From the Valley of the Wicked to the Town of Demons

boom!
With Yi Xing's palm, a seventh-rank martial artist was sent flying. As a result, the corner of the mouth of this man was bleeding, but he showed no fear. Instead, he seemed to be stimulated by something and rushed forward again like a madman.

Not just this one, in fact, the eight peak-level martial arts warriors are all somewhat insane. Their martial arts routines are correct, but their reactions and judgments are somewhat unreasonable. Many of them have been injured, but they are not Care, still looking for someone desperately.

Lin Xiaochuan also met one at the moment, he wanted to protect Taoist Priest Yinbeard, but since he met this crazy seventh-rank master, he has been at a disadvantage every step of the way.

This style of play was too weird, even if Lin Xiaochuan broke his ribs with a stick, he would still stubbornly get up and charge again.

At this moment, Lin Xiaochuan had only one thought in his mind—did they take drugs and ruin their brains?

Regardless of whether they were out of their minds or not, the situation was still a little unfavorable. Fortunately, Yi Xing restrained four seventh-rank warriors alone, while Lin Xiaochuan and Wang Yu each took one away, so that the pressure on the quack was much less.

Falsely swinging a stick, Lin Xiaochuan went up close to him, and hit the seventh-rank man's chin with a punch, and immediately saw a front tooth fly out of his mouth. A seventh-rank martial artist has zhenqi to protect his body, but Lin Xiaochuan's internal strength is too strong. The person who punched him was a mess, he was about to go up to mend a stick, but a few bandits attacked from behind.

Xiao Han's stick retreated instead of advancing, Lin Xiaochuan didn't turn around, he stabbed backward with a stick, hit a bandit's chest, and knocked him flying.

The bandit's chest was sunken in a large area. Although he was not killed immediately, he could only struggle feebly. The broken bones pierced through the internal organs, and it was almost impossible to survive.

Lin Xiaochuan didn't let go of the rest of the bandits. Xiaohan's stick dance made people dazzled. In an instant, two more people flew out, one with a broken arm and the other with a broken leg bone, both wailing on the ground in pain.

Just when Lin Xiaochuan was gaining power, suddenly the seventh-rank guy behind him pounced up again. It was not a martial arts move, but a wild beast, with one front tooth missing, and the roar seemed extremely weird, but it also added a lot of horror .

Seeing such a crazy move, Lin Xiaochuan didn't dare to force it, and immediately stepped back, just in time to meet Taoist Yinbeard who had raised his sword and rejoined the battle group.

"Why are you here?"

Priest Yinxu said, obviously surprised and delighted by the arrival of Lin Xiaochuan and others.

"I still want to ask you, why did you come to this bandit den."

Lin Xiaochuan didn't answer, but asked back.

"Hehe, we were lucky. We caught a bandit and asked about the whereabouts of the bandit's lair. We came here immediately, ready to take it all at once."

Daoist Yinxu grinned happily, but Lin Xiaochuan gave him a blank look, thinking that if these reckless people hadn't just happened to follow Huo Yi to this village, you would all have to confess here tonight.

"By the way, Brother Lin, I haven't asked for advice yet, who are those two brothers?"

Daoist Yinxu suddenly changed the subject and asked about Yi Xing. Lin Xiaochuan was just about to find an excuse to perfunctory, but saw the delirious seventh-rank martial artist rushing in front of him.

Before he could speak, Lin Xiaochuan had already sent out the stick. The stick was extremely fast, but he didn't want to be caught by this person.

The seventh rank is the seventh rank. Although he is unconscious, it allows his actions to precede his brain and react instinctively.

Degraded, but increased mobility.

However, the Xiaohan stick seemed to dislike being held by him very much, and immediately stretched itself suddenly, pushing the person out directly.

Seeing this, Daoist Yinxu rushed directly to make up the knife. This knife was also imposing and impartial, and directly hit Tianling Gai.

The seventh-rank martial artist has tenacious vitality. Although the knife split the skull, it did not hurt the brain. His eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to pounce on the silver-beard Taoist priest for revenge, but Lin Xiaochuan's stick was one step ahead. On the top of the injured Tianling Gai, it came again.

This moment was terrible, the Tianling cover was already shattered, the stick hit the brain directly, and immediately the person was smashed and lay down, his limbs convulsed, his seven orifices bled, what a miserable death.

Disgusted, Lin Xiaochuan flicked Xiaohan's stick, and looked at other places, but saw that Yi Xing had already dealt with one person, and now there were three seventh-ranks left. The six brothers pestered one more.

With Lin Xiaochuan and Yinxu Daochang joining the battle group, the situation gradually returned to a balanced state.

"Hehe, all the people who come are guests. Since you are here, let's stay."

The strange man with the tiger-head mask came out, followed by Huo Yi, Butou Hong, and two other men.

These two men, Lin Xiaochuan, looked familiar, one used living people to feed water ghosts, and the other cut water ghosts raw.

The weirdo showed up, and immediately the remaining six rank-[-]s retreated to his side, making gestures with their hands, as if to say how hateful these people were just now.

The weirdo smiled and patted their heads casually, as if he was stroking his pet.

This scene was very weird, before Lin Xiaochuan had time to say anything, he saw the weird man laughing, and then took out a small bottle, and gave the six people the medicine inside.

Not long after, I heard a burst of roaring, the six seventh-ranks seemed to be stimulated, and kept yelling, laughing wildly, or crying bitterly, with different reactions.

But no matter what the reaction was, the last six people turned their heads and looked at Lin Xiaochuan and the others with resentful eyes.

"Is this going to let the dog bite someone?"

Lin Xiaochuan muttered, then stepped back, trying to keep the distance.

With a big wave of the strange man's hand, these six seventh-rank masters rushed towards them with both hands and feet, baring their teeth and claws, showing no human appearance.

"There is a problem with the elixir."

Yi Xing yelled, and then he slashed at him with a knife, but the slash was cut empty.

In a distorted posture, the seventh-rank master came up, but he didn't use martial arts, but opened his mouth and bit the back of Yi Xing's neck suddenly.

boom!
Monk Liaoxuan was standing behind Yi Xing, and this shovel just took pictures of the seventh grade, which did Yi Xing a great favor.

"Thank you."

Yi Xing said something expressionless, and then the shadow of the knife in his hand flew, stopping the other two who were rushing.

Lin Xiaochuan, Wang Yu, and Taoist Yinxu formed a circle and stopped the other three. These guys who could no longer be called human were constantly wandering around, waiting for the opportunity to pounce on them and bite them.

"Master Immortal, this is..."

Seeing this scene, Catcher Hong was surprised, so he asked immediately.

"They are not strong-willed, and they are greedy for pills, so that their minds are affected.

Originally, they should have exploded and died long ago. I think they are all devoted to martial arts, so I tried to save their lives. "

After the weirdo finished speaking, he looked at the six people, as if falling into some kind of reminiscence.