Duanmu Ya closed her hands, and hastily mobilized her true energy, transported it to her palms, and made a huge seven-meter-long handprint downwards.

"break!"

Cao Ying, a man in black, twisted his wrist quickly, handed the four-foot-long sword forward, and thirty-six sword shadows exploded, breaking Duanmu Ya's handprints and stabbing her again.

Duanmu Ya stretched out her two fingers and pinched them into a sword technique. She collided with Cao Ying's sword, making a "bang bang" sound.

With the two of them as the center, the energy burst out, forming thousands of sharp sword energy that filled the entire courtyard.

"Boom!"

Houses collapsed one after another, leaving sword holes as big as bowls on the walls, and even the ground was smashed to pieces.

Hearing the sound of the battle, the warriors of the Demon Cult rushed over from all directions, but how could their strength compete with the strong men in the Yulong Realm?

As soon as they rushed into the courtyard, they were penetrated by the sword energy flying around and died on the spot.

Zhang Ruochen looked at all this silently and shook his head gently.

When the masters in the Yulong realm fight, the warriors in the Earth and Heaven realms dare to get close, they are simply ignorant of life and death. Even if he wants to save people, he can't save so many.

The Demon Cult and the Black Market were fighting, and Zhang Ruochen didn't want to intervene at all. After all, when he came to the evil land of the East Region, he had to be careful and cautious. He could not cause trouble and try not to provoke trouble, so as not to expose his identity.

His target is just one, which is to kill Emperor Yi.

Duanmu Ya fell to the ground in a hurry, and the five fingers on her right hand became bloody.

Obviously, she was at a disadvantage in the fight just now.

Cao Ying also landed on the ground, holding a long sword in his hand, walked over, and snorted coldly: "The leader of the Demon Cult is nothing more than that."

"If I weren't poisoned, you two wouldn't be my opponents."

Duanmu Ya's breath was a little weak, and her arms kept shaking.

Fang Jie walked up from behind and said with a grim smile: "Duanmu Ya, you can't escape today!"

"call out!"

Suddenly, a subtle sound of wind breaking out sounded.

A blue cow capillary needle flew out from the direction of Danta and hit Fang Jie's vest.

Fang Jie's ears moved, he turned around sharply, waved his gun and hit the blue fine needle.

With a "bang", the blue fine needle suddenly exploded, forming a powerful energy storm, which shocked Fang Jie to retreat three steps in a row.

"Breaking the Gang Needle!"

Fang Jie's pair of eagle-like eyes showed an angry expression. He looked around and said sternly: "Who? Get out."

The Breaking Gang Needle, an eighth-level true martial arts treasure, can break the protective qi of the cultivator. As long as it pierces into the cultivator's body, it will explode immediately and release powerful energy.

Even if the powerful man who is the sixth-changing change of the fish and dragon is in danger, it will be a little bit unlucky once he is hit.

There was a rushing sound of wind outside the courtyard, as if someone was quickly using his body skills and changing directions, sometimes appearing in the east and sometimes appearing in the west, which made people completely unpredictable.

The vast woman's voice sounded in the air: "Fang Jie, Cao Ying, you two are so brave, they dare to deal with the people of the Moon Worshiping God Sect. Do you believe that your Blood Cloud Sect will be destroyed because of this?"

The woman hid in the darkness blends her true energy into her voice and forms a sharp sound wave power.

Cao Ying's eyes were very cold and he said, "Since His Holy Majesty has arrived, why don't he show up to see him?"

It is obvious that Cao Ying and Fang Jie are prepared, so they are very clear that Duanmu Ya and the Saint of the Demon Sect are both in the city.

Zhang Ruochen's heart was slightly shocked, and he raised his head and looked in the direction of Danta. He could be sure that the sound just now was indeed the voice of Duanju Star Spirit.

Could it be that she left the Holy Academy and returned to the Demon Cult?

When Wan Jiaoyi went to the Holy King's Mansion to arrest Zhang Ruochen, the charge he placed was that he colluded with the Demon Sect and killed the warriors in the Ruins.

Since the Ministry of War can even find out this matter, it is estimated that the true identity of Duanju Star Spirit through the incident of Mujingxu Realm was found.

Since his identity was exposed, Duanju Star Spirit naturally had to return to the Demon Sect.

Zhang Ruochen transported his true energy to the meridians in his eyes and began to carefully observe the surroundings. Soon the figure of Duanju Star Spirit appeared.

Although her body skills were very fast, her cultivation was too low. How could she hide it from Zhang Ruochen's eyes?

"Lingxi, run away quickly." Duanmu Ya said.

"Can't escape."

Fang Jie's eyes turned cold and he quickly locked in Mu Lingxi's position, so he flew out quickly.

With a bang, he directly knocked through the wall with his body, stretched out a big hand, and grabbed Mu Lingxi's left shoulder.

Duanmu Ya wanted to go to rescue, but was repelled by Cao Ying. Instead, Cao Ying stabbed her abdomen with a sword, leaving a big or deep sword wound.

With Mu Lingxi's great perfection in the realm of the Great Perfection of Heaven, who is Fang Jie's opponent?

With just one move, Mu Lingxi was captured by Fang Jie.

