angering the demons and attracting attacks. But they did not dare to escape from the far and avoid the military orders. They were very strict, for fear that Jin Yangzi, Shi Longzi and other powerful Venus men would turn back to punish them.

It was not until the demons were defeated and fled that the cultivators all breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly discovering this scene outside the city, the cultivators immediately became interested and released their spiritual sense to observe the every move of the person in the white light.

In the direction of the West City Tower, the cultivators were in a strict array, with thousands of large shields connected together. Between the large shields, rows of crossbow arrows flashed with cold light. The entire city tower wall was full of restricted lights. I don’t know how many temporary magic arrays were laid. At first glance, it was difficult to judge the reality of the magic array, and it was impossible to see how many cultivators were hiding behind the array of large shields.

In the direction of the inner city, a group of monks rushed towards the west direction of the city, but were blocked by the fifth team's soldiers. They could only squeeze on the inner city wall and could not get close to the outer city wall. Rows of crossbow arrows flashed with cold light, and murderous intent was everywhere. No one dared to rush to the west city from the air easily.

There were too many monks flocking to the outer city of the West City. If this continues, so many monks cannot be accommodated on the outer city walls, which is not conducive to defense and attack. Fierce battles in the south city are in full swing, and monsters outside the city are everywhere. No one in the fifth team dares to be careless at this time, so Nangong Hao can only order to stop the cultivators.

The demons fled, and the cultivators who were crowded in the inner city then let go of their hostility, anger, complaints and panic.

At this moment, on the inner wall of the West City, there were also many cultivators of the Fourth Team and some monks of the Fifth Team who were blocked here, relaxing their spiritual sense and watching outside the South City.

Yang Zhan, Su Zijian and several Silver Star Cultivators all had a variety of expressions, either happy, surprised, envious, or surprised.

Su Qing, Feng Lin'er, and Xiaohua's three girls were not strong enough, and their eyesight was even more difficult to see more than a hundred miles away. Seeing everyone's expressions, they felt itchy.

However, Feng Lin'er's thoughts were more on Li Yu. She had already caught Li Yu's figure and stared at Li Yu's every move intently. She wanted to say hello, and wanted to fly to the south city tower, but she didn't dare. She was embarrassed and worried about the danger.

A young man with an ordinary appearance and medium figure quietly squeezed through the crowd at this time and approached Feng Lin'er.

Seeing the young man approaching, a yummy silver star old Xiu glared at him impatiently, reached out and signaled him to stay away. This old Xiu was Su Zijian's confidant and was responsible for protecting the safety of disciples of the Star Palace.

He was in the inner city just now, and after receiving the order from Zhao Qing, gathered at the west city tower. As a result, the cultivators of the fourth team rushed over and blocked the inner city wall, causing many cultivators of the fifth team to fail to retreat to the outer city wall, and the disciples of the Yaoxian Valley were not spared. Nangong Hao and Chuhe specially sent Su Zijian and several Silver Star monks to pay attention to their own safety. This old cultivator is very vigilant.

Unexpectedly, the young man had no intention of stopping, but instead shook his figure and hit the belly of the Silver Star Old Xiu. The Silver Star Old Xiu's figure suddenly flew hundreds of feet high and fell towards the inner city. His eyes were bulging and his seven orifices were bleeding. This punch directly shattered his heart.

He punched Lao Xiu, and the young man in silver armor continued to move forward, raising his hand to grab Feng Lin'er.

"What a thief, he finally jumped out!"

A cold man's voice sounded, followed by a sword light flashing, pointing directly at the face of the young man with silver armor. The sword light did not contain much force, but was as fast as lightning.

An old cultivator in gray robe stepped out from the crowd and blocked between Feng Lin'er and the young man in silver armor. He raised his left hand and the shadow of his palm cuts towards Feng Lin'er's arm like a knife. He grabbed the void with his right hand. The light and shadow flashed, and a real knife appeared in his palm.

Just now, the sword that attacked the young man with silver armor was an illusory palm sword.

The old cultivator of gray robe also has an ordinary appearance and is not conspicuous in the crowd. But now when he moves, his momentum has changed drastically. With every move, his spiritual pressure on his body is rising step by step.

The expression of the young man in silver armor changed drastically, and his waist suddenly arched. His figure rushed forward flew back dozens of feet away like a big shrimp. He knocked over a large number of monks along the way, raised his hand and punched the shadow of the palm that was approaching the door. A black light flashed in his right hand, and a thin sword like an awl was added.

This man turned out to be the golden-level killer of Zhaixing Tower.

