Suddenly, Fu Mingxuan was heard making a low moan. Yan Kaiting knew something was wrong and looked in the sound.

I saw Fu Mingxuan's sword light shining coldly with blood flowing downwards. After a closer look, it turned out that Fu Mingxuan's right hand holding the sword was injured. A hole of more than five inches long was cut on one side of his forearm, and the bones were visible deep, and blood was constantly flowing downwards.

The True Man Mo Yu, who was floating opposite Fu Mingxuan, had more injuries on his body at this time, but it was much better than Fu Mingxuan. The True Man Mo Yu jumped straight towards Fu Mingxuan, and a little dazzling light suddenly condensed from the short spear. Looking at the formation, it was obvious that he wanted to take Fu Mingxuan's life within one move.

With a bang, a thunder sound suddenly exploded. Zhenren Mo Yu's short spear hit the ball of thunder light and was then taken to the other side. Fu Mingxuan had this opportunity and swung his sword from top to bottom, and a trained sword light rushed towards Zhenren Mo Yu.

With a few bangs, two cuts were cut from Zhenren Mo Yu's waist. He saw him put away his short spear at an extremely fast speed and looked down. His sinister gaze instantly locked on Yan Kaiting, who was wearing thick air.

When he met with four eyes, Yan Kaiting was shocked, but he had no fear in his eyes. Instead, he saw the determination to do his best.

But at this moment, the sound of Yingui's flute sound came to mind, and Yan Kaiting suddenly felt dizzy, his internal organs rolled in his body, his stomach was rumbling, and he felt like he was about to vomit.

In his eyes, Zhenren Mo Yu's short spear turned into a point and flew towards him. Under the suppression of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the ghost and flute, Yan Kaiting no longer had the ability to fight back and could only dodge.

Yan Kaiting rolled in the air and barely avoided Zhenren Mo Yu, but blood was already leaking from his right shoulder, and he was obviously still injured.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaotian, who was lying on the table, opened his eyes. He felt dizzy in his head, and there was a small person in his stomach that kept jumping and twitching.

Looking at all this in front of him, he did not act immediately, but narrowed his eyes slightly, pretending that he was still drunk, observing the situation in front of him.

At this time, Fu Mingxuan was standing on the railing on the third floor, with one hand hanging down weakly, slowly bleeding. His eyes were firm, he took a deep breath, and a fog was lingering around his body. He was obviously healing his injuries and constantly operating and adjusting his condition.

Cheng Xiaotian noticed that Fu Mingxuan seemed a little abnormal in the mist. The wound on his right arm was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. There seemed to be a tendon tissue connecting each other that was connected to each other, wrapping them in two directions, holding each other firmly. Then, the tendon tissue continued to shorten until the meat on both sides was tightly connected and closed together. In less than a moment, even the scars disappeared, and the whole arm returned to its original state. It was impossible to see that it had been so heavy that it had been before.

Needless to say, other areas with mild injuries quickly closed, and when the fog gradually dissipated, Fu Mingxuan returned to his previous state.

"How could he be like this!" asked a person in the dark. Obviously, he was also surprised by Fu Mingxuan's self-healing method. Among the practitioners, self-healing is not a strange thing. As long as he reaches a certain level, he will have one or two self-healing methods. But the amazing speed and simple and crude method of Fu Mingxuan really surprised him.

The other man was silent, without saying a word, and his face was grim, with a hint of worry.

Cheng Xiaotian continued to observe, rolled his eyes and looked down.

In the hall on the first floor, a silver-haired man was chasing Yan Kaiting like a hunting beast. In the viciousness of the silver-haired man, Yan Kaiting's evasion seemed a little difficult, and was occasionally hit by the light emitted by the short spear.

In a corner, a thin black man was squatting, holding a jade flute and playing. Cheng Xiaotian immediately realized that he was dizzy because of this unusual sound of the flute.

The sound waves after sound, like a drum, hitting the internal organs of your body, leaving you in a state of spasm and in pain.