"The saint of the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect is nothing more than that."

Fang Jie's five fingers tightly clasped Mu Lingxi's left shoulder, and the toxins on her fingers corroded her battle suit to produce black poisonous smoke.

Fortunately, Mu Lingxi wore a battle suit, otherwise the toxins on Fang Jie's hands would be enough to corrode her skin into pus and blood.

"If my cultivation hadn't been sealed, how could you be my opponent?" Mu Lingxi said coldly.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, a white ancient sword flew out from Mu Lingxi's left pupil and stabbed Fang Jie's heart.

The white ancient sword was originally smaller than a needle, but when it pierced into Fang Jie's heart, it immediately became five feet long and turned into a holy sword.

On the surface of the sword body, there are blood-red ancient inscriptions rising and falling, making the power of the white ancient sword become more and more powerful.

Fang Jie is worthy of being a veteran of all kinds of battles. Although he was successfully attacked by Mu Lingxi, he reacted in the shortest time.

"Wow!"

He loosened Mu Lingxi's left shoulder, and his legs burst backwards.

Fang Jie looked at the blood in his heart, then looked at the white ancient sword in Mu Lingxi's hand, his eyes turned extremely cold, and he laughed and said, "Okay! What a holy sword! Your Highness, your holy sword, from now on, will be mine!"

Fang Jie secretly gathered his strength and walked towards Mu Lingxi step by step.

Mu Lingxi kept retreating as if facing a great enemy, and fine beads of sweat emerged from his white forehead.

Even if she is the saint of the Demon Sect and has many trump cards, after all, the difference in cultivation between her and Fang Jie is too huge. If she fights Fang Jie head-on, she has no chance of winning at all.

Moreover, when Fang Jie grabbed her left shoulder just now, he used hidden force to completely dislocate her left arm. Now, he can't lift a trace of strength.

In fact, Mu Lingxi could use the imperial edict to escape from this place immediately.

However, she could not leave Duanmu Ya and leave alone. Therefore, even though she knew she was not Fang Jie's opponent, she could only fight hard and try her best to find opportunities to gather with Duanmu Ya.

Zhang Ruochen was really worried that Duanju's star spirit would suffer a great loss in Fang Jie's hands, so he couldn't help saying: "It's probably not good to bully two weak women!"

Fang Jie stopped, glanced in the direction of Zhang Ruochen, and said coldly: "Boy, I am the eighth killer of the Blood Cloud Sect, Fang Jie. If you know the truth, it is best to stay there and drink tea, and don't interfere in this matter."

Zhang Ruochen sat at the table, playing with the jade teacup with his fingers, and laughed: "Blood Cloud Sect! What a great reputation, it's a pity that I have negotiated a business with the boss lady. If the boss lady is taken away by you, who will I do business with?"

Zhang Ruochen deliberately changed his voice a little, making him look even more provocative, making people feel that he is a voluptuous young rich man.

Mu Lingxi looked at the young man sitting by the pond. Because there was a pillar, she could not see the young man's figure clearly.

Fang Jie snorted coldly: "Wait until I will capture the saint of the Demon Sect and come and deal with you again."

Fang Jie's hands bent quickly, forming two black claws, and used a ghost-level low-grade martial art, white bone ghost claws.

The White Bone Ghost Claw evolved from the top claw technique "Hell Ghost King Claw" of the Black Market Yipintang. Although it is far less powerful than the Hell Ghost King Claw, it is also a very vicious and profound claw technique.

"Hehe!"

Fang Jie's ten fingers kept growing longer and he almost grabbed Mu Lingxi.

Before the claws hit Mu Lingxi's body, dozens of huge white bone claw marks formed in the air.

In an instant, the space within a hundred feet was full of shadows of hand claws, creating a scene like flying sand and stones. At the same time, strands of poisonous gas condensed into a poisonous cloud, completely wrapping him and Mu Lingxi.

With Mu Lingxi's cultivation level, even if he mastered a holy sword, he would not be able to block Fang Jie's white bone ghost claws, so he could only retreat continuously.

Seeing the white bone ghost claws, they were about to hit Mu Lingxi.

Zhang Ruochen sighed, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the sky.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth quickly gathers and condenses into thunder and lightning.

"Bang!"

A ray of lightning as thick as a wine glass fell in the air and hit Fang Jie's head.

Suddenly, the claw prints and poisonous gas all dissipated.

Fang Jie's whole body turned charred and his head stood up, especially at the top of his head, his scalp cracked and blood kept gushing out.

The attack just now certainly alarmed Duanmu Ya and Cao Ying who were fighting.

The two of them stopped fighting at the same time, retreated and stared at Zhang Ruochen.

"Master of Mental Power?"

Cao Ying's face showed a serious expression and he began to become alert.

With Fang Jie's cultivation level, he could not avoid the mental attacks he dealt with. This shows that this person's mental power must be very powerful.

You should know that if a master of mental power has a mental power and uses powerful magic weapons, he is definitely a terrifying existence and can use his own strength to fight against a group of warriors of the same realm.

In the same realm, warriors are no match for the master of mental power at all.

Duanmu Ya was quite surprised and stared at the mysterious man wearing a metal mask. Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be a noble spiritual master.
Chapter completed!