When Frost Xi returned to the sheath, the second head of the army also came to his senses from the cold intimidation. Seeing that Yao Ruoyu was only a few feet away from him, without thinking, the entire altar suddenly rose up and retreated lightly. At the same time, he used a move from his right hand to turn the flying sword backwards and stab Yao Ruoyu's back.

The spiritual master has spiritual consciousness. Although Yao Ruoyu is only at three levels and one level, the spiritual consciousness can still cover ten feet of distance after it is unfolded. The flying sword just approached his back, and Yao Ruoyu had already noticed it, but he was still desperate at this moment, and he did not turn back and threw his left hand back, slapped the flying sword with his palm like a brushing his sleeve.

Before he could see it, frost had already flowed out of his palm, and it instantly turned into a piece of ice, freezing the green sword. Then he heard a thud, and it was the sound of the ice that frozen the green sword falling to the ground.

The forehead was shocked, and the second head staggered back half a step, then looked at Yao Ruoyu in anger. However, he was a little confused and shocked, because when the green sword was frozen, his spiritual consciousness attached to the sword body was also frozen.

You know, he is a spiritual master at the third level and ninth level. With Yao Ruoyu's strength of the third level and one level, he can actually freeze his spiritual consciousness so easily. Isn't it said that this person's cultivation is definitely not that simple?

When he thought about this, the second leader did not dare to be negligent. His hands changed and his fingers changed. When he raised his hands, a green spiritual rope appeared out of thin air, turning several times like a soul, flying towards Yao Ruoyu's head like a horse.

Yao Ruoyu didn't dare to let the spiritual cable hit his neck. He paused his forward momentum, pressed his left hand and raised it quickly. In a few breaths, a huge ice wall was erected. He still held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pressed the ice surface with his left hand, and pushed the ice wall again and rushed forward.

This ice wall naturally could not stop the spirit rope released by the second head of the army with the help of the altar, and was smashed by the spirit rope in an instant. However, the spirit rope that passed through the ice chips in the sky did not trap Yao Ruoyu. In other words, when the ice surface exploded, the second head of the army realized that Yao Ruoyu, who should have been behind the ice surface, had disappeared.

The second head of the army was slightly stunned. When he heard the thieves of the bandits not far away, he turned his head as if he woke up from a dream. Sure enough, he saw the figure of the hateful young man passing by several thieves' corpses, and joined forces with the traitor Chen Meng and others to protect Yang Renjie.

When Yao Ruoyu fought with the second head of the army, Chen Meng, Li Yilin and Fu Feng had fought fiercely with the bandits once. Fortunately, the three of them were all in the second realm, and they were not the college student who had never seen blood when they had just traveled through time. They used the strength of the second realm to deal with more than 30 first realm, and Wu Xue's flame spirit technique, they barely fought a draw.

However, this draw was immediately broken by Yao Ruoyu's sneak attack from behind. With his three-level and one-level cultivation level, he killed at least seven unprepared bandits on the spot with just one move.

Seeing Yao Ruoyu coming, Fu Feng inserted his right sword to the side and gasped: "Brother Yao, look at Doudou, something is wrong! Why did he keep looking around there? We didn't respond even when we called him."

Looking at Yang Renjie, Yao Ruoyu frowned and said, "He was hit by the illusion and felt that his level was not low..."

Before he could finish his words, the Second Head of the House in the distance had already roared in a frustration: "Everyone, come to me!" Before he finished speaking, a powerful wave of spiritual energy had flowed out of the altar under his feet, and followed the Second Head of the House's body, and then rushed out of his heavenly spirit cap and came to the top of everyone's heads, it turned into countless green poisonous rains whistling down.

He quickly pulled out a spiritual talisman, Wu Xue gathered his spiritual power to ignite it and threw it upwards. The Erming True Fire swept and evaporated, forming a sea of ​​hanging fire above the heads of several people, and actually blocked the poisonous rain without a single drop.

Noting the surprised gazes of several people, Wu Xue wiped her nose proudly and giggled, "Do you admire me?"

"I admire you, a big-headed ghost!" After rubbing her head hard, Yao Ruoyu turned around and said solemnly, "I'll find a way to break this illusion array. You can resist them first."

Fu Feng pulled out the battle knife and laughed: "No problem!"

Li Yilin held the spear tightly and smiled bitterly: "Brother Yao, hurry up, I'm afraid I'll wet my pants..."

Seeing that the thief was still more than ten steps away from him, Chen Meng smiled and hooked Li Yilin's neck and said with a wicked smile: "Haha, Xunhuan, are you too scared? Why don't we block it first and go back and change your pants?"

"Go to your uncle! My cute master, I mean I'm afraid, haven't peed yet?" He glared at him, Li Yilin turned his head and saw the bandit approaching, and quickly raised his shoulders. The moment when a red light appeared from his arms, the iron-headed wooden spear in his hand had already swung out, and the gun shadow was as fast as a snake's letter. He snatched the bandits' throat before approaching.

When the three of them were bickering, Yao Ruoyu frowned and stood two steps in front of Yang Renjie. It was not that he didn't want to get close, but that he could not get close, because it was not until he approached Yang Renjie that he could sense that the leopard-eyed young man had an invisible spiritual pattern within the two steps around him, which was the magic array pattern that the second leader had just cast.

