From the time Nangong Hao stepped out of the gate of the Han Ape Tribe, to the time he saw Yun Qingwu and worshipping the stars, his expression had always been very flat and calm.

However, when the Dragon Guardian appeared, his expression became a little solemn for the first time.

No one knows what Nangong Hao is thinking, maybe, as Bai Xing asked, when you take out the last chess piece, what do you have left to scare? Maybe, as Nangong Hao said......

You can guess.

"Can this battle of the Han Ape Tribe really decide the future of the Southern Regions and Great Xia?" Hearing Nangong Hao's words, Bai Xing didn't mean to guess, but continued to ask rhetorically.

"Just try it. Nangong Hao retracted his gaze and looked at the worship star, the faint golden light flashed in his eyes, and with a finger of the Wuwei Sword in his hand, the person had already rushed out.

"If I were you, I wouldn't care about the lives of these people. Bai Xing's gaze narrowed slightly, the coldness at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and the whole person turned into a silver light in an instant.

......

It seemed like a fierce battle.

Nearly 50,000 soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty were waiting for battle, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Southern Regions came from the front and back, and dozens of demon elites were preparing to slaughter.

It's a pity that when they faced hundreds of dragon guards, they could only temporarily put away their killing intent and take a defensive posture to retreat.

In terms of the situation, it was a battle that looked evenly matched.

But those who really understand know that the so-called parity of power is only a temporary superficial phenomenon, because this is the Southern Regions and not Great Xia.

If a war breaks out and you can't win it right away, you will end up with only one way, and you will be encircled.

The reason is very simple, if the Southern Regions can set up an ambush in the Han Ape Tribe, how can there be no encirclement outside? Once the military strength is dragged down, the battle will have already been lost.

Xing Qingsui could see this, and Wu Feng could certainly also perceive this.

Merely......

Wu Feng's mind is almost all tied to Yan Xiu's body now, although Yan Xiu is indifferent, but Wu Feng and Yan Xiu have known each other since childhood.

Defeat in the palace examination.

It once made Wu Feng feel a little sad in his heart.

However, when it comes to hate, it is impossible to hate, because, since he was a child, he has always regarded Yan Xiu as a younger brother in his heart.

Although, it is a rather embarrassing thing for an older brother to be surpassed by a younger brother.

But this didn't mean that he would watch Yan Xiu fall into the Shura Dao like this, and even be killed by the middle-aged man of the demon clan.

The jade flute in his hand was clenched tightly, and Wu Feng's heart seemed to be making some kind of decision.

The people in the audience who paid attention to Yan Xiu, in addition to Wu Feng, there was also Yun Qingwu, who was standing on the cliff of Wind Valley in a plain white dress.

"It seems that he is not enough. Yun Qingwu seemed to be talking to herself, but this voice was almost equal to the same order in the ears of the two deputy commanders behind her.

"Shall I help him?" asked the young vice-commander with a turquoise magic eye on his forehead.

"Wu Ji go. Yun Qingwu shook her head slightly.

"I, young master, then your safety ......" The middle-aged man with a reddish magic eye on his forehead looked a little hesitant when he heard Yun Qingwu's words.

"It doesn't matter. Yun Qingwu said indifferently.

"Understood, I'll go back as soon as I go. Wu Ji didn't say anything more when he heard this, and as soon as his body moved, he had already disappeared in place.

When the two armies were fighting fiercely, a light that fell from the cliff of the Wind Valley naturally could not attract too many people's attention.

However, when this light shot towards Yan Xiu at an extremely fast speed, Wu Feng still felt the powerful killing intent contained in this light for the first time.

"Don't think!" Wu Feng's mouth let out a soft snort, and his body greeted the light falling from the sky like a meteor.

For the witch wind who has mastered the rhythm of music.

Close combat is not his forte.

Long-distance battle was his best choice, but this time, he did not hesitate to meet it, and at the same time, the jade flute in his hand also lit up.

It was a kind of turquoise light like water, and when this brilliance was imprinted on Wu Feng's arm, there was an extremely strange scene.

Green moire patterns appeared on Wu Feng's arms, and even, little by little, they moved upwards, converging towards his chest at a slow speed.