The old man in gray robe was Zhao Ju, the ancestor of the Badao Sect. He forced the awl to retreat with his palm. Then, he raised his hand and slashed his head. The sword light flashed in front of the awl. There was a suffocating powerful pressure coming with the sword light. The cultivators around him felt that their bodies were imprisoned in an instant and could no longer move. They couldn't escape even if they wanted to escape. They all complained secretly, for fear of being injured by accident.

The awl was also complaining secretly. Zhao Ju came prepared and took action as fast as lightning. He caught him off guard. The sword light he slashed out was so fast that he was shocked. He wanted to hide but couldn't dodge, so he could only slash his sword and slash.

The swords collided with each other, and the figure was forced back with a knife and rushed into the city.

Zhao Ju rose into the air, swung the sword in his hand, and slashed out three times in succession. This was the result he wanted. He deliberately suppressed his magic power and forced the awl into the urn, and did not want to accidentally hurt the cultivators around him. At this moment, these three swords were completely different from what he had just now, with a domineering spirit, and the sword chased the soul.

The awl didn't care about concealing his identity. His magic power was rushing. His wrists were shaking, and his sword light was like lightning. He fought and retreated. He actually blocked a dense array of sword lights. The shattered sword light and sword shadows hit the city wall and hit the ground, making a loud noise. The gravel splashed and dust flew. The cultivators on the inner city wall were so scared that they jumped into the inner city.

Seeing Zhao Ju rushing, sword lights became more powerful, and the figure of the awl turned around in the air, changed direction, rushed towards the inner city across a thousand feet, trying to hide in the group of cultivators.

Zhao Ju was afraid of hurting other monks by chance, so he was not afraid, but instead wanted to use the cultivators to protect him.

Just as he rushed to the sky above the inner city, a gray-bearded old cult took a step forward and rushed to his side. He raised his hand and stabbed him on the waist. The sword actually penetrated the silver armor on the auror and stabbed it into his body. He stirred and twisted it and pulled it out. The auror was driven away by a huge force, and a big hole like a bowl was broken. Then, the old cult raised his sleeves, and a ball of yellow powder was not flying out, and instantly covered the auror in the pink.

The acupoint burst into tears and his face was distorted. He never expected that there were two opponents hidden on this section of the city wall that were not inferior to him, and one was more insidious and cunning than the other. The golden-level killer was actually attacked and assassinated and succeeded one after another. It was a simplicity and great irony.

However, the yellow powder had a sweet smell. As soon as the pale was sucked into his nose, it felt like a dizziness that made people feel ecstatic. There was a stinging pain in the wound on his waist, like a group of scorpions and hornets stinging each other. The flow of true qi in his body instantly stagnated, slowing down by three points.

"Not good, poisonous!"

The awl secretly screamed, and his heart was about to break. The cone sword in his hand shook and stabbed the old man with a sword. The figure rushed forward, trying to rush into the inner city and hide in the chaotic crowd.

The old man succeeded with one blow and retreated, flashing a thousand feet. His speed was as fast as awl, and his body was no less than an awl. He easily avoided the sword shadow handed out by the awl, and a sneer of a sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

On the other side, Zhao Ju rushed over in a strong wind, and a sharp sword light slashed out first, slashing firmly on the back of the awl.

The sword light shattered, the armor on the awl broke, the figure rushing forward accelerated, blood was gushing out of his mouth, and he fell head-on on a ground in the inner city, knocking the hard bluestone ground out of a big pit, struggling and jumping up, rushing hundreds of feet high, but then fell head-on to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, his skin had turned into a purple-purple color, his face was swollen, his eyes were protruding, his limbs were trembling like he was out of control, and the blood and flesh rolled up at the wound on his waist turned into purple-black color.

Trying on the ground, he raised his head, looked in the direction where the old man was, and paused word by word, and said with hissing: "Feng... Jiu... Heaven?"

The root of the tongue is numb, the throat is tight, the pronunciation is difficult, and even the soul seems to be attacked by poison, and the consciousness is blurred. If someone faces him from all sides, he will definitely find that his eyes are filled with vicious resentment and anger, and there is also a hint of sadness and despair!

"Grandpa is Feng Jiutian. He dares to kill grandpa's heart-to-heart treasure. Grandpa will not allow you to live until tomorrow!"

The old man with gray hair said slowly, his voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the city.

He still looked lazy, his eyes were shining brightly in his turbid and old eyes. He looked around and looked at Zhao Ju, put away his sword and bowed: "Old Zhao, thank you!"
Chapter completed!