Ruyi Town has been abandoned, and the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people will not go out late at night.
The thunder is coming and the storm is coming!
Autumn thunder has never been louder than before, like the roar of beasts deep in the mountains!
The wind blew the bonfire, making the shadows on the wall sway like monsters and ghosts.
"We found them." Shang Fenghua opened his eyes, Wuhua's face flashed in his eyes.
Autumn night rains are the coldest.
Shang Fenghua and the other three walked into the rain curtain, not afraid of the rain staining their clothes.
In front of the three people, a Tanyouyingying firefly exuding a faint light walked forward in the rain.
The cold autumn rain never extinguishes the light on the firefly.
At the entrance of Ruyi Town, a figure wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat walked into the rain.
The figure looked at the ruins not far away, his eyes changed, and he murmured: "I hope it's not too late."
A few breaths later, several young men in white clothes appeared in the same position, and the patter of rain seemed to never fall on them.
The five of them stepped into the muddy puddle nonchalantly, and the splashed muddy water slipped off the tips of their shoes.
The strange thing is that the clothes and shoes of the five people are always dry.
"Are you here too?"
"Before a cup of tea, the smell of night ghosts here was very strong. All these smells disappeared at once."
"Yes. If there is such a huge aura, at least thousands of night ghosts gather. Where is the shadow of the night ghost?"
"Something is out of the ordinary, look carefully."
The five people belong to two teams. The same thing is that they are all young and strong men at the level of genius in the world.
The figures of the five people dispersed and disappeared into the rain.
...
In the courtyard, Ye Qinghuan, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Someone touched the ban he set.
This means that those people found traces of Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua.
"It's time to go." Ye Qinghuan helped Wuhua up and found that Wuhua's body was covered in cold sweat.
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Qinghuan asked in a deep voice.
At this moment, Wuhua no longer had the strength to speak. He looked at Ye Qinghuan feebly, opened his mouth but could not speak.
All his true energy has been exhausted, and his body is now weaker than that of an ordinary person, as if he has experienced a serious illness.
Ye Qinghuan picked up Wuhua on his back and escaped into the darkness.
His original intention was that Wuhua could regain some strength, but he didn't expect Wuhua to become weaker and weaker.
Ye Qinghuan was carrying Wuhua on his back, and he could feel the breath coming from all around.
"More people are coming than before."
"The people from the Ghost Hunting Pavilion were really prompt."
Autumn rain always makes people feel a lot of melancholy, especially in the dark night.
In the dark, moonless night, I couldn't see my fingers, and even from a few steps away, I couldn't see anyone clearly.
Ye Qinghuan walked not far when he suddenly stopped in an alley.
In front of the alley, three figures blocked Ye Qinghuan's path.
"I'll give you another chance. Hand over that monk, and I'll let you go." Shang Fenghua said.
Ye Qinghuan said nothing and slowly shook his head.
Even in the darkness, Shang Fenghua could clearly see Ye Qinghuan's movements.
Shang Fenghua took off the broad sword, and the autumn rain hit the broad blade, making a crisp sound.
Ye Qinghuan didn't want to fight. Before the three of them could launch an offensive, his figure flickered and fled towards another part of the alley.
However, Qiao Jun is very fast.
A flash of red sword light tore through the night, illuminating the narrow alley and Ye Qinghuan's face.
The broken sky was unsheathed, the cold air burst out, and the falling autumn rain froze into ice and flew towards Qiao Jun.
Ye Qinghuan did not retreat. Taking advantage of the opportunity to unsheath the sword, the sword light surged out from the scabbard and collided with Qiao Jun.
boom!
The flashing cold sword light finally overshadowed the red sword light.
As the two collided, Qiao Jun took a few steps back, his face turning pale.
There is also a gap in the seventh grade of the Open Monument!
Although I had seen Ye Qinghuan's sword during the day, who among the people who walked out of the Ghost Hunting Pavilion was not a proud man of heaven, so how could he admit defeat?
Before Qiao Jun could react, Ye Qinghuan had already escaped into the darkness.
Several scents around him were also approaching quickly, and none of these scents were familiar to Ye Qinghuan.
Therefore, Ye Qinghuan knew that he must leave Ruyi Town as soon as possible.
There was another flash of sword light, tearing apart the night like a silent thunder in the dark night.
Ye Qinghuan had to concentrate on dealing with it.
Each stop brings its own additional dangers.
The sword light kept flickering, and the cold air around Ye Qinghuan continued to dissipate, and white mist rose up in the night.
Buzz!
Frost blooms!
"Qiao Ting!" Qiao Jun shouted.
With just one move, Qiao Ting flew backwards into the night. After knocking down several pillars, the crumbling house collapsed, burying Qiao Ting.
Shang Fenghua had a look of surprise on his face.
The ultimate attack with sword intent and cold martial arts.
This person is not weaker than the genius in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion. If he really enters the Ghost Hunting Pavilion, his cultivation will be above his own.
"With such a talent, why do you want to help foreigners?"
"You shouldn't be like this. You can't escape death by betraying the human race!"
As the words fell, the dark blade blended into the night, and the terrifying murderous intent pounced on Ye Qinghuan like a hungry beast.
The sword fell enough to cut Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua into two.
