.Pi Qiu, Qiu Qing and Ma De didn't dare to let out a breath, and stood in the hall with his hands hanging down. There was a man in black robe sitting upright in the hall. The man was wearing a hideous ghost mask on his face, only revealing his eyes and mouth, and a faint power was emitting all over his body. The man was slightly closed, like a goshawk standing on a cliff to recuperate. Although he closed his eyes and wings, his remaining power still existed.

"Report to the shopkeeper, that man is coming here!" A spy hurriedly walked in and reported. Pi Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the spy that Han Yun had not left his residence, he would have thought Han Yun had sneaked away secretly. If this was the case, he would have to be prepared to bear the anger of the man above.

"Master, that person will arrive soon!" Pi Qiu said respectfully. The man in black robe suddenly opened his eyes, and Pi Qiu felt that two sharp auras penetrated into his body. Fortunately, it was only a moment. The man in black robe quickly calmed down and said a word with indifferentness without any emotion: "Yes!"

Crack! A powerful sword light in the sky passed by, and after a loud bang, there was a clatter of objects falling to the ground, followed by a burst of shouting and scolding, the voices were noisy, and the light of magic weapons came one after another.

The ghost-faced man had disappeared from his seat as he moved. Pi Qiu and others rushed to draw out magic weapons and soared from the yard. The first thing that caught his eye was the collapsed street front desk. A large group of people were surrounding the door, and the magic weapons above the surrounding streets were shining. Many people were stomping on magic weapons and watching something, pricking their ears one by one, and they were in excitement. In this passionate and rough Red City, fighting and killing was a common occurrence. The city guards didn't care at all, so they could compensate for the money at the price.

I saw a beautiful woman in yellow dress holding a sword weapon, standing in the air, her eyes were covered with Xiao Sha, her face was frosty, her body was filled with spiritual power, and the long sword in her hand exuded a terrifying sword intent, forcing everyone to approach. She was actually a sword cultivator.

A cultivator in a black cloak was standing in the middle of the street and confronting the female cultivator with a yellow shirt. A top-grade spiritual shield was opened in front of him. He was holding a three-foot-long giant flame sword in his hand, making a slashing sound, and a wave of heat spread out in all directions. The fireworks of the giant flame sword were pure golden, and turned out to be pure sun fire.

"Thief, return the things back and spare you!" The cultivator in the yellow-shirt said coldly, with endless murderous intent in his voice. The cultivator around him suddenly realized that it was the cloaked man who had taken the things of the cultivator in the yellow-shirt, but he didn't know what was important, but the cultivator in the yellow-shirt actually intercepted and asked for it in the street.

Pi Qiu's eyelids twitched and sent a voice to the ghostly faced man standing next to him: "Master, the thing is on the cloaked man. The woman in yellow clothes should be Chu Ran's sword - Chu Junchuo, the old demon Chiyan is searching for her. It seems that the rumors are indeed true, but somehow the thing was taken away by the cloaked man!"

"Hehe, it's really a ghost!" Han Yun sneered, and the giant flame sword in his hand suddenly burst out, forming a fire dragon worth more than ten feet long toward the woman in yellow. The golden fire light was as dazzling as a scorching sun, making people unable to open their eyes.

Hu~Peng~

The temperature around the surroundings rose sharply, and the hot air waves forced the people around them to retreat one after another. The houses on both sides of the street were immediately ignited, instantly causing a large number of curses. The female cultivator in the yellow shirt was flooded by the fire.

Swish~buzz~

The dragon roared in the nine heavens, the sword energy surged into the sky, and the fire dragon was wiped out by a sword by the female cultivator in the yellow shirt.

Chichi~

Thousands of sword shadows spiraled around the center of the yellow-shirted female cultivator, and spread like waves. The sharp sword intent was stormed and stirred. Some close cultivators were instantly stabbed and injured a large area, which caused the fish to harm the pond!

After Han Yun swung a sword, he turned around and rushed out wildly. The cultivator in yellow shouted coldly: "Don't leave, don't go, return the spiritual transformation bottle!" The long sword flew out into the air, and cut out a train, slashing towards Han Yun's back, and at the same time turned into a yellow shadow and chased him reluctantly.

Chih!

The fierce sword cut Han Yun's top-grade spiritual shield blocking behind him into two sections. Han Yun rolled in a mess, avoiding the sword that must be killed, and rushed into a small alley in panic, running wildly. He took his busy schedule and threw dozens of magic talismans back, instantly knocking the houses on both sides of the alley into ruins.

