Before the words fell, Geng Zhiming, who was still dying just now, suddenly stood up violently as if he had been stimulated, and swung his fist straight at Sanar's face!

Sanar was caught off guard and subconsciously used the same move to resist, but he didn't expect that the light blade had been dispersed by Geng Zhiming before it could take shape, and Sanar himself was shocked back dozens of steps.

On the other hand, Geng Zhiming, not only did he not move at all, but the wounds on his body that were deep in the bones were actually healing at an alarming speed. At the same time, a crimson rune appeared on Geng Zhiming's forehead, which was extremely strange.

"I see, I see!" Sanar laughed even more frantically, "No wonder you dare to speak wildly, it turns out that you are a descendant of that race!"

"You're talking a lot of nonsense. Geng Zhiming sneered.

"It's kind of blocking three moves...... "Sanar pretended to think, "but... … What should I do? I don't seem to be in the habit of keeping my promises!"

"Oh, I'm not stupid enough to expect a madman to do what he says. Geng Zhiming sneered, "Look at your head!"

Sanar looked up in a daze, only to find that the sky had been shrouded in a huge curtain of light at some point.

"This is a treasure I paid a lot of money for, and it won't be a problem to trap you for a while. Geng Zhiming looked teasing, "If it weren't for the fact that this thing had been charging for too long, I would have played with a madman here?"

"Boy, don't you think.... Have you made a grave for yourself?" Anger began to appear on Sanar's face.

"Really?" Geng Zhiming smiled, "I don't think so..."

"Is the spiritual power concretized......" Sanar looked at the red wings that suddenly appeared behind Geng Zhiming, "It seems that the secret technique has greatly increased your strength, but..."

"It's not enough!!" Sanar suddenly soared, and a huge torrent of spiritual power smashed towards Geng Zhiming like a meteorite!

Geng Zhiming's face was solemn, his hands were sealed, and the eight light shields appeared again.

The shield successfully blocked the attack, but almost as soon as the attack fell, the shield began to crack and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. And in the sky, Sanar's attacks were continuous, and there was no intention of stopping.

"Cut, do you really have to use that thing..."Geng Zhiming's eyes narrowed slightly. Just when Geng Zhiming made up his mind, a figure suddenly appeared and rushed straight at Sanar!

Sanar was taken aback, with the lesson of the last time, he didn't dare to take it hard this time, so he had to put away his offensive and flash to the side.

"Ruochen?!" Geng Zhiming's eyes were about to pop out, "Didn't I tell you to leave quickly?"

"We have sworn to the Immortal Heaven that if we do not obey it, we will be punished by heaven. "If the dust falls steadily to the ground.

"You..."Geng Zhiming was angry and funny, but he snorted as if he had thought of something, "Wait a minute, we?"

Ruochen shrugged.

"Young master, we're here to save you! The two of them jumped out and posed together what they thought was cool.

"Zeyan, Wushuang?!" Geng Zhiming covered his face, "I've been fighting here for a long time, dare you love that none of you left?"

"Those two brothers won't leave," Ruochen rolled his eyes, "what can I do." ”

"Hey, Ruochen, you don't want to be punished by heaven, do we want to?" Wushuang said dissatisfied.

"That's it. Ze Yan echoed.

"Immortality does not punish fools. Ruochen glanced at them.

"You ......" Wushuang choked.

They were so happy that no one noticed that tears were quietly rolling across the face of the boy who was hiding his face with his hands.

"Hey, hey, have you figured out what's going on?" Sanar's face turned green on the side, "What you're facing... But the Supreme of the Feather Clan!!"

With this roar, he roared out a bit of supreme momentum, forcing the four people present to retreat a few steps.

"He's right," Geng Zhiming quietly wiped away his tears, "You can't run away, go all out!"

"Isn't it the Venerable of the Yu Clan, what are you afraid of, watch our brothers beat him flat!" Wushuang rubbed his hands, and he suddenly jumped up nearly three feet and attacked Sanar directly!

The remaining three were also unambiguous and launched an attack on Sannar.

".. Sanar stared, and the three of Ruosheng gradually turned into clawed palms, "If it hadn't been slashed by Lu Changhe just now, would the deity be afraid of you demons and demons?"

"The Feather Venerable is talking so much nonsense?" Ruosheng appeared behind Sannar like a ghost, and the long claws that were nearly a centimeter long were already approaching Sanar's back!

"Even if my injuries worsen today, I will tear you guys to shreds!" Sanar flapped his wings into the air, and Ruochen's long claws were only pierced with an afterimage.

Almost in the next second, Sanar teleported in front of Wushuang and reflexively kicked Wushuang's chest.

"Brother!"

Zeyan was furious, but before he could make a move, Sanar actually appeared in front of him again, and the volley was another kick.

The time of the two attacks before and after will not differ by half a second, and the Yu Clan is already known for its speed, let alone the existence of the level of the Yu Clan Venerable. In terms of speed, I'm afraid that only a prince-level vampire in the whole world can compete with the three vampires of the Yu Clan.

Behind Sanar, Geng Zhiming's cold sword blade just arrived, but Sanar disappeared again, and Geng Zhiming's sword pointed at Ruochen, who also attacked Sanar.

Geng Zhiming hurriedly put away his sword, but he still couldn't avoid colliding with Ruochen.

At the same time, Sanar went to reappear behind the two and landed another heavy kick

Geng Zhiming felt as if his back had been hit head-on by a bull, and the sharp pain quickly spread through his limbs. If it weren't for the fact that his body was now in a strengthened state, this kick would have been enough to break his spine.

On the other side, Wushuang and Zeyan had fallen heavily to the ground, stirring up a puff of dust.

In a breath, the strength and weakness are decided.

Among the four, Ruochen suffered the least impact, and he was the first to slow down, and jumped up again reflexively:

"Blade of the Moon!"

Hundreds of silver daggers turned into spiritual power went straight towards Sanar, quite a silver snake dancing wildly.

Sanar sneered, and his right hand turned into an ice pick, stabbing at Ruochen.

The silver dagger didn't wait to get close to Sanar, and it was easily bounced away by his wings, but Sannar's ice pick was unstoppable, straight to Ruochen's chest!

Ruochen saw that the icicle was getting closer and closer to him, but he calmed down. Although he knew that it was almost impossible for him to survive the full force of the Feather Clan Supreme, he was the race that claimed to be invincible in the flesh after all, so he didn't give it a try... Who knows if it won't?

Just as Ruochen closed his eyes and was about to take this move hard, a heavy blow suddenly came from his shoulder, and he flew out to the side.

Ruochen spun around for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that a figure had blocked in front of him:

"Young Master!!"