Ye Qinghuan jumped into the air, turned his body in the air, and faced the blade attacking in the darkness head-on.
When he raised his sword, a thunder suddenly appeared in the air.
As Ye Qinghuan waved the broken sky, thunder fell from the sky, illuminating several figures in the night.
At the same time, sword light surged.
In mid-air, Ye Qinghuan advanced instead of retreating, swooping down with the sword light.
Shang Fenghua was first struck by thunder, but this did not cause him any substantial harm.
The oncoming sword light illuminated Shang Fenghua's solemn face.
In the dark night, a silver thunderbolt converged on the broad knife.
Why should the eighth grade Kaibei be withdrawn?
How could Shang Fenghua be afraid of Ye Qinghuan?
boom!
An extreme light appeared in mid-air, illuminating the entire Ruyi Town.
The sound of landslides and tsunamis spread within a radius of ten miles.
"over there!"
"Go quickly!"
The five people scattered in Ruyi Town rushed over.
The figure on the other side wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat looked at the dazzling light in the air and said softly: "Fortunately, it's still too late."
Immediately, the figure smiled bitterly again and said: "However, it seems that many people came from the other party."
Ruyi Town has never been so lively.
With so many strong men appearing here, there will definitely be no peace tonight.
The remaining people in Ruyi Town were hiding under the covers, praying that this war would not affect them like the autumn rain.
After Ye Qinghuan and Shang Fenghua fought, with just one move, both of them were blown away by the air wave.
The two of them retreated and disappeared into the darkness.
The gap in realm cannot be bridged by anything.
Ye Qinghuan coughed up a mouthful of blood to calm the surging blood and energy in his body, and adjusted himself to the best state where he could take action at any time.
Wuhua behind him was still unconscious. This state was definitely abnormal.
But no one knows why?
Just when Ye Qinghuan set off again, a voice came from behind Ye Qinghuan.
"Sorry, you can't leave."
The next moment, several figures appeared around Ye Qinghuan at the same time, surrounding the two of them.
Each of these people is a powerful monument-builder, and all of them have locked onto Ye Qinghuan's aura.
As long as Ye Qinghuan moves, everyone will be surrounded and killed.
At this time, Shang Fenghua and three others also came over.
"Fenghua, how come you three can't even take down such a guy?"
"Hey, Qiao Jun, are you still injured? Hahaha."
Relaxed laughter sounded in the dark night.
The eight people from the Ghost Hunting Pavilion have already surrounded Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua, and all they have to do next is to catch the turtle in the jar.
Someone asked: "One is a human race, and the other... is not a night ghost, but he also has the aura of a night ghost. It's really strange. Is this why you are chasing him?"
Shang Fenghua said: "This monk is from a foreign race."
"Just now our detective Ying sensed a powerful night ghost aura..."
"Yes, it also emanates from this monk. But now this aura is hidden again."
Several people looked at the unconscious Wuhua curiously.
"What to do now? Kill them?" someone asked.
Shang Fenghua took a step forward and persuaded him again: "Kill him and let you live."
This time, Ye Qinghuan finally spoke.
"Sorry, can't do it!"
Shang Fenghua sighed helplessly and picked up the broadsword.
The Ghost Hunting Pavilion hunts night ghosts, but it does not want to kill people, especially a powerful young man like Ye Qinghuan.
Ye Qinghuan clenched the Sky-Breaking Sword in his hand. He was unable to reverse the current desperate situation.
Maybe he can get a few people to back him up, but it's all meaningless.
The eight people in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion were preparing to take action when footsteps came from behind them.
There was no cover for the footsteps, the shoes just stepped into the puddle and then walked out.
"Sorry, I'm late."
A young man was holding a pink oil-paper umbrella, and his shoulders were already wet from the rain.
The umbrella cover of the oil-paper umbrella was very old and torn, as if it had been picked up somewhere.
Everyone looked at the dusty young man behind them, with a strange look in their eyes.
A smile appeared on Ye Qinghuan's cold face. He knew that he now had a chance to break the situation.
The young man holding the oil-paper umbrella is Yu Zhi who came from Qiang City.
"Who are you?" someone asked.
Yu Zhi pointed at Ye Qinghuan and Wuhua who were surrounded.
"Friends of both of them."
Everyone in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion was a little puzzled. For such a little monk, why did people keep coming to save him?
"Why save him? He is a foreigner, a night ghost who invaded the human world." Shang Fenghua said in a deep voice.
Yu Zhi said: "I've known this little monk since I was a child. He doesn't even dare to step on an ant. How could he be a night ghost? There must be a misunderstanding here."
"You can't go wrong in exploring Youying. The night ghost aura on him is the strongest I have ever seen. No matter what happens today, he will die! If you want to save him, you will die too!" Shang Fenghua threatened.
Yu Zhi heard this and sighed.
He put away the tattered oil-paper umbrella and said angrily: "So there's nothing to talk about?"
Everyone in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion was wary of Yu Zhi. They had secretly circulated their true energy and were ready to take action at any time.
Yu Zhi took out a red fire talisman and activated it with his true energy.
One-third of the runes have flowed half way, and the red flame has ignited.
Yu Zhi raised his hand and threw it, and the red fire talisman flew upwards.
boom!
A grand explosion lasted for a long time.
"I advise you, listen to me and don't be so stubborn."
