Chapter 880 Evil Spirits and Evil Bodies, Desperately Chasing and Fleeing

Zhuang Quan seemed to be afraid of this sword. After all, evil spirits and evil bodies are most afraid of masculinity and righteousness, and karma fire is one of the few rare yang energies in the world.

Zhuang Quan raised his hand, a large amount of black energy gushed out from his body, condensed into a finger above his head, and ignited the karmic fire.

It was Zhuang Quan's unique skill during his lifetime - One Finger Mountains and Rivers!

It's just that all the power has been transformed from true essence into black energy, revealing a wave of evil energy, which makes one's heart palpitate.

"boom!"

Hei hit Karma with one finger, blocking the sword energy for a moment, and then exploded. The crimson sword qi rushed forward without hesitation.

Zhuang Quan's chest was pierced by the sword energy again, and a large amount of black energy burst out.

Yang Qingxuan went up with his sword in hand.

Ziyuan screamed, saying, "Don't touch that black air!"

Yang Qingxuan's footsteps faltered, and the black air from Zhuang Quan's chest continued to spread, pressing in all directions. He frowned, and shouted: "Get out!" He also took a few steps back.

Ziyuan said: "Once this black air is inhaled into the body, it is more terrifying than poison, and it will be difficult to expel it."

At the same time, she asked suspiciously: "This is the purest power of darkness, who is this person?"

Yang Qingxuan stared at the black air. After Zhuang Quan was wounded by his sword, he spit out a large amount of black air, and then flashed his figure and dodged to the side.

"Not good! Be careful!"

Yang Qingxuan was terrified, his figure was like a sword, no matter how powerful the black energy was, he rushed away. The direction Zhuang Quan was heading towards was exactly the direction where the Ferrymen's disciples were densely packed. But in the black air, except for his piercing eyes, the rest of the disciples couldn't see Zhuang Quan clearly.

"what!!"

There were two screams, and the corpses flashed in the black air. The two disciples at the front were caught by Zhuang Quan, and they bit one of them directly on the neck.

"what!--"

The disciple screamed, his face contorted instantly, and then his skin contracted, his eyes protruded, and his whole body became extremely white.

The other disciple who was caught was scared out of his wits, and wept hoarsely: "Save me, save me!"

He also tried his best to hit Zhuang Quan's head, flattening the scorched black head, but it didn't have any effect. After absorbing the flesh and blood of that disciple, the flat head quickly recovered.

The rest of the disciples were so frightened that their legs became weak, and they dared not step forward.

Zhuang Quan sucked the flesh and saw Yang Qingxuan rushing towards him. Before he finished sucking, he threw the half-dead disciple over.

Yang Qingxuan didn't know if the disciple was dead or not, so he hurriedly put away the sword energy, gently supported the disciple with his hand, put him on the ground, and rushed towards Zhuang Quan.

After this delay, Zhuang Quan's teeth were already biting another disciple's neck, and at the same time, his figure flew towards the other ferryman disciples. The black air on his body sprayed directly on several ferryman disciples.

"what!!"

The few disciples who were infected by the black air were so frightened that they screamed "Wow", and hurriedly fled to the back.

Yang Qingxuan didn't care too much, rushed directly into the black air, slashed at Zhuang Quan with a sword, and shouted at the same time: "You go first!"

Huazhang and the others were anxious and frightened. Seeing Yang Qingxuan fighting the monster in the black air, they knew that going up would be a drag, so they immediately ordered: "Let's retreat first and wait for Lord Qingxuan on the mountain ahead."

Peerfei landed not far away, and brought the disciple who had been sucked in blood and did not know whether to live or die. As long as there is hope of survival, you cannot leave your companions behind.

Yuan Kui stared at the figures of the two fighting in the black air, snorted coldly, and left with the crowd.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you recognize me?" Yang Qingxuan's fire sword criss-crossed the black air, continuously chopping out fire lights to disperse the black air.