"Huh?" A slight voice rang out in the sky.

Immediately after, the light and the figure collided.

Without much accident, Wu Feng's body was blown up like a kite, and his mouth was sprayed with blood like spring water, and his face was pale.

And at the place where the two collided, there was a middle-aged man with a pale red light flashing on his forehead at this moment, it was the martial halberd that fell from the cliff of Wind Valley.

Compared with the appearance of falling down just now, Wu Ji's clothes were obviously broken several times, his arms trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at Wu Feng, who was falling to the ground not far away, and seemed to have a slight respect.

"There is no need to die anymore, it is useless. Wu Ji looked at Wu Feng, who was gritting his teeth and getting up from the ground with difficulty, and said in a cold tone.

"If you don't struggle, then it's really useless!" Wu Feng's lips bit extremely tightly, and a trace of blood slipped down the corners of his lips, I don't know if it was the blood spit out of his mouth, or the blood produced after his lips were bitten.

"With your qualifications, if you can wait another ten years, I will not be your opponent. Wu Ji looked at the turquoise cloud patterns that were spreading more and more on Wu Feng's arm, and said in an affirmative tone.

"I know. Wu Feng was also very sure.

"Well, I can give you a chance to act as if I didn't see you. ”

"But I've seen you. ”

"Okay...... In that case, then you should die!" Wu Ji nodded, and with a slight flick of the sword in his hand, a light as thin as a crescent moon flashed from the tip of his sword.

It was an inconspicuous light.

However, when Wu Feng saw this light, the expression on his face was already like dead ashes, and he just bit his lip tightly, waiting for the crescent moon to arrive.

"Boom!"

Blood flew in the sky.

Wu Feng fell to the ground, there was a deep blood mark on his chest, his eyes were closed, and his face was pale, but the jade flute in his hand was still pointing at Yan Xiu, who was not far away, his eyes were red......

"Witch Wind!"

"Wu Gongzi!"

One voice after another sounded among the talents, and the tone was bleak, there was sympathy for Wu Feng, and there was also despair for their fate.

......

Yan Xiu's current appearance was extremely godless.

He just quietly guarded in front of Fang Zheng, with a bright red light flowing in his eyes, and he couldn't see the picture inside his pupils, so it was naturally impossible to guess what he was looking at.

The Qiankun fan, which no longer has a picture of mountains and rivers, was tightly pinched in his hand, and a little blood stained on the fan looked a little dazzling and a little sad.

"Witch ...... Witch...... Wu Feng ......" An extremely small voice came out of Yan Xiu's mouth slightly, and with this voice, the blood in Yan Xiu's eyes seemed to slowly become clear.

That's just clear.

Just like a turbid river, after years, the sand and soil have slowly settled, and the color has not changed at all, but the clear quality has become much more crystalline.

"Wu Feng!" Suddenly, a clearly audible voice spat out from Yan Xiu's mouth, and immediately, the red light on Yan Xiu's chest also lit up violently.

If it was flickering before, now it is bright, constantly bright.

"What's going on?" Wu Ji looked at the red light on Yan Xiu's chest, and there was deep doubt in his eyes, because, according to normal reasoning, Yan Xiu should have fallen into the evil Shura just now.

Of course......

As far as the current state of Yan Xiu is concerned, he is also still in the state of evil Shura, because the more red light on his chest is, the deeper he has entered the evil Shura.

So, how can Yan Xiu pronounce words clearly?

Wu Ji didn't quite understand.

And the middle-aged man who had been fighting against Yan Xiu also didn't understand, since he had fallen into the reincarnation of the evil Shura, how could he climb out of the reincarnation of the evil Shura?

The eyes of the two demon vice-commanders were a little puzzled.

However, soon, the doubts in their eyes turned into surprise, because they saw a figure, a figure who was pressing a hand on Yan Xiu's shoulder.

It was a hand completely wrapped in purple light.

This purple light naturally came from the sword in his hand, a sword that had completely turned purple from the blade to the hilt, a crystal clear and bewildering purple.