After pondering for a moment, Yao Ruoyu let go of the hilt of the sword and raised his right hand. As the spiritual power in the purple palace burned, a spiritual seal slowly emerged from his palm, and then he directly reached out and pressed it on the spiritual pattern that was invisible to the naked eye.

The moment the palm pressed down, the void within two steps around Yang Renjie suddenly flashed, and countless cages made of green fluorescent light suddenly appeared. However, as these spiritual patterns emerged, the originally bright green light suddenly dimmed, but the spiritual energy that maintained this illusion array was sucked away by Yao Ruoyu's palm spiritual seal.

However, these spiritual energy did not stop at the spiritual seal, but came to Yao Ruoyu's purple palace through the spiritual seal. His eyebrows suddenly felt ache, and a dark and depressed aura came to his purple palace with this spiritual energy. If it weren't for the unparalleled art of art and the unparalleled and suppressed the resentful aura, his purple palace might have corrupted the spiritual energy.

Shaking his head, Yao Ruoyu finally recovered from his awakening, but a little horror and gratitude unconsciously emerged in his eyes.

Although I had known that the magic tricks were unparalleled, I had no clarity without comparison. This was indeed the martial arts of the First Emperor, as described in the cave. When it comes to the dominance of the world, even the Purple Thunder Sword Technique, known for its dominance in the later generations, did not have the magic tricks and dominances.

At this moment, the fierce battle was in full swing, and Yao Ruoyu did not dare to be distracted. After suppressing the spiritual energy, he continued to force and continued to swallow the spiritual energy of the illusion array with his palm.

Seeing Yao Ruoyu appearing in the shape of his illusion array from afar, the second head frowned. Although he was not handsome, he also had a bit of the elegant temperament of a scholar. However, because of the viciousness mixed in it, he looked extremely gloomy.

With his left hand, the second leader closed and pushed like a ball in his arms. The huge spiritual energy absorbed by the altar turned into a ball of green light with a fishy smell, which was blown away at Yao Ruoyu.

Although he was breaking the illusion array, Yao Ruoyu still had some thoughts to pay attention to it. He sensed the magnificent spiritual energy contained in the green ball. He immediately stopped Fu Feng who wanted to go forward to resist. He drew his sword with his right hand and pointed it out with a sword behind him. At the same time, the huge spiritual energy he had absorbed was condensed by him and rushed out along the sword's edge, facing the green light ball like an angry wave.

Boom! The angry waves collided with the light ball in the sky, and the violent fluctuations directly lowered the ground by half a foot, and green liquid splashed all over the sky, corroding the ground one after another. It looked hideous and disgusting, and it was a nightmare for patients with dense phobia.

Because he forcibly blasted out the sucked spirit, Yao Ruoyu couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his eyebrows, and his throat felt a little fishy and sweet. He swallowed it down. Then he raised his hand and slapped it again, swallowing some of the savage array's spiritual energy again.

The phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and the second leader looked at Yao Ruoyu incredibly. He was a spiritual master of the third level and ninth level. With the attack released from the altar, he could threaten the fourth level. How could this young man have only the third level and one level in his cultivation level, so how could he block his attack?

But at this moment he couldn't think too much about this mysterious young man. If the leopard-eyed young man from Chujia Village had escaped from the previous leopard-eyed young man, even if he would not have lost, he would not have been able to gain the upper hand.

As soon as the thought was stopped, the second leader stood up with his sword, and at the same time waved his sleeves and fired countless green lights. All of them were sinking into the bodies of more than 20 bandits who had retreated to the surroundings. Suddenly, these bandits roared like they had taken stimulants, and rushed out with fierce eyes.

Seeing these bandits rushing up, the second head suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He quickly covered his chest and looked at everyone with hatred. The spiritual method he practiced was called "Resentful Soul", which mainly consisted of poison and soul control. It was only a medium-level martial art, but it was enough in the Wulong area.

However, this technique has a great disadvantage. Because practicing the technique requires continuous absorption of negative emotions such as resentment, the practitioner's body will be constantly corroded by those negative emotions over time and must be suppressed by drugs. Once the battle is too intense, it will also lead to negative emotions that penetrate into the body.

Seeing the thieves rushing towards them madly, Li Yilin suddenly exclaimed: "Damn it! Are these people crazy? Why do you feel like you think of us as enemies who killed our father!"

"Breaking people's wealth is like killing parents, it's almost done," Fu Feng grinned, looked at the sword that was only half left in his hand, threw it away, picked up the machete from the side, gritted his teeth, "Everything will be survived, have you heard?"

Chen Meng did not joke in an abnormal manner. His honest face was full of solemnity, and he also held the big knife tightly, but only he knew that his palm was covered with sweat.

Fifteen zhang! Ten zhang! Five zhang!

When the bandits were only three feet away from them, Fu Feng, Li Yilin and Chen Meng all had their true energy rising, and then they jumped to meet them.

However, at this critical moment, a wave of air like a collapse suddenly rippled behind the three of them. Then a roar of thunder was heard. The purple lightning in the sky rushed over the heads of the three of them and condensed into thunderbolts surrounding them, pushing the figure in the middle and rising up until it came to the heads of the bandits.

Staring at the group of bandits covered in resentful aura below, Yang Renjie's eyes were glaring, his body twisted, and his thunderbolts gathered with the flow, and as the Purple Thunder Knife rotated together, he pounced straight from a high altitude.

"The second strike of the Purple Thunder Sword Technique..."

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Chapter completed!