Puff ~

After a light sound, a big tree was corroded.

“That’s despicable!”

Feng Meiyi frowned and snorted coldly.

"Hahaha! Well said, this guy who flaunts himself while sneaking attacks is really despicable!"

Yang Sen, who was holding the poisonous sand, burst into laughter when he heard this.

He could hear it even at such a long distance!

Ye Haochuan and others were shocked. The power of the peak of the Nascent Soul was indeed not something they could guess!

"It is not polite to come but not come!"

He bent his mouth, waved his pen and rushed towards the old man.

"careful!"

Seeing this, the other two were shocked and rushed to rescue.

Bang ~

Unfortunately, they were still one step late.

Yang Sen's one hit the man's chest rightly and knocked him away dozens of meters away.

"Die!"

Seeing that the opportunity was rare, Yang Sen vowed to win one person. If he missed this opportunity, he would probably waste his greater efforts.

"ah!"

At this moment, the old man shouted and rolled on the spot, not retreating but advancing. Between his palms, a green fireball was held without spitting out.

At this time, the other two also tacitly leaned forward and blocked Yang Sen's retreat.

Oh no!

Seeing this, Ye Haochuan and others suddenly complained that they were not good. This was obviously a trap.

These people from the evil sect actually came up with such a move that retreats to advance and replaces injuries with injuries. It’s so ruthless!

Yes, not good!

When Yang Sen saw the fireball, his face changed wildly. He knew that he was careless.

This kind of corrosive fireball is the most difficult to deal with. Once he gets hit, he will probably lose his skin even if he doesn't die. What's more, there are three masters of his level here.

"A single stroke of spring and autumn will determine the universe!"

At the critical moment, Yang Sen's face darkened, he let out a low shout, and danced the pen quickly.

Time froze at this moment!

Two huge ancient seal scripts turned into two breezes, surrounding Yang Sen.

Silently, Yang Sen appeared outside the encirclement with a pale face.

This speed!

The three people from the Evil Sect looked at Yang Sen who suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared, and his face changed wildly.

"So awesome!"

Ke Yan exclaimed.

"Tsk! I will be so awesome in the future!"

The response to her was Lang Fan with an upset face!

I go, this guy is such a living treasure. It’s time to go, and I still have time to be jealous.

Ye Haochuan was amused.

The battle situation is almost destined. Yang Sen tightly holds the chance of victory in his hand, so Ye Haochuan is in a relaxed mood.

At this moment, the tall monk on the other side suddenly let out a long roar and punched Yang Sen.

"Huh?" Ye Haochuan suddenly felt a little strange. The three monks of the Evil Sect clearly did not have any advantage, so why did they rush forward on their own initiative? Isn't this asking for death?

No, he must have another plan!

Recalling the sneak attack by Master Ganshou, Ye Haochuan couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Don't fight with him, be careful of fraud!" Ye Haochuan reminded loudly.

But it was too late. Yang Sen had been waiting for such an opportunity and could not wait to punch him.

With a "bang", the two fists had collided together.

"ah……"

The next moment, Yang Sen drooped his hand and quickly retreated. At the same time, he scolded angrily: "Despicable!"

"Ahem, hehe, despicable, so what!"

The tall man stretched out his left hand, bounced the poisonous needle that emerged from the crack of his right finger, and laughed.

"Haha, Yang Sen, I see what tricks you have!"

The three people from the Evil Sect let out a terrifying and violent laugh.

As the few people laughed wildly, a touch of green spread along Yang Sen's palm to his little arm, and at the same time, a small white hair grew from the back of his hand.

"Correction poison?"

Yang Sen's face changed wildly. This rotten corpse was extremely vicious. If the person who was accused of for up to three or five days, he would become a rotten corpse.

You must fight quickly and then ask medical practitioners for help, and maybe there will be a glimmer of hope.

Yang Sen's eyes rolled sharply and his mind began to think about it.

"Hehe! Yang Sen, today next year will be your death day!"

The three evil masters at the peak of the Nascent Soul all noticed Yang Sen's embarrassment, laughed wildly, and retreated.

There is no need for them to fight with Yang Sen. As long as they drag on it, Yang Sen will undoubtedly die.

Ye Haochuan also saw the crisis of Yang Sen. He knew that if he was dragging on, not only would Yang Sen die, but they would even be doomed.

He shouted in a low voice: "Ke Yan, kill the formation!"

Ke Yan nodded and launched the "Ghost Seven Killing Formation" of the "Killing Formation!"

"The Xuanwu power vein is open!"

Ye Haochuan shouted again, and then he hummed again without stopping: "Sword Destroyed Chenxing"

As his words fell, the Shenyin Sword in his hand suddenly drew a huge sword blade that was enough to cut through the mysterious sky.

Ye Haochuan just waved his sword lightly, and the sword blade quickly slashed at a peak Nascent Soul monk like a giant god's angry sword.

"Huh!"

The Nascent Soul monk let out a light thrill, then hilariously said, "A mere monk Jiedan dares to attack me, hahaha!"

Then, he waved his hand contemptuously, as if he was slapping a fly, and saw that his slap grew bigger and bigger. In just a moment, he surpassed the giant blade formed by Ye Haochuan.

"It's really a mantislap in his chariot, he's overestimating his abilities!" Seeing this, the other two peak Nascent Soul monks laughed so hard that they couldn't stand up. They had never seen such a stupid person.

Even Yang Sen showed sadness on his face. In his opinion, this monk at the peak of Nascent Soul would kill the monks in seconds with just one move.

"Go to die!"

He endured the sadness, endured the pain, and attacked the monk desperately.

"A stroke of spring and autumn turns into a golden sword!"

Yang Sen looked at Ye Haochuan and others with complicated eyes and stretched out his hand. The next moment, the two ancient seal scripts that appeared on his head quickly turned into the words "Golden Ghost", and a strong light instantly pierced everyone's eyes.

"ah!"

The bright golden spear word "六生" suddenly appeared in the air like a scorching sun.

The monk's face suddenly changed wildly. He subconsciously ignored Ye Haochuan's attack and turned to resist Yang Sen's attack.

"help me!"

So he shouted loudly, turned around and stood with the other two monks, and worked together to block the attack towards Yang Sen.

As soon as Yang Sen finished speaking, the word "Golden Spear" turned into countless strokes, and the strokes turned into sharp swords and galloped towards the three of them.

Dingding Ding--

The sound of dense swords and swords sounded in the air.

Good opportunity!

Seeing this, Ye Haochuan couldn't help but smile.

You know, this move of "Sword Destroying Chenxing" seems simple and straightforward, but it is the strongest sword among the seven-duan Feihong.

Seeing that the opportunity was rare, Ye Haochuan turned into a slash, and a huge sword blade swept towards the three of them from behind.

Puff puff puff!

After three light sounds, Ye Haochuan cut a deep bone-visible wound on the back of the three Nascent Souls.

"Boy, I'm going to chop you into meat paste!"

The three of them roared at the same time. The peak monk of Nascent Soul was injured by a mere Dan monk. If this was spread, they would die of shame.

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Chapter completed!