Tu Shanjun's sharp eyes no longer stayed on Wen Yue, but on Cui Guang, who was at the seventh level of Qi training.
Without the constraints of a seriously injured target, Cui Guang no longer has to restrain himself.
As the others approached Wen Yue, he still had a chance to resist.
If Cui Guang is allowed to get close, Wen Yue will definitely die by the sword.
As expected, Cui Guang laughed.
A cheerful smile.
Laughing loudly.
He fought this battle very frustratedly.
Although he was obviously very strong, he was dragged by an evil spirit because of the seriously injured Junior Brother Tang. He could not use his strength to the fifth level, let alone be able to distance himself and drag this evil spirit to death in the late stage of Qi training.
But it's fine now.
Junior Brother Tang Wen is now awake. Not to mention having the ability to protect himself, Cui Guang will feel very happy as long as he can avoid becoming a target.
He was finally able to give full play to his strength.
"What? Are you scared?"
Cui Guang stared at Tushanjun with anger, his voice was calm but he seemed to have seen the end of Tushanjun.
Tushanjun's scarlet eyes did not show any fear, but he was very calm, and even his body was not so tense.
Seeing Tu Shanjun so calm, Cui Guang became angry.
He had been depressed for so long, and now he finally turned around. Why was the evil ghost in front of him so calm? Did he not know that he would die?
Why is an evil ghost not afraid of Qi Practitioners?
"Death!"
Cui Guang shouted loudly.
A pinch of the magic formula and a command to kill.
The red long sword suddenly turned into three rainbows and flew towards Tushanjun.
Tu Shanjun wanted to move and dodge, but Cui Guang's strength was indeed released without the burden of restraint.
Completely suppress Tu Shanjun.
As the flying sword passed by, black ghost blood immediately scattered and fell to the ground, and the skin and flesh on his body burst open.
He just needs a chance, a chance to die together with Cui Guang.
Tu Shanjun retreated unbearably, but Cui Guang thought he wanted to escape, so he turned his flying sword and stabbed Wen Yue.
Tu Shanjun could not avoid it, and he had no way to retreat. He immediately blocked the red sword with his twisted arm.
With a muffled sound, the long red sword penetrated Tushanjun's palm and plunged along his blue-black arm. In the end, only the hilt of the sword remained at the front of the blue-black ghost hand.
This kind of pain was heartbreaking, penetrating through the bones and straight into the soul, making Tushanjun's face distorted.
Cui Guang looked indifferent. The evil ghost had used this method to hold him back just now. Now that he was treating the other person in his own way, it was time for the evil ghost to taste the aggrieved feeling.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Cui Guang had already appeared in front of Tushanjun, reaching out to grab the hilt of the sword on Tushanjun's left palm.
Tu Shanjun did not retreat but advanced, grabbing the hilt of his sword.
He roared and tore off his shoulder forcefully.
As Cui Guang approached him, he slashed at him.
"Stab it."
The robe on Cui Guang's chest was directly cut open, and a deep wound with bone visible appeared on Cui Guang's chest. The skin and flesh were turned out and blood overflowed.
Cui Guang felt his energy and blood surging, he was dizzy, and he almost lost his balance when he staggered.
Wow, I spat out a mouthful of blood in my chest, my originally red face quickly turned pale, and the blood on my lips faded.
Tu Shanjun grinned ferociously and laughed.
His half-severed ghost hand was still hung on the long red sword.
He opened his mouth wide and swallowed his own arm in one gulp.
The broken arm suddenly condensed into black mist, and the bleeding wound stopped slightly.
Cui Guang's eyes flashed with fear, he was afraid.
"Junior Brother Tang, what are you doing standing still? Kill this demon quickly." Brother Luopan yelled. His injuries were not serious. His arms were still shaking. If the elixir hadn't supported his body, he would have fallen to the ground.
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Originally, although Senior Brother Cui was the most aggrieved, his combat power was best preserved. Unexpectedly, the evil spirit would be so vicious and would severely injure Senior Brother Cui even if he tore his own arm apart.
Tang Wen's injury recovered slightly, and when he heard his senior brother's cry, he took another look at the situation and saw that this was the time for him to make a mistake.
Wen Yue chuckled: "That boy, your senior brother asked you to die."