"Let me see Zi Yuan." Zhuang Quan hugged the disciple with both hands and kept dodging. At this time, the head was exposed from the disciple's body, his mouth was full of blood, and his eyes shot out.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback. Zhuang Quan's scorched face had already recovered half of it. If it continues like this, if he sucks a few more people, he might recover his full body.

With his murderous aura, Nanming's Lihuo sword swept across the air, and in a straight line, the starting point was lit with fire patterns, turning into sword aura and shooting away.

Zhuang Quan hugged the man and backed away, at the same time he stretched out his hand, pinched his fingers repeatedly, and hit the sword energy.

"Bang bang!"

The finger force was suppressed, but it effectively blocked the sword energy.

Moreover, half of the ferryman's disciple's body was stained with blood, and was twitching constantly, as if he was not dead. Yang Qingxuan was also a little bit wary.

Whenever Zhuang Quan was cornered, he used the ferryman's disciple's body as a shield to block him, forcing Yang Qingxuan to retreat.

"Let me meet Ziyuan." Zhuang Quan said again.

"Let's reveal your identity first!" Yang Qingxuan's face became colder and colder, the disciple's convulsions disappeared, and he was probably not dead. No more worries at the moment, the powerful sword suddenly erupted, red lotuses swung in the air, and rushed over.

Zhuang Quan threw the disciple towards Yang Qingxuan, and he took advantage of the situation to escape backwards.

Yang Qingxuan took the disciple and took a look. There was only a layer of skin left on his body, all the blood and flesh had been sucked out, and his face seemed to be attached to the skull with a layer of skin. Only two eyes protruded, which was extremely terrifying. And already dead.

"Damn it!"

Yang Qingxuan was startled and angry, the sword intent on his body burst out, and he hurried to catch up.

Zhuang Quan had already escaped thousands of feet, and the speed was not slow.

The two chased for a while, and some experienced disciples flew from the sky, and Zhuang Quan rushed over.

Yang Qingxuan was anxious and shouted from behind: "Be careful!"

Those disciples couldn't react in time, Zhuang Quan arrested a woman, and escaped hundreds of feet away in a blink of an eye.

"Ah!" As soon as the woman screamed, she was directly bitten to death.

"What's going on? Ah, my wife!—" a warrior yelled in pain.

"Hurry up!"

"Is that thing a human or a ghost? Why does it look so scary?"

The group of warriors burst into flames in shock.

With a gloomy face, Yang Qingxuan swept past them like a ray of sword energy, and hurriedly chased after them.

Only then did the experienced disciples panic and took out their weapons to catch up, but after chasing for a while, even the shadows of Yang Qingxuan and Zhuang Quan could not be seen.

"Brother Song Ji, my condolences. The husband is alive, so why worry about not having a wife? It's just a woman, if it's gone, it'll be gone. When Brother Song breaks through to the heavenly position, there will be so many sisters who will come to you." Seeing that they couldn't catch up, they had to give up. , Comforting the warrior one by one.

The warrior sighed, the sadness soon disappeared, and he nodded uncontrollably.

Yang Qingxuan frantically chased for hundreds of miles. After Zhuang Quan sucked the woman dry, he not only replenished his physical strength, but also recovered a lot from the body destroyed by lightning, and even his strength was significantly improved.

Yang Qingxuan was startled, Zhuang Quan escaped from the embarrassment before, and now he has escaped calmly. If he sucks a few more people, he may not have to escape, and he may be the one who escapes by then.

He was very anxious and accelerated his speed again, but what made his face change greatly was that a few more fighters flew in front of the two of them, Zhuang Quan's eyes burst out with brilliance, and he grinned with a "hey" One sound.

"Let's go!" Yang Qingxuan yelled at those people, his face suddenly froze in anxiety, those people actually recognized them, they were Luo Ye and several disciples of Wuya Sword Sect.