Xie Yufei stared blankly at Feiyincheng submerged in the electric light, "This is... an out-of-body cultivator?"

Eight hundred years of life, turning hands into clouds and covering hands into rain, depending on the Yuan Ying and below are mayflies and ants, and a single gesture can destroy a city.

Elder Xie family said solemnly: "Yes, this is the out-of-body cultivator. If an ordinary Yuan Ying cultivator is involved, at least a layer of skin should be peeled off."

Xie Yufei breathed a sigh of relief.

He originally planned to go to help Huichunmen arrest Mo Xiu, but was stopped by the Great Elder sternly.

In order to gain Meng Baique's favor, it's not worth it.

A disciple of the Xie family rejoiced: "Fortunately, the first elder let us stay at the Xie family. If we rush to help, I am afraid that the thunder will already affect us at this moment."

Elder Xie Family: "Now prepare to go."

Xie Yufei: "Now?"

Elder Xie Family: "The city lord Shouyuan is approaching, and he can't last for a few years. The strength has declined greatly. After this move, there will be no more spare power. You immediately bring your junior brothers and sisters to arrest those magic cultivators. ."

Xie Yufei said: "Yes!"

He looked at it from a distance and quietly transported his spiritual power to his eyes.

The blue-robed figure above the City Lord's Mansion still maintained the appearance of a young man, but there were already strands of silver in his hair, and his eyes were no longer clear.

He is indeed old, and the body begins to age from the inside, already showing signs on the outside.

The blue-robed man swayed slightly, but he didn't shoot again, and his face showed a bit of exhaustion.

Eight hundred years of life, there will be a day when it will be exhausted. If you can't break through in time, you will still die. Only when you reach the Mahayana period and ascend to the Immortal Realm can you truly live with the heavens and the earth, and grow old together with the sun and the moon.

The blue-robed man noticed Xie Yufei's sight and looked up.

Xie Yufei's hair stood on end, and the moment they looked at each other, as if life and death were in those eyes, Xie Yufei lowered his head, and only flew to the north of the city with his sword in cold sweat until urged by others.

Flying Silver City North

Lei Ting has tried to be as accurate as possible to Xie Yun and Ying Baiye, and Xie Yun and Feiyin City also tried their best to keep the distance from Feiyin City. Even so, the two Huichunmen branches were destroyed by Lei Ting's aftermath.

The house collapsed, and the monks would not be killed by the roof, so they reacted and ran away.

Cheng Anping was lying on the ground in the ruins, with several immobile cauldrons under him. He was injured by the aftermath, coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and searched the sky with his blurred vision.

So, where is that sword cultivator... at?

I beg you to live.

When the white light completely disappeared, Cheng Anping felt wet on his face.

Is it raining?

Cheng Anping tried his best to touch his face and smelled the blood on his hand.

Xie Yun was kneeling on the sword box, holding the sword in one hand and covering his mouth with the other, blood leaking from his fingers, he coughed twice, but couldn't help laughing again, the more he laughed, the more he coughed: "I thought I was going to die. already."

I tried it out on the edge of death, and it felt a little too exciting.

The spiritual power of the blow during the out-of-body period hurt his heart, and the thunder damaged Nascent Soul, and the strike just now made his Nascent Soul unstable.

The fox mask on his face was already cracked, Xie Yun took out a new one and put it on. His fingers were shaking because of the force.

The Nascent Soul cultivator of the City Lord's Mansion avoided in time, and now they were surrounded, they knew in their hearts that the City Lord Shouyuan was about to lose his strength, but the Nascent Soul cultivator should be half-dead after such a blow.

"Magic cultivator! You might as well just grab it."

"What nonsense with him! Kill him directly!"

Xie Yun stood up and opened the sword box.

The sword box is a genuine low-quality treasure. It can neither recognize the master nor nourish the spirit sword. The only advantage is that it is hard. Xie Yun resisted almost all the thunder, and the sword box itself was only affected a little.

He can still move!

The two Nascent Soul monks were startled and took a step back subconsciously.

The city lord shot too fast, and they only had time to fight against this demon cultivator for three moves, but Jianxiu was worthy of being a swordsman. Even though his cultivation was almost the same, his powerful sword qi could crush all their moves.

Xie Yun's body is strong, and he is not too afraid of pain.

Xie Yun was planted with the seeds of Immortal Herbs when he was young, and day and night, year after year, the pain would spread to the whole body from the place where the seeds took root.

The toxins in the root system of the root system will be dissolved by the germ, leaves and stems. The process of poisoning and detoxification is repeatedly pulled, which is endless torture and tempering.

This also caused Xie Yun's pain perception to be slower than most monks.

The monk with the chain hook snapped: "Don't be afraid of him, he's already at the end of the game! Let's go together!"

The gray-clothed monk gritted his teeth: "You cover me!"

The chain hook secretly gave the gray-clothed monk a glance.

Who is not afraid of death? want him to go up to block the sword and dream!

Xie Yun grabbed a sword flower in his hand, Chun Shan sucked in the power of thunder, and the sword flashed with lightning, he really couldn't hold on for long.

Although the physical pain can be fully endured, the spiritual power has been emptied and will be consumed alive.

The two cultivators hesitated for a few seconds at each other, and they started at the same time!

The chain hook was divided into two strands, flanking Xie Yun from left to right, and the gray-clothed cultivator lifted into the air, holding a lancet, and slashing from top to bottom.

Xie Yun pulled out two low-grade spirit swords, and barely hit the two hooks. Just as he was about to avoid the lancet, a familiar sword energy struck behind him.

Xie Yufei!

The chain hook draws back the hook and slings out again.

Xie Yun had no choice but to sink, put away the sword box, and the whole person fell quickly. When he was about to land, a figure in black passed by.

Ying Baiye grabbed Xie Yun and said, "It's time, hurry up!"

Xie Yun was almost pulled out a mouthful of blood by him, and he was staggered and pulled on the long knife. Ying Baiye's situation was no better than Xie Yun's. Xie Yun took out the Qi Hui Dan, swallowed a dozen or so in one go, and injected spiritual power into Ying Baiye's body.

"Run fast, thank you, friend."

Xie Yun laughed while coughing: "If you run slowly, you will die."