"How could you be seriously injured by me at the sixth level of Qi training? I just want to get rid of you as a burden."
"Come here, I will kill you if you come here, just to fulfill your senior brother's wish."
Wen Yue held the soul flag, panting but looking calm, looking directly at Tang Wen who was walking over.
His words are exciting, but his expression remains unchanged.
After Tang Wen passed the first attack, he still had ghost roars buzzing in his head. He was also very scared of the inexplicable ghost. Now when he heard Wen Yue say this, he suddenly looked at Senior Brother Wang with some suspicion.
Senior Brother Wang, who is in charge of the Blood Curse Compass, is at the sixth level of Qi training, but now he is seriously injured.
Both Senior Brother Cui and Senior Brother Lin were restrained by evil spirits, and indeed he was the only one able to move freely.
But what if what the devil said is true?
Tang Wen's expression was gloomy. He impulsively used the flying sword but was scolded by the ghost. After that, he did not know whether he would live or die. Maybe the senior brothers did have opinions on his actions.
Wen Yue held the soul flag, his expression unchanged, but his heart was full of nervousness.
The husband was struggling to hold on, and his body had even been damaged. If he hadn't been able to hold back, he would have cried out in surprise. What he needed now was to quickly use the spirit stone and the Yinhun Dan to restore his mana, so that he could have a chance to fight for his life.
Brother Luopan couldn't believe it. Junior Brother Tang was actually frightened by the devil's words, and he shouted angrily: "The devil is lying to you."
"Half of his body is pinned by the One Yuan Sword Talisman, and his magic power is exhausted. How can he deal with you?"
"Senior brothers have been protecting you for two hours. If they have harmful intentions for you, will Senior Brother Cui be willing to risk his injuries to stop the evil spirit?"
"Tang Wen, don't do anything yet!"
Tang Wen suddenly woke up and stared at Wen Yue with an angry look on his face: "You lied to me."
Wen Yue smiled brightly and narrowed his eyes: "You can come and try."
"You still want to bluff me."
Tang Wen was furious, and the mana in his Dantian suddenly filled his body and covered the low-grade magic sword in his hand. In an instant, he appeared in front of Wen Yue.
Wen Yue wanted to move his body, but as Brother Luo Pan said, he had no strength left.
The last 30% of the mana was drained by 20%.
"Hundred Ghosts at Night."
The evil ghost's phantom jumped out from the soul flag, and the phantom flickered and struck Tang Wen.
Tang Wen flipped his wrist, and a spiritual talisman turned into powder and formed a light mask covering his body.
The shadow and the mask collide and are both annihilated.
"Do you think I'm defenseless?"
Tang Wen became more and more angry. The truth was just as his senior brother said, this man was just scaring him.
Because of this, he was even more angry and angry at his own cowardice.
The horizontal sword slashed at Wen Yue's neck.
Tushanjun, who noticed this scene, roared loudly, his eyes were red, and he ran towards him.
The guarding evil spirits were no longer able to continue. Wen Yue faced Tang Wen directly with no other expression on his face.
He didn't call out to his husband either, as he was afraid that he would distract him because of himself.
But in the end, Mr. noticed it.
"I really have regrets in this life."
"Keng!"
A black arm blocked the blade of the sword. The black-armored arm was strong and powerful. The blue-black cuticle was more than an inch deep, and traces of blood flowed from the gap.
The master with big hands yanked the reins fiercely.
The strong war horse roared and raised its hooves, kicking on Tang Wen's chest.
There was a bang.
Tang Wen was kicked out like a cannonball.
"Sister...husband."
Wen Yue heard the sound and looked around. On the horse was Sanhu, whose hands were covered with black ghost hands.
Sanhu smiled stupidly and didn't even seem to notice that his arm was bleeding.
"Sanhu, what are you doing here?"
"How did you get in!"
Wen Yue didn't feel happy at all.
He even felt cold in his heart.
The situation is like a hot pot, and they are all ants waiting to die.
Isn't it enough for one person to die?
Now that Sanhu comes in, he will also die.
"Sister...husband."
"Three Tigers are awesome."
Sanhu smiled.
Wen Yue looked back and saw that the small maze that had been used to avoid the large army had been smashed by the three tigers.