The adjusted Fu Mingxuan rushed from top to bottom between Mo Yuzhenren and Yan Kaiting, barely helped Yan Kaiting to avoid the attack, but he shook far away.

Afterwards, the two of them stood opposite Mo Yu Zhenrenyao, and Yan Kaiting was gasping heavily, holding the Taichu Hammer, feeling a little tired. After a while of adjustment and recuperation, Fu Mingxuan's right hand injury was gone, and he returned to the cold expression he had just now, without any fatigue.

Real person Mo Yu looked at Fu Mingxuan's right hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was afraid that he could not achieve such a fast healing speed. But Fu Mingxuan, who was standing in front of him at this time, was actually very good, and he was not affected by the sound of the sound ghost.

The Yin Gui's control of vocal music is very accurate. During the entire confrontation, it will only affect Fu Mingxuan and Yan Kaiting, and will not have any impact on Mo Yu Zhenren.

But at this time, Fu Mingxuan seemed less normal than Yan, who was frowning and obviously in pain, to the court.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the control of the Yin Gui?

Thinking of this, he looked at the Yingui hiding in the corner, and saw that he was also surprised. He had obviously noticed Fu Mingxuan's changes, constantly wiping the jade flute and adjusting the notes.

As he adjusted, only Yan Kaiting was the only one who responded, while Fu Mingxuan had no reaction at all.

This is a bit interesting. Mo Yu thought to himself.

At this time, in Yan Kaiting's eyes, Fu Mingxuan was also so abnormal, as if he was completely unaffected by the sound of the flute. The sound of the sound ghost hits the inside of a person, and it is not something that can be stopped by listening to the knowledge.

I saw that Fu Mingxuan's temperament at this time was completely different from the past. There was no other emotion in his eyes except coldness. He looked at Mo Yu Zhenren, and judging from the momentum of the two, he was indifferent.

Mo Yu Zhenren looked at the two and intuition told him that it was not a good decision to fight Fu Mingxuan one by one at this time, so he turned his gaze to Yan Kaiting, who was in a weak position.

The moment he met Mo Yu's eyes, Yan Kaiting instantly understood his thoughts. He wanted to take action from himself under the control of Yin Gui and kill himself first.

Fu Mingxuan also understood his thoughts at the moment when Mo Yu changed his eyes, so he walked up to block Yan Kaiting's court.

I saw a strange arc on the corner of Mo Yu's mouth, as if he was laughing, and there was also murderous intent. He jumped suddenly and rose to the highest point of Queyun Pavilion. Then he looked down on the two of them with a squint eyes, raised his short spear, and drew a circle in the sky as if relaxed.

A little dazzling white light condensed on the short spear. As the short spear moved, a dazzling halo was drawn in the sky, slightly the size of a water basin. Then, Zhenren Mo Yu pointed the short spear down, and the halo suddenly dropped. During the descending process, it condensed into a point of huge energy and was about to fall on Fu Mingxuan.

The halo was extremely fast, and it made a harsh whistle during the descent. It was obvious that it had completely locked Fu Mingxuan. Therefore, no matter how Fu Mingxuan moved, he had to take such a blow. At the critical moment, Fu Mingxuan raised a sword and shone the light of the nineteen states, and was in front of him, preparing to take the attack head-on.

As the light spot dropped sharply, Mo Yu Zhenren also flew away like Yan Kaiting at an extremely fast speed, almost at the same speed as the light spot. Mo Yu Zhenren held a short spear in his hand and opened his eyes to stab Yan Kaiting at an hour.

At this moment, a big sword suddenly flew over, and with a clang, it hit Mo Yu Zhenren's short spear, sparking out.

On the second floor not far away, Cheng Xiaotian covered his stomach and was panting. Obviously, he had used all his strength to throw the knife just now.

Due to such interference, Mo Yu's short spear fell apart, and Yan Kaiting instantly seized the opportunity and rolled sideways as if he was not allowed to escape the fatal blow.

