Chapter 214 Moth

At the critical moment, a black shadow blocked Xiao Hongzhu's body like lightning.

"Puff!"

Luo Yu's long sword pierced the black shadow firmly.

The black shadow condensed, and it turned out to be a person.

A man.

An expressionless man.

A man without any spiritual power in his body.

This man was tall, unarmed, wearing a black linen shirt, with his hair neatly tied behind his head. His face was gray and his appearance was ordinary. He looked to be in his thirties.

His cold eyes were like the deep night, empty and mysterious.

At this time, he was looking directly at Luo Yu. He didn't even look at the long sword that Luo Yu had just stabbed with all his strength stuck in his right chest.

The strange thing was that the long sword Half of it had clearly pierced his chest, but no blood was seen.

Luo Yu was stunned, and the smile that was close to success just now suddenly turned into surprise. He pulled back the right hand holding the long sword.

But at this time, the man's right hand was tightly grasping the half of the sword blade exposed outside his chest. There were several circles of black cloth strips made of the same fabric as his clothes wrapped around his palm, as if to increase his grip.

Luo Yu's action of drawing the sword had no effect at all, and the long sword seemed to grow on the man's body. And the man's body was like an old pine tree rooted in the rocks, motionless.

"Looking for death! "Luo Yu squeezed out two words from his teeth, his eyes showing the ruthlessness and cruelty that a killer should have.

He raised his magic power and injected it into the long sword in his hand. The blue light rotating on the sword body was like a raging sea, and then he thrust forward with force.

Luo Yu's long sword only moved forward half an inch.

And this half an inch was enough to penetrate the man's chest. The ruthless sword tip was half an inch exposed from the man's back, but there was still no trace of blood.

At this time, the man's left hand was also grasped on the half of the sword blade in front of his chest. His hands were clenched tightly, like two iron clamps tightly locking the long sword.

And his body in front of Xiao Hongzhu still did not move half an inch.

At this time, Luo Yu's big eyes were round and round, and he was very surprised.

This sword seemed to be just a simple stab, but it used at least 80% of the power. Not to mention people, even the iron tower would be shattered. At this time, he was actually caught by the man in front of him. The unknown man locked it with his flesh palms and pressed it with his chest.

What worried her even more was that she couldn't see the cultivation level of the man in front of her, and she couldn't even sense a trace of spiritual power. And she clearly stabbed his chest, but no blood flowed out.

She only saw the coldness of the god of death in the man's eyes.

There are only two possibilities, this man is a dead man, or this man's cultivation is far above her.

Because the cultivators with lower cultivation can't easily see the realm of the cultivators with higher cultivation, and the cultivators with higher cultivation can easily see through the realm of the cultivation of low-level cultivators. This is common sense in the world of cultivation.

Luo Yu, whose hair was already a little messy, loosened her hand holding the long sword, and her body turned into a ball of blue water, "whoosh", and fled back three feet away.

She knelt on one knee, looking at the cold man opposite her, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Who are you? "Luo Yu asked.

The man did not answer, and his condescending eyes looked at the opposite side coldly like an iceberg.

He pulled out the long sword stuck in his chest with one arm, and swung it in his hand. There was no blood on the long sword.

Then he threw his hand, and with a "clang", the long sword fell to the ground beside him. Obviously, he didn't know how to use a sword, or he didn't care to use a sword.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Xiao Hongzhu, who was standing behind the man, asked softly.

At this time, Xiao Hongzhu stood behind the man and couldn't see his face clearly. He just felt like a mountain blocking him, with an unprecedented sense of security.

"Dear lady, I am your waiter. I'm sorry, I'm late. With me here, you won't get hurt." The man replied, his voice hoarse, but sonorous.

"What's your name?"

"Me?"

The man paused and continued: "I don't have a name. You can call me "E Ling", the moth of moth, the lonely Ling. "

"E Ling, what a strange name, thank you. But I didn't know you before."

"I'm just an unknown servant, it's normal that the lady doesn't recognize me."

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On the other side, Xu Yang and Yin Feng were fighting fiercely.

Both of them were injured and couldn't play their original strength.

But after just a few rounds, Yin Feng's heart was chilled.

The disciple of Tiangui Sect in front of him, who was only in Peiyuan Realm, was not inferior to himself. And he was at the peak of Zhendan Realm.

There was only one reason to explain.

Genius!

This person was a genius!

And it was impossible for him to get the slightest advantage from the other party in a one-on-one situation.

Seeing that Luo Yu didn't succeed, Yin Feng made a feint, jumped out of the battle circle and stood side by side with Luo Yu.

"She really has a hidden helper, let's go." Luo Yu said, waving his hand, and took back the long sword that E Ling threw on the ground into his hand.

"Okay." Yin Feng answered simply.

"If you want to leave, it's not that easy. "The man who called himself E Ling said loudly.

Seeing that the other party would not let the two of them go, Luo Yu sneered, raised one arm, and threw a water-blue talisman into the sky.

With a "puff" sound.

The blue talisman exploded in the wind, and in a cloud of water mist, a blue water bird soared into the sky with its wings spread, at an extremely fast speed.

