Looking at Wu Ming with desperate eyes below, Song Qing's smile became more and more cruel, he seemed to be able to hear the wonderful scream, it was really intoxicating.

"Blood Eagle!" Zhao Tianhua, who had no way to be restrained, looked cold, and then the secret seal knotted. Suddenly, a blood sculpture with a body length of two feet and a blood-colored mist wrapped around it appeared behind Zhao Tianhua. Its claws are dark purple and glow with a faint glow. It has a huge beak, as cold and hard as pig iron, and as sharp as a giant axe. And the air flow generated by the wave of its huge dark red wings actually caused a burst of flying sand and rocks, and the momentum was quite extraordinary.

"Go!" Zhao Tianhua commanded the blood eagle to cooperate with him to rescue Wu Ming who was in danger. I saw that the wings of the huge blood eagle shook, stretched out, and covered the sky and the sun, and it was actually four feet long!

It let out a sharp hiss, and a stream of scarlet qi swept towards Song Qing. Judging by its might, it is not much weaker than Wu Ming!

"Contract Heavenly Beast, Black Cloud Tiger, come out and meet your old friend!" Song Qing sneered, and also summoned his contract Heavenly Beast out.

As soon as Song Qing's voice fell, a black light burst out from Song Qing's body, condensing into a dark giant tiger with a body length of four feet. The tiger was covered in black moire, and under its huge head, two seven-inch-long fangs dripped a few disgusting stinking salivations.

Its tiger eyes coldly looked at the blood sculpture that rose into the sky, raised its thick front paws like an ancient tree, and burst out a black light that was indistinguishable from the black stone tiger before, devouring all the scarlet qi.

The two touched, emitting a tooth-aching shriek.

In a few moments, the scarlet qi was corroded into wisps of reddish-brown green smoke by the strange black light. Seeing this, a trace of humanized mockery flashed in the eyes of the black cloud tiger, it roared, and the tiger's paw slapped the ground angrily, making a roar like thunder, staring at the blood sculpture in mid-air so coldly and faintly.

The blood eagle shook its wings and hovered in the air, and its blood-red eyes were as fierce as spars, not to be outdone, and looked at the black cloud tiger viciously.

Feeling that his majesty was being despised, the black cloud tiger shook the sky and roared into the mountains and forests. Its tiger body swooped forward, as fast as thunder, and its dark tiger claws were wrapped in a fierce wind, stabbing at the unruly blood eagle in mid-air.

Although the Blood Eagle has the advantage of air supremacy, its strength is slightly lacking. Therefore, it did not choose to fight head-to-hand, but gave full play to its own flying advantages, and fought with the Black Cloud Tiger, which was a great guerrilla battle.

As the old opponent of the blood eagle, the Black Cloud Tiger knew the difficulty of the blood eagle, but it couldn't fly, so it could only use the black light plus its own physical strength and consumption that far exceeded the blood eagle, and it was evenly matched for a while, and the battle situation was anxious.

On the other hand, Song Qing, he didn't have the blood sculpture to stop him at the moment, and only Zhao Tianhua was left with the only thorn in his eye. He knew that Zhao Tianhua would not let him kill Wu Ming easily, but he would never let go of this excellent opportunity to break through. Therefore, he looked at Zhao Tianhua, who was chilling, and Wu Ming, who was dying and struggling, and had a calculation in his heart.

Song Qing's thin left hand was raised, and a low muffled voice continued in his mouth: "Corrosive poisonous mist!"

In an instant, a fishy and pungent gray-black mist emanated from the palm of his left hand and floated towards Zhao Tianhua. Zhao Tianhua's face remained unchanged, he held the Ice Spirit Sword, and a murderous aura erupted. His toes slammed into the ground angrily, and streams of pure spiritual power frantically poured into the Ice Spirit Sword. Suddenly, the cold light of the faint blue Ice Spirit Sword flickered, and a low groan sounded as if it was when the frost fell into the cold stream: "Frost Yin - Break!"

Zhao Tianhua's face was solemn, and his slender fingers slid from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and then swung it out heavily. I saw a three-zhang long Yin Sword Qi full of ferocity roaring out, like lightning, and half a breath of effort slashed at the gray-black mist that drifted down the wind.

Crackle! This violent Yin Sword Qi instantly froze the gray-black mist that drifted from it into a piece of ice crystal. These ice crystals were unable to follow up with external force, and they shattered into countless crystal powders and scattered all over the ground.

But at this time, Song Qing had already used this short buffer gap to perform a cruel killing move on Wu Ming.

Origin Heavenly Arts: Spirit of Sacrifice!

I saw that while Song Qing's seal was running, an illusory black light cluster slowly floated towards Wu Ming.

Zhao Tianhua knew that something was wrong, and it was too late to make a difference, so he had to shout anxiously: "Second child be careful!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Ming hurriedly stopped expelling the black light in his body, and mobilized all his spiritual power to protect his body, in a vain attempt to resist this blow.

But apparently he underestimated the power of Song Qing's sacrificial spirit. He had already consumed a lot of spiritual power to fight against that black anomaly, and now the spiritual power that he could mobilize was the only thing left. Even in his heyday, he still had to suffer a lot, let alone talk about this situation.

The spirit of sacrifice easily broke through Wu Ming's aura defense, and it was like entering a no-man's land. After this black light cluster entered Wu Ming's body, it quickly merged with the remaining black light, and the light suddenly became even stronger. Without the slightest hesitation, it immediately invaded Wu Ming's spiritual platform. Wu Ming's face suddenly showed pain, but there was nothing he could do.

