"Damn it, this kid's swordsmanship is so powerful!" Ancestor Bliss was treating his injuries while nervously paying attention to the battle situation over there.

Seeing his disciples and grandsons being killed one after another, he felt anxious in his heart.

"If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to heal the injuries of the ancestor." Ancestor Ji Le shouted urgently: "No retreat, no one is allowed to escape, let me stop him!"

"Master, I'm afraid this person is in the first-level Xiantian realm, we can't stop him!"

The foreheads of the disciples in the Paradise Valley were covered with cold sweat. They were killed and left behind their helmets and armor. They were in a state of utter embarrassment.

"You have to block it even if you can't, otherwise I will make your death worse, Ancestor!" Ancestor Bliss shouted sternly, while seizing the time to treat the injuries in his body. He was seriously injured, and although the missile failed to kill him,

However, the terrifying explosion force caused a violent shock to his internal organs. He could not recover in a short time. He could only seize the time to treat some of the injuries before he could escape.

Time is very important now, and both sides are racing against time. Ancestor Bliss is desperately trying to heal the damage, while Ye Xing is fighting hard. He must kill all his disciples before Ancestor Bliss recovers from his injuries.

"Phew!" "Ping ping ping pong!"

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

The black light trembled, blood flowers bloomed, and corpses fell into a pool of blood.

Ye Xing stepped on the "Eight Steps of Demonic Heaven", and his body shape flickered left and right, moving back and forth like a ghost, erratic. The "Qingyun Sword Technique" in the Dacheng realm is even more powerful. And the "Nine Turns of the Golden Body"

And the super defense of "Buddhist Golden Bell" made him feel like he was in no one's land. Those injuries that were not powerful enough were directly immune to him on the spot. Even their full blow could only scratch Ye Xing's skin at most.

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With several magical skills in his possession, although Ye Xing's cultivation level is only at the late second-level innate stage, his actual combat power is actually very close to that of the first-level innate state.

"Boo!" "Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Heads were thrown up one after another, and the number of casualties among the disciples of Paradise Valley was constantly increasing. Ye Xing would never be soft on these evil demons, and those with third-level innate realm cultivation were killed instantly in front of him. Second-level innate ones were instantly killed in front of him.

Even those at the highest level could only take three or five moves from Ye Xing's hands. The strongest, second-level innate pinnacle, fought with Ye Xing for more than ten moves before being killed by Ye Xing's sword.

"It's your turn, old man Bliss!"

The long sword was dripping with bright red blood. A cold light flashed in Ye Xing's eyes, and he looked at the Ancestor Bliss with cold eyes. Without giving him a chance to heal, Ye Xing raised the sword of light in his hand and quickly killed the Ancestor Bliss.

"Despicable boy, one day, my ancestor, I will recover from my injuries and I will definitely cut you into pieces!"

Ancestor Bliss gritted his teeth, but for the sake of his own life, he also took care of healing his injuries. He could only forcibly pick up a mouthful of true energy, launch Qinggong and flee towards the distant mountains and forests.

"Want to leave? Haha, can you escape?"

Ye Xing curled up into a sneer, stepped on the "Eight Steps of the Devil", and with a 'swish' sound, he quickly chased after him like a ghost.

"Eight Steps of Demonic Heaven" is a peerless Qing Gong, and Ye Xing has even cultivated it to the Dacheng state, which is faster than the Qing Gong at the top level of the heavenly level. In terms of the state of Qing Gong alone, Ye Xing is no worse than the Patriarch of Bliss.

, the two's Qinggong are almost the same. If Ye Xing loses, he loses because his internal strength is not as deep as his opponent's. After all, the true energy of the second-level innate realm is not as rich and pure as the true essence of the first-level innate realm.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Ye Xing's Qing Gong speed is slightly slower than that of Patriarch Bliss. However, now that Patriarch Bliss is seriously injured, he has to allocate more than half of his true energy to treat the injuries in his body. While doing the treatment, he

In terms of escape speed, he was even slower than Ye Xing, and the distance between the two was getting closer.

The crescent moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight shines on the mountains and forests, the vast green fields and the mottled shadows of the trees.

The wind roared in the ears, and the trees on both sides quickly retreated. Ye Xing's body clung tightly behind the Ancestor Bliss, approaching bit by bit.

"This old guy is quite capable of escaping, but now that he's seriously injured, I don't believe he can still—no, why did his speed increase so quickly all of a sudden!"

Ye Xing's face changed as he was chasing.

I saw a burst of light cyan energy suddenly erupting from the body of the ancestor of Bliss in front of me, like a strong wind, and his speed suddenly soared by tens of thousands. Originally, he had been pulled closer to less than a hundred meters by Ye Xing, and was suddenly pulled away from him again.

Throw it away far away.

"Damn it, why did this old guy's speed increase so much inexplicably?" Ye Xing frowned, "Oh no - I can't catch up!"

The ancestor of Bliss in front was surrounded by green light, and the strong wind in the air was undulating. The invisible wind was constantly pushing him forward at high speed. The speed kept soaring, and in just two breaths, the ancestor of Bliss was already separated from Ye Xing.

After passing a distance of three to five hundred meters, with a flash of light, it ran directly into the dense woods and disappeared.

If the distance was only one or two hundred meters, Ye Xing could still see things at night with the warrior's super eyesight. However, now that the distance had exceeded more than five hundred meters, and there were many trees interfering with his vision, Ye Xing suddenly lost his vision.

The whereabouts of Patriarch Bliss.

"Damn, he ran away. It's really a ghost. This old guy was obviously seriously injured, but he was still so fast! What is that cyan energy that surrounds him? It doesn't seem to be true energy?" Ye Xing's eyes flashed.

He moved, looking at the vast green fields around him, he saw that there was no trace of Ancestor Ji Le, "No, we can't let him escape, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"

The prey that was halfway pursued suddenly disappeared. Ye Xing was very unwilling and immediately continued to pursue forward.

The night wind blows, and the branches and leaves of the trees in the forest sway back and forth, making a rustling sound.

Ye Xing started Qinggong and transformed into a green shadow that shuttled through the mountains and forests. After chasing for a quarter of an hour or two based on his feelings, Ye Xing discovered to his dismay that the Patriarch of Bliss had probably lost track of him.

"It's so depressing. I was boasting so much in front of Mengxue's wife just now. But now the Ancestor Bliss has run away and a missile was wasted!" Ye Xing felt helpless, "Hey, my cultivation is still not enough after all. If

If he were stronger, it wouldn't be so easy for the Patriarch of Bliss to leave. Forget it, I'll wait for you to enter the first-class Xiantian realm and then take his life!"

Although I am very reluctant, I have no choice but to give up now. After all, the person has disappeared from the field of vision. If I continue to pursue him, it will be difficult to find the Patriarch of Bliss. Rather than wasting time, it is better to go back and practice.

Immediately, Ye Xingyun Gong activated the purple light group in his Dantian, and when he was about to leave the Wulin Continent, suddenly——

Just then——

"Yo!"

There was a clear bird song in the night sky, the sound came from far away and approached quickly towards this side.

"Eh - this voice? Isn't this Xiao Zi!" Ye Xing's eyes lit up and he looked up.

Under the crescent moon, in the night sky, a purple flying eagle was gliding quickly towards Ye Xing. Its lavender feathers, sharp talons, and a small cluster of golden hairs on its forehead were even more shining.
Chapter completed!