The villain is coming back strong [Quick wear]

The autumn wind blows thousands of miles overnight, the moon hangs on the screen, and the cold penetrates people's clothes.

In the lonely night, the sky was crimson, and the moonlight fell, covering the dark distant mountains with a viscous coldness.

In the mountains, the cold wind whizzed past, mixed with a few tired panting breaths in the wind, a figure covered in blood leaped in the jungle, wisps of spiritual power continuously emerged from his feet, his body shape changed all the time, and he was moving towards the unknown. The lofty city in the distance swept away quickly.

Along the way, pitch-black blood stained the flowers and plants. It seemed that the physical strength was a little weak, and it seemed that the spiritual power was about to be exhausted. When the distance from Xuan'an City was less than ten miles away, an attack transformed by spiritual power hit the figure viciously. back.

There was no way for the blood man to dodge, he abruptly received the attack with his back, and spewed out a big mouthful of blood.

"Hahahahaha, escape, let me see how you escape."

"Tsk, I can really run, my physical strength is not so good."

There were a few teasing voices behind him, and the cultivators chasing him were half-floating in the air, watching the bloody man flee in a panic, and from time to time let out a few smirks, as if he had become a shackle and couldn't escape their trap at all. The palm of the hand is just like a cat teasing a mouse, adding a bit of fun.

However, even though his body was covered in bruises, the bloody man suddenly burst out. When the pursuers were teasing and talking, and did not pay attention to the bloody man, his figure suddenly appeared like a sharp arrow, Jumped straight out.

But in an instant, the figure was gone.

An older man among those who were chasing suddenly changed his face, and glared at the others, "Damn it, you're still joking around here, why don't you hurry up?"

The rest of the people immediately mobilized their spiritual power, and one of them flew out like an arrow.

A moment later, from a small clump of dark bushes, a figure dripping with blood slowly fell out, lying on the ground panting heavily.

He was covered with wounds all over his body, and the white flesh was rolling at the wound on the back of the spine that ran through the entire back, and the bones inside could even be seen.

He raised his hand with difficulty and wiped away the blood covering his eyelids, and the blood mist in front of him finally regained some clarity.

Almost his entire body went limp, and he exhaled deeply, "Finally, I got rid of it..."

However, as soon as his almost whispered words fell, a devil-like voice exploded in his ears.

"Really?"

The body stiffened in an instant, and the blood man felt that his internal organs were frozen in ice at this moment. His whole body was almost like a puppet. He turned his neck mechanically and looked in the direction of the voice.

His pupils suddenly dilated in an instant, and despair almost flooded his entire chest.

As far as he could see, there were quite a few people who were chasing him just now standing there.

The slightly older monk looked at him coldly, as if in their eyes, he had become a dead person, "Hand over the things, and I will give you a good time."

The rest of the people also echoed, "That's right, hand it over quickly, otherwise, you won't be able to survive or die!"

"It's great for you, and you've learned to play tricks," one of the monks kicked the bloody man cursingly, causing him to roll several times in the grass, "I really thought we were all fools." Woolen cloth?"

Another monk pointed his sword directly at his dantian, "Hand over your things, or else, I will destroy you now!"

Facing the heavy pressure, the blood man's throat rolled, and he seemed extremely weak, and his voice was almost like a mosquito, "I... I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't pretend!" The elder monk's eyes were slightly cold, and he took the long sword from another monk, and the tip of the sword pierced an inch into the blood man's dantian, "Relic, hand it over."

The blood man snorted, he was seriously injured, and his dantian was severely injured at this moment, his whole face was contorted due to the pain, but he still spoke stiffly, "I don't know about relics."

The elder monk sneered, "I don't know? What are you kidding? Your descendants of the Qi family have changed their names and surnames for tens of thousands of years, isn't it just to protect the relic? Now tell me I don't know, are you fooling me?"

When he heard the words "Qi's descendants", the blood man's expression was a little shaken, but immediately, he tried his best to suppress the panic in his heart.

"You have searched my entire sect, but have you found any relics? If there is none, then there is none, even if you kill me."

"It seems that you don't shed tears when you see the coffin," the elder monk's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and the long sword in his hand plunged straight into the blood man's dantian.

"what--"

The dantian was destroyed, and the bloody man let out a shrill cry, and rolled on the ground in pain, the blood color from the sky mixed with his blood, and his face was covered with bright red.

The spiritual power in the body spilled out at an astonishing speed, and everything he had cultivated for decades was about to be reduced to nothing.

The blood man was almost completely desperate, his eyes were full of sadness, "So, you can kill me."

"Do you really think I dare not?" One of the monks was about to hit the bloody man with a palm wind with spiritual power, but was stopped by the older monk, "Are you really going to kill him?"

There is only such a living person left in the Xiaopo sect. If he is really killed, the relic will really be impossible to get.

At that time, all of them will be punished.