Just a moment ago, Fu Mingxuan took over the light spot of Mo Yu Zhenren's attack, took a few steps back, stood in front of Yan Kaiting, and protected him behind him.

Obviously, Zhenren Mo Yu's move was defeated by Cheng Xiaotian.

He stood on one side as soon as he climbed over, looked up, locking the sky like a poisonous tongue.

Seeing that he was stared at by a master and was not yet in the master's realm, Cheng Xiaotian screamed and wanted to escape. However, under the control of Yin Gui, Cheng Xiaotian had a very hard time running.

"Ahhhh, help!" Cheng Xiaotian screamed strangely while snatching him from behind. At this time, he was unarmed and wished that there was a crack on the ground that could make him hide.

True Man Mo Yu flew straight up, and the short spear in his hand drew a spiral-shaped ring of halo in the air, and he was about to draw towards Cheng Xiaotian, who was invulnerable. At this moment, a silver-white sword light flew over, lifting the halo high and hitting the roof of the building.

Suddenly a big hole broke out on the floor of the third floor, and wood chips fell like rain. Cheng Xiaotian held his head and squatted in the corner. He saw Fu Mingxuan and Zhenren Mo Yu were already entangled with each other again. The sword light was cold and the nineteen provinces and the short spear were scrambling together, and the silver light flashed.

At this time, Yan Kaiting stood up and looked at the still playing sound ghost, his eyes full of hatred.

If Yin Gui's flute sound had not stirred up his internal organs and could not exert the power of Tai Chu's hammer, he would not have looked so embarrassed now. Yan Kaiting endured the pain and walked towards Yin Gui step by step.

Cheng Xiaotian on the second floor also jumped down from the building while Mo Yu and Fu Mingxuan were fighting each other, and stood beside Yan Kaiting.

"Brother Yan, what's going on?" Cheng Xiaotian asked with pain, covering his stomach, obviously the jump just now hurt his internal organs again.

"Hmph" Yan Kaiting snorted coldly, saying, "You asked me, I'm going to ask you!"

Cheng Xiaotian looked confused, but he instantly understood what Yan said in the court, and quickly shouted, "It's unfair, Brother Yan."

However, Yan Kaiting was too lazy to listen to Cheng Xiaotian's explanation. The big knife that Cheng Xiaotian suddenly stepped forward and kicked it out showed that Cheng Xiaotian did not belong to the layout.

Yan Kaiting rushed towards Yingui in the corner. Although he staggered, he still kept rushing. Cheng Xiaotian saw it and followed with his stomach covering his stomach.

Yan Kaiting endured the pain, picked up the Taichu Hammer and began to gather the light of lightning, preparing to give Yingui a blow to him and ask him to pause the music.

Yan Kaiting turned his head and said to Cheng Xiaotian, "Look, he will hit him wherever he runs!"

After saying that, a ball of lightning hit Yingui, and Yingui suddenly jumped upward and jumped to the left.

Cheng Xiaotian looked left and right, picked up a bench beside him, waved his hand, yelled twice, and then smashed it at Yingui.

One wave was not settled and the other wave started again. Yin Gui barely avoided Yan Kaiting's attack. Before he could react, Cheng Xiaotian threw a bench over. It can be seen that Cheng Xiaotian did his best. Just as he was avoiding Yan Kaiting's attack, Yin Gui put down the jade flute and stopped playing. Cheng Xiaotian instantly returned to his strength. Compared with the long sword he had just thrown out, the force was even greater.

Seeing the bench flying, Yin Gui raised the jade flute in his hand, forming a barrier, and bounced the bench out.

"Hmph, a trick of eagle." Yin Gui spat at the two of them and took out a pottery gun.

I saw that this pottery jar was also a magic weapon, the size of a goose egg, with crystal clear body and emitting a faint mysterious light. It can be seen that the surface is carved with complex patterns. From the six small holes, you can see that there seems to be a golden light inside the pottery jar slowly flowing, just like the essence.
Chapter completed!