"Something is wrong with this kid, help. The faces of the two people watching the play on the side were complicated, and the person on the left urged them to do it together.

"Good. ”

The figures of the two flashed, and they appeared in front of Shen Xianxun like ghosts.

Shen Xianxun raised his sword and wanted to slash it, but was slapped by two masked people in the late stage of martial arts.

Right in the chest, Shen Xianxun dragged his toes on the ground and grinded out two shallow grooves.

The palm power of the two martial spirits in the late stage subsided, and Shen Xianxun stood firm.

"Hey!" the sound of a knife swinging behind him.

Shen Xianxun backhanded the Qinggang sword behind his back.

Clang!

Two knives collided with the sword.

His footsteps sank, but he didn't move.

The two of them put away their knives and slashed again, Shen Xianxun was on tiptoe, and a backflip dodged.

The blade slashed two strands of green silk.

Shen Xianxun landed smoothly, the green steel sword waved the sword flower, and the two did not dare to act rashly, and confronted him on the spot with their knives.

The martial spirit on the left pulled up the martial spirit who was slashed by him in the late stage.

The man clutched his chest and clicked on a few acupuncture points.

The bleeding from the chest wound slowed down, and soon the blood stopped.

"You can't beat him," he said, looking at the late martial spirit on the right, "Let's two come." ”

"Good!"

The figures of the two flashed, and they appeared in front of Shen Xianxun like ghosts.

The man on the left snatched the masked man's big sword in the middle of the martial spirit and jumped up and slashed down.

The one on the right raised his hand and slapped it with a palm, and a faint flame burst out of his palm.

This palm used the exercise to urge.

Shen Xianxun raised his sword to block the sword slash on the right, and raised his left hand to palm the person on the left.

Not a step back.

"Huh?" the two of them looked incredulous.

Blocked?

Blocked the attack of the two martial spirits in the late stage.

The three of them froze, and the two masked men had fierce eyes and increased their strength.

Shen Xianxun struggled to resist.

The green tendons on his hands burst out, the beads of sweat on his forehead slid down, the wounds on his body were wet with sweat, and the wounds that had not healed were cracked again, and he was spicy with sweat.

The two of them slowly advanced step by step, and Shen Xianxun slowly rubbed back with his legs dragging the ground.

After retreating a distance of about a meter, the two masked men in the late stage of the martial spirit stretched out one hand and slapped Shen Xianxun's chest in unison.

Shen Xianxun used his two hands to block the other hand of the two, and he couldn't parry it empty, watching the two attack and fall.

There was a muffled sound.

rustle,

Shen Xianxun was slapped away, and the soles of his feet slid on the ground.

He leaned forward suddenly, the green steel sword was inserted into the ground, and he knelt on one knee, finally unloading his strength and stopping retreating.

The blood in his chest was surging, and he finally suppressed the thought of vomiting blood.

On the other hand, the other two closed their palms, moved lightly, and made a simple pranayama.

On the other side, Chen Hao and the others didn't see Shen Xianxun's posture of blocking and attacking, and when they turned their heads, they just glanced at it, and saw Shen Xianxun holding a sword, the tip of the sword sank into the ground for three points, kneeling on one knee, sweating profusely.

"Old Shen!" Chen Hao shouted anxiously.

The opponent attacked again, and there was no time to care, so he had to see the move.

Shen Xianxun's expression was warm and angry, and he looked coldly at the two masked people in the late stage of martial arts.

"No matter," he was beaten for a while, got up and pulled out the green steel sword, pinched out the sword finger in his left hand, and was about to recite the mantra of the Tiangang mantra.

The two masked men in the late stage of the martial spirit glanced at each other, ready to go up to make up for Shen Xianxun.

Suddenly, a gust of wind howled.

Whew!

Seven or eight wind blades blew towards a few of them.

Shen Xianxun swung his sword and slashed away the wind blade.

The two masked men in the late stage of the martial arts raised their palms to take the wind blade.

The remaining wind blades hit the remaining few people, and they didn't dare to hold them up, so they jumped out of the way.