Not long after, after the dove successfully occupied the magpie's nest, the sacrificial spirit unscrupulously sucked the unsupported Ancestral Origin Pearl in the Zongyuan Cyclone. Wu Ming's face was pale, cold sweat fell like rain on his forehead, and his green tendons jumped like a dragon. He could deeply feel the rapid loss of the ancestral power in his body, and this feeling made him extremely painful. He knew that even if he didn't die today, he was afraid that his future would be confused along the way to cultivation.

Zhao Tianhua's eyes were split, and in a fit of rage, another yin sword qi descended on Song Qing's body.

Song Qing released the spirit of sacrifice, and the aura in his body was gradually exhausted. At this moment, his face was a little pale, and he knew that this was the consequence of his desperate efforts to kill Wu Ming.

Although he was a ninth-level Heavenly Master, he would never take either of these two people into his eyes when he fought alone. But after all, the other party is two Heavenly Masters who are not huge behind him, and he can inflict heavy losses on one enemy and two people, which is already a remarkable result.

Having said that, it was impossible for Song Qing to sit still and be defenseless to withstand Zhao Tianhua's furious blow. He just sneered and patted his chest.

Skeleton Armor!

The next moment, a heavy armor as black as ink, carved with hideous skulls, covered him. At this time, that sinister sword qi had already slashed at the skeletal battle armor that had emerged.

Although the whistling sword qi was menacing, it only left a shallow white mark on the skeleton battle armor. Seeing this, Song Qing also breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Zhao Tianhua with a playful smile.

This skeleton armor is a second-grade high-grade spiritual weapon, and it is reasonable to have such a defense.

Compared with Song Qing, Zhao Tianhua's face was already as condensed as water. He never thought that the yin sword qi wielded by the second-grade intermediate spirit weapon Ice Spirit Sword would be easily blocked by Song Qing's skeletal battle armor. Could it be that the skeleton armor is a second-level high-level spiritual weapon? No wonder he would rather smash my fatal blow than severely damage the second child, it turns out that there are other means. Today's events, I am blind and arrogant, but I have hurt these brothers.

Zhao Tianhua's eyes flickered, and his heart was full of remorse. But at this moment, he had no way out, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

"Master, if you surrender to me today, the apprentice will let go of your good brother Wu Ming. If not, his death today was caused by you!" Song Qing knew what Zhao Tianhua was thinking, so he was so fearless.

Hearing this, Zhao Tianhua looked at Wu Ming, whose breath was gradually declining, and looked around, looking at the brothers who were fighting hard, he suddenly felt bitter. Had he had not seriously injured this obedient apprentice that year, but had spoken to him with kind words, and had he thought twice yesterday and chose to continue to lie down and taste his courage, would all this have been avoided?

Looking at Zhao Tianhua, whose eyes were flickering and his heart was at war with heaven and man, Song Qing, who was in his hands on the victory, smiled calmly. Wu Ming was already half-disabled, but there was nothing to worry about. It's just that this incompetent master......

At this time, the Heavenly Master Battle Circle fell into a temporary calm. But when this brief lull is broken, it's the day when Nader reshuffles.

On the other side, although Ye Chenfeng, who was tired of running for his life, narrowly avoided the attack of the golden sand, it was difficult to find a gap in the counterattack. Fortunately, this situation slowed down after a few minutes, and Ye Chenfeng knew that this was a sign that the increase in the duration of Song Zhiming's Origin Heavenly Technique was nearing the end. And this is a good time for Ye Chenfeng to fight back!

Ye Chenfeng's seal method was knotted, and he quickly used his last resort.

Origin Heavenly Technique: Jiaolong Yin!

In an instant, a dragon roar that seemed to come from the barbarian era came out of Ye Chenfeng's body. Song Zhiming only felt that his ears were constantly ringing, his mind was blank, and all his offensive rhythms were forcibly interrupted. This kind of weird celestial technique really caught Song Qing off guard, but fortunately, this negative impact receded like a tide in an instant. Song Zhiming exhaled heavily, like a drowning man who had just been salvaged ashore.

His back was wet with cold sweat, but it didn't matter, and there was no injury on his body. However, he deeply felt that his soul power had been traumatized a lot, which directly caused his spiritual power to become completely compromised.

Ye Chenfeng had no intention of defeating Song Zhiming with Jiaolong Yin alone, but now he was quite satisfied with being able to achieve such an effect, after all, his Origin Heavenly Technique could not be fully exerted due to his own strength. He didn't hesitate, grabbed Song Zhiming's short mental stagnation gap, and slapped Song Zhiming who was a little caught off guard with the help of the power of the Explosive Blood Pattern Tiger.

Song Zhiming had not completely recovered from the state of Weidun, and at this time, in the face of Ye Chenfeng's sharp palm, Song Zhiming had to use his spiritual power to cover his strong arms in a hurry. He crossed his arms to protect the vital point, and moved his right foot back to avoid part of the palm's attack.

Poof! Ye Chenfeng, who was blessed by external forces, finally hit Song Zhiming hard, only to see the blood gushing out of Song Zhiming's mouth, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Although it was with the help of the power of the Flame Blood-Patterned Tiger that he was able to defeat Song Zhiming, Ye Chenfeng was still a little happy. After all, he is only a fifth-level celestial, and being able to defeat a ninth-level celestial priest can also show his goodness to a certain extent.

However, before Ye Chenfeng could be happy, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the place where Zhao Tianhua was under the reminder of the Explosive Blood Pattern Tiger. Song Qing, who was opposite Zhao Tianhua, didn't know when he raised his fingers, and the dark tentacles wrapped him several times.

Dark Touch!