Fang ...... Fang Zhengzhi?!" As a demon of the reincarnation realm, Wu Ji rarely has too much surprise because he sees a human being, but, I don't know why, he now has a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

The middle-aged man standing with Wu Ji was also shocked at this moment, his eyes looked at Fang Zheng's upright appearance, and his steps subconsciously took a step back.

Although this is only a small step, it is enough to represent the thoughts in his heart now.

"Fang Zhengzhi is not dead!"

"This ...... Is this still upright?"

"What's going on? Why, I...... I'm feeling a little scared!"

At this time, the talents also noticed the figure standing behind Yan Xiu, it was a figure that they were very familiar with, but at this moment, they almost didn't know each other.

On the cliff of Wind Valley, Yun Qingwu's face suddenly changed.

The reason is, of course, also because of the figure behind Yan Xiu, the figure that Yun Qingwu is also very familiar with, all along, in Yun Qingwu's impression, Fang Zhengzhi is a person who is so shameless that he can hardly describe it in words.

Such a person, of course, has a temperament that can be imagined.

Can ...... now

This temperament is completely absent.

The current Fang Zhengzhi was like a ghost wrapped in a cloud of purple light, and the Traceless Sword had completely turned into a crystal bewitching purple sword.

Even one of Fang's upright arms was completely covered in purple light.

It seemed to be a purple that melted into the blood, and the straight eyes were also purple.

Yan Xiu, because he mastered the Shura Dao, his eyes turned blood-red, which is understandable, because that is the ability that can only be possessed in the reincarnation realm.

But......

Did Fang Zheng go straight into reincarnation?

Of course not, his strength is the three hundred and eighty-eight kinds of Dao in the small world, but now Fang Zhengzhi seems to have only one Dao flowing in his body.

That is, killing.

A kind of killing that bursts out from within.

If Yan Xiu's Shura Dao is a kind of coldness that is intertwined with good and evil, then Fang Zhengzhi is a kind of cold in his bones.

Or rather, it's murderous.

An irrepressible murderous aura.

"Woke up?" Yun Qingwu's eyes showed some surprise, this kind of expression rarely showed on her face.

And the deputy capital commander who stood behind Yun Qingwu with a green demon eye on his head also had a tense expression at this time, and the sword in his hand was directly withdrawn.

......

Yan Xiu's body trembled slightly at this time.

He didn't make much movement, but an overwhelming purple was slowly wrapping up Yan Xiu's body from Fang Zheng's hands.

For an evil asura.

This is something that should not have happened, because it is impossible for an unconscious evil assura to control himself and allow other energies to enter the body.

However, Yan Xiu didn't make much moves, just stood quietly in place, his body trembling slightly.

Until......

His eyes slowly closed, and he sat down on the ground.

As everyone expected, Yan Xiu fell into a coma, but this is also something that no one can imagine, because, Fang Zhengzhi can actually Yan Xiu fall into a coma?!

Fang Zhengzhi didn't answer the doubts on the faces of the people around him, he just gently helped Yan Xiu's body, and then looked at Wu Feng, who was lying in a pool of blood not far away.

At last......

His gaze looked at Wu Ji and the middle-aged man standing beside Wu Ji.

A purple light began to rise from the soles of his feet, slowly circling over his body like a coiled dragon.

Such a scene made even Nangong Hao and Bai Xing stop in the fierce battle.

Bai Xing's eyes became extremely surprised at this moment, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth disappeared instantly, because there was a feeling on Fang Zheng's body that made him very uneasy.

Nangong Hao's eyes were also a little surprised, different from the surprise when he heard Fang Zhengzhi say that there were three hundred and eighty-eight kinds of Dao in the small world, and the current surprise obviously carried a kind of doubt.

Is this the true strength of the three hundred and eighty-eight Daos?

Wrong.

It's just a Word, a Word that belongs entirely to killing!

Why, there is such a way?!

The battlefield of fierce battles became a little silent at this moment, because a purple light rose at this time, it was a purple dragon.

"Kill!" A cold and piercing voice sounded in the purple dragon, and on the ground, Fang Zhengzhi, who was originally standing, had completely disappeared at this moment. (To be continued.) )