The ground was blown out by the wind blade and several shallow craters, and dust was flying.

Everyone present had to stop the fight and look in unison in the direction where the wind blade was blowing.

Step, step, step.

Several sturdy green wind wolves emerged from the bushes on the side.

The leader was the size of two green wind wolves, with a ring of cyan hair on its neck and horns the size of a thumb.

A faint cyan spiritual power flowed from the wolf's mouth, which slowly dissipated in the air.

"Green ...... Qingfeng Wolf King!" The black-clothed man in the late stage of Martial Spirit was shocked, "This shouldn't be the lair of the Qingfeng Wolf King!"

The Qingfeng Wolf King who cultivated in the Great Perfection of Martial Spirits was followed by eight or nine Qingfeng wolves ranging from the middle to the early stage of the Martial Spirit.

"The three of you come here," the masked man in the late stage of the martial spirit called out to the early stage of the three martial spirits who dealt with Chen Hao and them, "Kill this kid together, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time." ”

"Okay!" The three martial spirits left Chen Hao and the others at the beginning of the period and jumped down to join the battle.

The Qingfeng Wolf King showed a humanized look in his eyes, stared at Shen Xianxun and the eight masked men, and then sat down.

With a whine, the Qingfeng Wolf behind him obeyed the order of the wolf king and rushed over with four legs.

"Go back and find someone to help!" Shen Xianxun turned his head and told Chen Hao and the three of them to leave quickly.

"But......" Chen Hao hesitated, "What should you do if we leave!"

"You guys go first, I'm fine. After speaking, Shen Xianxun was engrossed in guarding against the masked man and the Qingfeng wolf rushing to the side.

The masked man is ready to move.

"Hey!" Chen Hao sighed, and the three of them sped up and ran in the direction of the plain.

"Finally gone!" Shen Xian glanced at it, and Chen Hao and the three of them had already lost sight and ran out.

"You guys go and stop these brutes, and Lao Huang and I will kill the target. The two martial spirits quickly gave an order in the later stage, and he was worried that Shen Xianxun would take advantage of the chaos to escape.

"Yes," the six masked men rushed towards the Qingfeng wolf pack, and the means were exhausted, and the six people beat the nine demon beasts without falling behind.

"Stop playing, go with all your might. Martial Ling, who was called Lao Huang, reminded the people around him in the later stage, "This Qingfeng Wolf King is the Great Perfection of Martial Spirit, we can't beat him, if he participates in it, he will be in trouble." ”

"Yes. "The other one snorted coldly, I don't need you to remind me, I know.

The Blue Wind Wolf King is the top of the tasks that the outer gate can do, and at the same time the most dangerous.

The demon beast of the Great Perfection of the Martial Spirit can be compared to the initial realm of ordinary martial artists of human beings.

"Fire Palm!" Lao Huang ran to Shen Xianxun's body, and a fire snake erupted from his palm.

The blazing air waves almost set the vegetation on the ground.

"Big Knife Slash!" The spiritual power in the other person's hand spit out wildly, covering the big knife, and the blade derived a spiritual power blade, looking from a distance, it seemed that the big knife was covered with a layer of glass.

"Hold the yuan and keep one, and the sword and spirit are one. Shen Xianxun put the green steel sword behind his back, pinched out his sword fingers, and chuckled, "God!

Airplanes!!

The three words spit lightly, and Shen Xianxun's whole person's momentum skyrocketed instantly, and the aura of the late stage of the martial spirit burst out, instantly drowning the momentum of the other two late stage of the martial spirit.

Four crystal clear Han swords hovered erect beside him, spinning rapidly.

Boom! Lao Huang's flames were blown away by the Tiangang Curse, and the flames were bounced away before they could touch the Tiangang Curse.

Peng!

The other big knife slashed at the Tiangang spell and sharpened the sparks of gold and stone, and insisted on two breaths, and the bell broke in half at once.

The two were forced to retreat, their eyes widened, and they were all in disbelief,