The light in her eyes lifted slightly, she stared.

No need to speak, Feng Chenglin understood her eyes.

"Be careful yourself!"

After two steps back, Feng Chenglin finally turned around and ran away.

Xue Zhian was unwilling to want to catch him again, but he couldn't hold back Ling Luoyu's madness.

The Chaos Yuan Ling doubled its power in an instant, making him feel the invisible pressure.

"Zhipeng, Wanquan!"

The other two understood, the gold element was once again poured into the silver net, outflank the soul blade.

The corners of Ling Luoyu's lips faded with a thin smile at that moment, and he suddenly gave up the soul blade, turned and swept away.

"Don't let her run away!"

Xue Zhian carried down the soul blade alone.

"You two, go after it!"

Zhipeng and Wan Quan responded, both broke the roof and flew to chase Ling Luoyu.

At that moment, Xue Zhian also wrapped the soul blade with a silver net, put it in the universe bag, and then chased the three people.

The four people, like ghosts, flew in the direction of Mu Yunshan.

Not long after, he has already caught up with the peak of Mu Yunshan.

Because of the killing during the day, Mu Yunshan at this time has become a dead mountain.

In addition to the smell of blood, the whole sky was faintly mixed with the smell of gunpowder.

Ling Luoyu rushed straight to the top, but suddenly stopped at the highest point.

In front of her, there is a vast abyss surrounded by white mist.

The sound of hunting and hunting came from behind, and Xue Zhian and others had already caught up.

"Ling Luoyu, where do you want to run this time?"

Ling Luoyu slowly turned around, his black eyes burning, fixedly looking at the three people.

"Who said I want to escape?"

Xue Zhian understood something: "Did you deliberately bring us here?"

"Otherwise... what do you think?!"

Ling Luoyu raised his head suddenly, and the corners of his lips were raised diagonally, fading out a touch of evil.

"Could it be that I thought I could not become an army, so I fled?"

Zhipeng and Wanquan looked at each other immediately.

Obviously, they all think so!

The fight just now is obvious, and they have the upper hand.

Xue Zhian sneered: "Ling Luoyu, I know you are clever, but you can't win if you speak big words! You have lost your weapons, so what right do you have to say that you are not running away?!"

"Speaking of weapons, I suddenly remembered!"

The evil smile was released on Ling Luoyu's lips.

"Thank you for bringing me here..."

Hao's wrist flipped, and the soul blade burst out of Xue Zhian's universe bag with a "swish".

At the moment of breaking out, she did not forget to cut his thigh with another severe knife.

"Well!"

Although Xue Zhian was on guard and avoided it in time, he could carry the soul blade of the Primordial Chaos Spirit, which was not a magic weapon that he could avoid if he wanted to be on guard.

In the muffled sound, the soul blade flew back to Ling Luoyu's hand with a blood stain.

"Xue Zhian!"

Zhipeng and Wan Quan hurriedly stood guard around, very cautious.

"Are you OK?!"

"It's okay!"

Compared with the wound on his leg, Xue Zhian felt that his face hurt more seriously.

He has been counted twice by Ling Luoyu!

Although every injury was not serious, it made him very unhappy.

"Ling Luoyu, it seems that you are the same as the legend, very difficult to deal with!"

"The legend? Whose legend? Where did the legend come from?!!!"

Ling Luoyu's playful eyes flowed over the three of them, Xie Ning raised his lips.

"If I guessed correctly, the three are half-demons!! And I don't seem to have any conflicts with your half-demons, right?! But the three of you just came to me without saying a word?! As the saying goes, death is also dead. Understand, should the three of you explain to me, what is all this going on?!"