As soon as the four words "Spirit of Spirit Purification Bottle" were spoken by the cultivator in the yellow clothes came out, it immediately seemed like adding a spoonful of water to a boiling oil pan, and it exploded instantly. The Red Flame Venerable destroyed the spirit mine of the Kumu Sect and chased Chu Junchuo. Everyone had heard of it. The matter of the Spirit Purification Bottle was probably not groundless. Since we met it today, there was no reason to let it go. The treasure was unowned, and the ability was there to live there and rob it! So everyone chased and intercepted the cloaked man like chicken blood.

"Why didn't the commander take action? It would be difficult to deal with the old demon Chiyan later!" Pi Qiu sent a voice anxiously. The ghost-faced man said lightly: "It's a bit inappropriate, let's talk about it!"

In his opinion, Chu Junchuo's cultivation is far superior to that of the cloaked man. How could he not kill him with one sword and let him escape?

The cloakers fled desperately all the way, and they all avoided Chu Junchuo's sword every time. Instead, the unlucky guys who were chasing and blocking were killed by Chu Junchuo's fierce sword. The cloak cultivators rushed left and right in a mess and fled to the door of the Yipin Pavilion. At this time, the cultivators who heard the sound of the wind surrounded them from all directions. Judging from the momentum, there were no one thousand or eight hundred, and the surrounding sky and roofs were full of people.

At this time, the man in the cloak might have known that he had no way to escape, so he stood still and confronted Chu Junchuo. Chu Junchuo was hanging in the air, holding a sword technique in his hand, and the long sword was hanging in front of his chest, and he was vaguely trying to release it. The cultivators in the first-grade pavilion all ran out to watch the fun, and more and more people around him gathered.

"Haha, Chu Junchuo, aren't you going to transform into a spirit and clean bottle? Just take it!" A black light flashed in the hands of the cloaked man, and a small gray bottle had already appeared. He raised his hand and threw it at the onlookers.

"You are looking for death!" Chu Junchuo shouted angrily, and rushed towards Han Yun like lightning, with his palms like lightning, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind. Bun! With a loud bang, the cloaked man flew out like a defeated grass, blood spurted out, and flew out over the heads of everyone and flew into the first-grade pavilion, smashing the golden paint sign to pieces. He did not pay attention to the life and death of the cloaked man, because everyone's eyes were focused on the gray-black bottle in the air, and were rushing at the extraordinary speed. Dozens of hands stretched out quickly and grabbed the spiritual clean bottle.

Buzz!

With a sound of sword, the sword shadow fell from the sky.

Puff~

Blood splattered like rain, and the broken limbs fell with shrill screams. The sharp sword intent cut off dozens of arms in an instant.

What a sharp and domineering sword!

Like the setting sun shining in the sky, a sword shook everyone, and the inspiration of the sword shocked everyone, as if they were immersed in a fixed curse, and they were stunned for a few seconds.

"Hmph!" With a cold snorkeling, the long sword carried a small gray-black bottle and flew back towards Chu Junchuo. At this time, everyone realized from the power of the sword and rushed towards Chu Junchuo like a desperate attempt.

As the bottle was about to fall into Chu Junchuo's hands, a vast aura suddenly exploded. The huge pressure knocked the cultivators who were trying to rush up to grab the Spirit-Cultivation Purification Bottle and vomited blood and fell away. Chu Junchuo felt a huge force suppressing his flying sword. She actually tried her best but couldn't move. The Spirit-Cultivation Purification Bottle trembled slightly on the sword.

Looking up, I saw a black-robed ghost-faced man standing in the void, with a cloak flying. The pair of eyes under the ghost face were so indifferent that they had no feelings. The whole person was like the center of a storm, with powerful momentum scattered and radiating. Behind him, a huge* Dharma image appeared, which was clear and solid.

"Ah, the Nascent Soul cultivators!" The shrimps and fish retreated in horror, not daring to get closer. Chu Junchuo was stunned and gritted his teeth suddenly. The sword buzzed and there was a faint tendency to break free. A trace of surprise flashed in the indifferent eyes of the ghost-faced man. With a cold snorting, Chu Junchuo immediately shook his whole body, as if he was struck by lightning, his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out. The light of the flying sword darkened, and the "spirit-turning bottle" flew towards the ghost-faced man.

Whoosh ~
Chapter completed!