In a blink of an eye, the water bird in the sky exploded again, flashing blue fireworks all over the sky.

"Come on, don't think you are the only ones with help. The others from the Three Palaces of the Nether Realm will arrive here soon. It is still unknown who will win." Luo Yu looked up at the signal he sent and said confidently.

Although Luo Yu's statement was suspected of bluffing. But as the other two palaces of the Three Palaces of the Nether Realm, the assassins sent by the Phantom Palace and the Phantom Palace are indeed in this evil ghost road.

E Ling looked up at the fireworks scattered in the sky.

Then he said coldly: "So, the two of you must die here first."

After speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot like a black ghost. The next moment, he arrived in front of Luo Yu, stretched out his hand, and his five fingers burst open, like the fangs of an angry beast, grabbing Luo Yu's throat.

Luo Yu did not take E Ling's move head-on, because she was not sure about the strength of the man in front of her.

In theory, in the evil ghost way, any cultivator who has reached or exceeded the Yuanhun realm will be punished by the black sun in the sky, but the man who called himself E Ling was not affected by the black sun at all. Therefore, she concluded that this man must be in the Zhendan realm, at most, he is at the peak of the Zhendan realm like herself. The biggest possibility is that this man has practiced some strange art.

With a judgment in mind, Luo Yu decided not to attack rashly before finding out the details of the opponent, and would not let the opponent easily take away the sword in his hand.

For an assassin who uses a sword, it is a very dangerous thing to have the sword in his hand taken away.

I saw Luo Yu's body flashing with blue light, and his body turned into a blurred water shadow, dodging left and right, like a fish swimming in the water, making it impossible to catch. At the same time, he kept using the long sword in his hand to block the attack from E Ling.

Seeing this, Xu Yang certainly knew what E Ling meant.

Letting the tiger go back to the mountain will cause endless troubles. If Yin Feng and Luo Yu were not killed, not only would their pursuit of Xiao Hongzhu never end, but once all the people from the three palaces of the Nether Realm came together, the consequences would be even more disastrous.

In a hurry, he turned his head and said, "Mu Jin, protect Xiao Hongzhu, I'll go help."

As he spoke, he spread his fire wings and rushed forward with the four-illusion long stick.

Mu Jin held a black short knife and stood vigilantly beside Xiao Hongzhu.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Yang, E Ling, Yin Feng, and Luo Yu were entangled together.

Yin Feng practiced wind-attributed skills, and his body speed was not inferior to Luo Yu. Luo Yu practiced water-attributed skills and was good at changing his shape to avoid.

Although E Ling and Xu Yang seemed to be in the upper hand, they could not cause serious damage or fatal blows to their opponents in a short period of time.

At this time, as the medicinal power of the Jie Shen Dan in Xu Yang's body continued to play out, his mana became more and more abundant, and coupled with his own super recovery ability, the pain caused by the previous black thunderbolt also improved rapidly. The more he fought, the braver he became.

Although Yin Feng's cultivation was far superior to Xu Yang's, and he was at the peak of the True Dan Realm, he did not have Xu Yang's heaven-defying body, and his recovery after being injured was much slower than Xu Yang's.

As time went on, Yin Feng showed signs of decline.

Xu Yang saw the opportunity, and a golden dragon swung its tail, and the four-illusion long stick in his hand scattered a brilliant golden flower. In the golden flower, a purple sacred mountain phantom condensed as real, and the power of Mount Tai's golden essence was applied to it.

Mount Tai's golden essence was originally the spirit of heaven and earth bred by Mount Tai, one of the three sacred mountains. It not only has the ability to change size, but also the ability to increase weight. As Xu Yang's cultivation improved, these two abilities became stronger and stronger. But every time they were used, the mana consumed was also huge.

With a "bang", the long stick hit the long sword that Yin Feng had raised, and the power of Mount Tai sprinkled a purple-gold ripple, and the void trembled.

Yin Feng's arm was numb, and he felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. His chest was stuffy, and the long sword almost slipped out of his hand, and his body staggered backwards.

Before he could stand firm, Xu Yang's second stick came chasing the wind.

With a "woo" sound, the stick wind roared like a beast.

Seeing that there was no place to hide, the four-illusion long stick was just a few feet above Yin Feng's head. If this stick hit him, Yin Feng's head would be blown apart like an iron weight hitting a watermelon.

At the critical moment, Yin Feng opened his mouth and spit out a small silver ball.

The small ball was only the size of a cherry, and there were delicate runes engraved on the surface.

"Puff!"

The small ball exploded instantly, and a silver whirlwind appeared out of thin air, blocking Yin Feng in front of him.

The four-illusion long stick fell on the whirlwind.

The sound of "ding ding dang dang" was endless, and sparks flew.

This silver whirlwind seemed to have the power of thousands of blades, and it actually held Xu Yang's four-illusion long stick in the air and stopped it.

Xu Yang exerted force with both arms.

With a "bang", the silver whirlwind was smashed to pieces by the Four Magical Long Sticks, and the ground was covered with silvery gold and iron fragments.

Yin Feng took the opportunity to tiptoe on the ground and flipped back three feet away.

His large hooked nose sniffed in the air, and a smug expression appeared on his originally nervous face.