Lei Heng's swordsmanship was wide open and closed, and the sword blade made a whistling sound while swinging. Zhou Yan's swordsmanship had many changes, making it particularly dexterous.

"Disciple of Tianbang?"

Yan Luo smiled, and let the two attack him while waving his long sleeves, and kept retreating. He was about to retreat out of the hall in the blink of an eye.

Immediately outside the hall, seven or eight monks couldn't hold themselves back any longer. They each took action and rushed behind Ghost Hand Yama.

"court death!"

Ghost Hand Yama sneered, and shook his long sleeves violently, and saw his clothes fluttering, and he burst out with energy.

Bang!

No one turned around, but the seven or eight people behind were so shocked that they vomited blood and flew away, making the remaining monks tremble with fear. They were just like a mob.

Ghost Hand Yan Luo moved slightly on the spot, his hands suddenly reached out, and directly grabbed the swords of Lei Heng and Zhou Yan.

Buzz!

The sword body trembled continuously, no matter how hard Lei Heng and Zhou Yan tried, they couldn't pull it out, and their expressions immediately changed drastically.

"Abandon the sword!"

Zhao Zhengyang and Lei Teng immediately noticed something was wrong and exclaimed at the same time.

Lei Heng and Zhou Yan quickly let go and wanted to leave.

"It's too late, hahaha!"

Ghost Hand Yama laughed loudly, let go of his hand, and hit the tip of the sword with his palm while it was hanging in the air.

boom!

At the same time, the pressure that only existed in the Xiaoyuan Dan realm suddenly broke out on him.

The sword flew out like a giant, and the hilt hit the chests of Lei Heng and Zhou Yan. Their ribs were broken on the spot, and they spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out at the same time.

Si Xueyi glanced at them and saw that their chests were sunken, and they were completely severely injured.

Jiang Fengyu's face was pale, and the palms in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

The expressions of Lei Teng and Zhao Zhengyang also changed, but they were not too panicked. They just stared at Ghost Hand Yama.

When the monks surrounding the hall outside saw this, their eyes were full of fear, and they quietly retreated.

There is really no use in large numbers. As soon as the true cultivation of the ghost-hand Yama was revealed, more than a hundred people lost their will to fight.

Zhao Zhengyang said coldly: "No wonder you dare to issue a battle invitation. With your cultivation in the Xiaoyuan Dan realm, even if you are defeated, you can still calmly leave if you encounter trouble."

"But I'm sorry, there are three Little Yuandan Venerables here today, and you will have to lose half your life even if you don't die!"

Lei Teng smiled and said: "Brother Zhao, this is all he has to rely on. Just spend some money to keep him. He has made a lot of achievements as the number one evil cultivator on the red list."

The two of them are from the Xiaoyuan Dan realm who have been trained among the disciples of Tianbang. In terms of background and talent, they are definitely higher than Ghost Hand Yama.

As for Fu Hongyao, let alone Fu Hongyao, she is a genius girl from Lingxue Pavilion. At the age of seventeen, she has reached the level of Xiao Yuan Dan Venerable, and her talent is much stronger than the two of them.

The three of them joining forces are enough to deal with the evil cultivators on the black list.

Fu Hongyao was gearing up and ready to take action.

"Three against one, I'm really no match."

Ghost Hand Yama smiled, then reached out and took off his mask, revealing a face that was very familiar to everyone.

The facial features and face are exactly the same as Xu Shiying’s!

This extremely horrifying scene shocked both Lei Teng and Zhao Zhengyang. They opened their mouths and were speechless.
Chapter completed!