The monk snorted coldly, withdrew his offensive, and said helplessly to the older monk, "Then what do you think?"

But suddenly, a cold voice came, "Why don't you hand this person over to me?"

Everyone looked back subconsciously, and saw a pair of master and servant standing against the wind in the midair.

The man dressed as a servant wrapped his forehead with a wide cloth turban, and wore a bunt. It was different from the wide sleeves that monks always liked, and looked very capable.

His internal breath was restrained, and he couldn't see clearly the geometry of his cultivation, but his almost inaudible breathing, coupled with the appearance of him standing in the air without any support, added a bit of momentum for no reason.

At first glance, he was a man of advanced cultivation.

The other person is a young man in his 20s, dressed in a dark red robe, his brows are distant, his figure is handsome, and his eyes are somewhat careless, as if he doesn't pay attention to everything.

It was as if an outstanding disciple from some great sect went out to practice, and had a powerful follower to protect his safety at all times.

Such a person's identity must not be simple.

A bright light suddenly flashed in the blood man's eyes, as if the drowning man had caught the duckweed floating along the current, and the sudden appearance of the master and servant became his last straw .

He tremblingly stretched out his bloody hand, trying to reach the direction of the master and servant, "Save...help me..."

The older monk's eyes changed slightly, and he looked at the master and servant with strong fear in his eyes, "I would like to advise you, sometimes, you should take care of things that should not be taken care of."

Yun Lihan raised his eyelids slightly, his expression was calm, "What if I insist on going into this muddy water?"

The elder monk's aura instantly became fierce, "Then don't blame me for not showing affection!"

As soon as the words fell, several monks shot almost at the same time. They cooperated with each other tacitly, and their movements were integrated. In a few breaths, a formation has been formed.

"Come out to practice, just kill monsters. Didn't your parents teach you not to take care of other people's affairs?"

The elder monk snorted coldly, and the formation with the sharp sword light had already enveloped Yun Lihan and the two of them.

The formation carried a thunderous aura, and it was bound to kill Yun Lihan and the two of them here.

However, Yun Lihan still looked indifferent, he just stood there quietly without raising his eyelids.

Xuan Ye glanced at Yun Lihan, seeing that he didn't intend to make a move, so he pulled out the soft sword from his waist with his backhand, facing the formation with a sword.

The turbulent air currents set off a strong wind, endless spiritual power surged, and the cold wind roared. The strong wind blew Yun Lihan's clothes and rattled, but he himself still stood facing the wind, as if he hadn't been affected in the slightest.

Xuan Ye fought for a long time, and finally broke the formation. Those monks were defeated and everyone was injured.

Their originally sloppy expressions completely changed, and the look of contempt in Xuan Ye's eyes no longer showed the previous contempt. They began to prepare themselves, and almost everyone used [-]% of their strength.

All of a sudden, Xuanye and them were at a stalemate.

"Tsk," 9527 sighed, "Boss, Xuan Ye is a tool person, he's incompetent."

Yun Lihan glanced at the battlefield slightly, his cold voice sounded like Shura crawling out of the ground, "You don't need to capture him alive, just kill him."

Xuan Ye's eyes flashed, he wanted to capture these people alive and ask the whereabouts of the mastermind behind the scenes and other relics, so he was controlled by others everywhere.

At this moment, after hearing Yun Lihan's words, Xuan Ye had no more worries, and completely let go of his hands and feet. In a short while, those monks were completely breathless.

Only then did Yun Lihan respond to 9527's words, "After all, he was once the Demon Lord."

The strength is still there.

Among the few monks, only the elder monk managed to escape Xuan Ye's attack, but at this moment, his body was injured more seriously than the blood man before.

With all his strength, he knelt on the ground, bloodstains burst out on the arm supporting his body, and the blood exploded all over his face.

His body was trembling, and his survival instinct made him completely lose the arrogance he had before. He was like a humble bug who could only beg bitterly, "Please, don't kill me. I'll tell you everything I know. Don't kill me." I……"

Yun Lihan slowly landed and stood in front of him, "Who is your mastermind behind the scenes?"

The older monk raised his head slightly, and looked at Yun Lihan with red eyes, "I told you, will you let me go?"

Yun Lihan looked down at him with a cold expression, "You can try not to say anything."

The elder monk only felt a chill in his heart, and he was so cold that he was so cold that he didn't dare to try to conceal the consequences, so he could only choose to tell the truth, "It is... the Supreme Elder of the Sky Sect."

"Yan Shuo." A figure with snowy temples and frosty hair appeared in Yun Lihan's mind, and then he turned to Xuan Ye and said indifferently, "Kill him."

The older monk's pupils shrank slightly, "You...you don't count..."

number……

Before he finished speaking, he was completely beheaded by Xuan Ye.

Yun Lihan looked at his gradually icy corpse, and smiled lightly, "I have never promised you that I will spare your life."

Immediately, Yun Lihan walked slowly in front of the blood man, "What else do you know?"