Between the two, Qi Tian was the strongest. As long as he killed him, it would be much easier to kill him, but Han Yu, who was relatively weak, would be left with him.
Seeing that Han Yu had no time to rescue him, Qi Tian's face turned pale as paper. Ye Xuan's punch was not only so fast that he could not respond to the challenge, but his power was also extremely powerful and could not be taken by his strength.
Without any suspense, under the continuous attack of Ye Xuan's knife fists, his life has come to an end.
Ye Xuan fell down with a punch, not only shattering his sword light defense, but also shattering his internal organs. A scream sounded, and his body fell two feet away, and a bunch of blood flowers exuded a strong smell of blood, sprinkled into the air.
When Qi Tian died, Han Yu was shocked. The warrior of the second level of the mortal martial arts realm who was as strong as Qi Tian was solved by Ye Xuan's encounter, which made Han Yu extremely frightened.
At this moment, he had just broken the attack of the scimitar and stood there looking at Ye Xuan in horror.
"You want to kill me?" he asked tremblingly.
Ye Xuan sneered, "If I don't kill you, you will kill me. So, you must die!"
"Let me go, I promise that I will not kill you in this life." Han Yu retreated, his eyes full of fear.
Ye Xuan sneered: "You are a warrior and should have the courage to draw the sword and the invincible will. At this moment, before I took action, you retreated and were not worthy of me killing you."
Han Yu's eyes flashed and she said in surprise: "What do you mean is not to kill me?"
Ye Xuan had no expression on his face, and his body suddenly rose up. The scimitar in his hand had already flew out before him and fell towards Han Yu. Han Yu was so scared that his face turned pale and he quickly raised his sword to fight against the scimitar, but at this moment, he saw an extremely terrifying fist.
"Tell me the location, time and other information about the thief killing meeting. Maybe I can consider giving you a way out before the fist falls."
Ye Xuan's voice sounded, and the fist became even more violent. This was still the first move of Wuming Induction Fist, but he deliberately slowed down a little.
When Han Yu heard his voice, he raised his sword to seal the scimitar attack and quickly said, "In the center of Sihe Valley, at noon tonight, there are nine sects and three sects, and a total of twelve forces participating in the meeting."
His voice was loud and his speech was extremely fast. He was afraid that Ye Xuan would not hear it or could not finish it, so he punched him.
At this moment, a cold roar fell from the sky, and Ye Xuan suddenly felt a very terrifying murderous aura. His body swirled rapidly, and his left fist blasted the second style of Wuming's fist towards the source of the sound. This style contains the mystery of power, which can instantly stimulate the potential of the caster's body and increase its power by several levels.
But I saw a scroll spread out quickly in the sky, and a black light shone on the space within a radius of several meters. A tall black shadow swirling the breath of death was three meters tall like a troll, emitting a monstrous aura of death, and fiercely slaughtering towards Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan was secretly shocked. Without any hesitation, he turned around and flashed. The rise and fall of the person was already ten feet away.
But the tall black demon swayed a huge energy and rushed towards where he fell. He felt something was wrong in his heart, and his feet were like wind, traveling through the bushes, constantly changing with directions. But the demon shadow was like a ghost, carrying endless aura of death, following him closely, no matter how he changed his direction, he could not escape his pursuit.
"Damn, what's this thing?"
He roared angrily, his body turned, and suddenly punched at the demon shadow.
This punch is extremely fast and powerful, and is the second style of Wuming Induction Fist, and contains the mystery of power-inspiring.
boom!
The violent fist energy hit the demon shadow, making a deafening sound. But what shocked him was that he almost drained the strength of his body, but it could not stop the demon shadow from continuing to slaughter.
"It's useless. This is the death scroll. No matter what you think, it will be useless. Unless your cultivation level is stronger than this demon god. Otherwise, within one hour, you will have no trace to escape."
At this moment, two figures fell over the jungle, one of which was pale Han Yu, and the other was tall with a black scarf covered on his face. He sneered, his voice extremely cold.
Han Yu's eyes looked vicious and he said with hatred: "Young Master Jiu, why don't you kill him?"
The young man who was called the Ninth Young Master did not stop Ye Xuan's long-distance route, but sat on the wall and waited for the death scroll to take Ye Xuan's life.
Ye Xuan glanced at the two of them, and his body rose up, and the place where he landed was already a few feet away.
"Don't worry, I won't be killed by you so easily. I said that I would definitely do it if I wanted to kill all the Du family!" He roared coldly, his feet flew, and suddenly turned around and rushed towards the central area of the 100,000-year-old mountain. The demon shadow controlled by the death scroll was chasing him, like a shadow following him.
The young man with black scarf masked eyes were like a sword, and he sneered, his body bounced up, and he followed the demon shadow and chased him in the direction where Ye Xuan ran away.
Ye Xuan jumped wildly. At this moment, he had no other way than to escape. Moreover, he could only escape to the middle of the 100,000 mountains, otherwise he would be surrounded by the disciples of the Dushi family on the periphery.
For an hour, he only needs to hold on for an hour, and the scroll of death will be destroyed without any attack.
However, it is quite difficult to persevere for an hour in this situation. Not to mention that the demon shadow follows like a shadow, the erosion of the death aura on its body alone would be unbearable. If it weren't for the powerful Nine-Descendant divine power to close the breath of the body and not contact the strong breath of death, otherwise the breath of death would have penetrated into his body.
Although this death scroll is different from Shuli's one twenty days ago, it has the same root and origin. The most terrifying thing is that this scroll is much more powerful than Shuli's one.
He ran all the way, and in less than half an hour, he had already jumped out dozens of miles, approaching the edge of the central part of the 100,000 mountains.
As he escaped along the way, ferocious birds screamed and beasts roared. There were monsters above the third level with powerful demonic power everywhere. If the death scroll had not followed Ye Xuan closely, he would have been surrounded by groups of third level monsters at this moment.
Looking at Ye Xuan's running wildly, the young man with a black scarf frowned. He sneered, and suddenly there was a giant bow in his hand. The bow was silver, and a silver arrow feather exuding a strong murderous aura had been placed on the giant bow.
He shouted coldly: "Ye Xuan, do you want to use the monsters in the middle of the 100,000 mountains to destroy my pursuit? Don't think about it!"
After his words finished, the bowstring was already full. With a buzzing sound, the silver arrow feathers shot towards Ye Xuan's back like a bolt of lightning.
Ye Xuan heard the sound of the bowstring and arrow feathers, his expression changed drastically, and he looked back while running.
"Second-level Moyun Arrow? Damn, how could you have Moyun Arrow?"
He roared in shock and thought of a terrible faction. The so-called Ninth Young Master of the Du family should be a disciple of Moyun Sect and a disciple of the inner sect.