"Whew!"

As if the sound of space being torn apart permeated the audience, in the secluded twilight forest, another morning was ushered in, and at the same time, a shocking melee was ushered in.

The Spirit Clansmen had already left the clan territory under the leadership of Xing Yan Song, after all, they were not qualified to participate in this temporary evolution of the melee at all, and even Star Yan Song looked at Feng Jue Yu who was in the center of the melee with a worried face, and rubbed his hands and feet anxiously.

"Boom!" The Wei brothers joined forces to meet the enemy, and took over the Mei combination from the blood clan side by side, once the unique combat talent and nature of the mad clan were released, they were absolutely unstoppable, and both of them used the nine-ring ghost head knife of the second grade of the purple flame, and used the move to open and close, like a thunderstorm and rain, and the end had the momentum of opening the sky and splitting the earth.

In contrast, the exercises of the blood clan are obviously feminine and treacherous, and Mei Shaoyin and Mei Lianye each step on a strange blood pool under their feet, their bodies move with their hearts, their blood moves with their bodies, and when the palm shadow flies, the blood mist of the big canopy is overwhelming.

Under the bombardment and smashing of such a rich bloody martial arts, Wei Shan and Wei Gu were not in a hurry, the two of them danced the ghost head and big knife back to back, and protected themselves with the supreme sword.

On the other side, the three heroes of the Wu clan of the Qi clan, Wacha, Zhai Ji, Bo Yuanbo, Luo Sha, Zhang Man, and Ke Susoul joined the battle group together, completely indistinguishing between the enemy and me, and the opponents who fought were constantly exchanging around Feng Jueyu.

Under such a scuffle, the restless aura of heaven and earth has been greatly affected, and the energy of the sky is like a horse Changhong rolling wantonly in the forest, and the vigorous ancient trees are uprooted, or broken at the waist, or turned into powder, so that it is not chaotic, like a terrifying storm that will destroy the territory of the spirit race in an instant.

And in the center of the storm where many masters are fighting, Feng Jueyu is more like a lonely flat boat, with the possibility of ship destruction and death, the grand plan is big, with martial arts as the respect, the largest fist, Feng Jueyu finally appreciated this unique style.

"Peng!"

A palm slapped out, knocking a knife that didn't know where it came from, Feng Jieyu involuntarily stuck to the ground and retreated a few meters away, feeling the pain of the skin from the palm, and couldn't help but prick his teeth.

"Bastard, are you all deaf? Lao Tzu said that he was willing to help you, what else are you fighting?"

The masters from all ethnic groups were really not weak, and Feng Jueyu hurriedly responded, even if there was no opponent, he was forced to hurry by the raging energy in the forest, and for a while, it was dangerous.

"Terran boy, if you dare to leave with Wu, Wu will naturally not be embarrassed by you. Ussi dodged from the side, and although he was in a negotiating tone, the huge casserole fist slammed into Feng Jueyu's back.

"Damn, did you invite you like this?" Hearing the energy coming from behind, the spirits of the wind feather lowered their heads, and rubbed against their scalps with the aura of dark gray true yuan, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Fuck off. Under the rage, Feng Jueyu's half-squatting body spun violently, and a strong force erupted from his feet, counterattacking the ground and taking advantage of the momentum, and his right hand stretched out and pointed at the old fist wrist that Usy smashed down.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, and there was a low muffled sound, Ussy's arm was heavy and powerful, even if Feng Jueyu hit Ussy's vulnerable place in a clever way, he still felt a strong counterattack, pouring directly into Feng Jueyu's body, the oppressive Liliang twisted his body veins and five inner twisted and turned, suppressed by this force, Feng Jueyu's brows were furrowed fiercely.

Wu Xi's big hand stretched out from the irritable vitality and grabbed his arm, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but change his complexion, but at this moment, a long knife with a thick blood halo suddenly passed through the right side of Feng Jueyu's cheek, and the cold blade stabbed directly into the big hand behind him with a compelling energy, and the hair stood upside down, and Feng Jueyu saw that the master of the knife was Zhang Man of the barbarians.

"Usy, this kid is mine, take away your dirty hands. ”

"Poof!"

The tip of the knife stabbed Ussy's big hand fiercely, as if it were stabbing on a hard fine stone, and when it happened, the ears of the shaking wind feather buzzed for a while.

"Damn, none of these guys have fuel-efficient lamps. Seeing the strength of Zhang Man's knife, and the defensive power of Wu Xi's big hand was amazing, Feng Jueyu's heart sank.

He originally planned to cause a scuffle among the masters of all walks of life, and then he waited for the opportunity to escape, but he didn't think that the strength of these guys was so strong, and each of them was not a good character to deal with, just a few dozen rounds of fighting, he saw that if he was hard to fight, he was definitely not anyone's opponent, even if he could fight with one of them by using the True Explosion, it would be the same to Zuihou or be held by someone, or die directly without a place to be buried.

Only half an hour after the start of the melee, the territory of the Spirit Clan had been destroyed, except for the Ancient Pine of the Dusk Star, which had regained its vitality, all the trees in the radius had turned to powder.

Xing Yansong watched his race be destroyed like this, and his expression was extremely sad, but fortunately, Dusk Star Honka was not destroyed, otherwise he didn't know what to do.

Yi Bingyan was in a hurry to see it outside the battle circle, and wanted to rush up several times because she didn't have extraordinary strength and was forcibly pulled back by Xing Yansong: "What are you doing?

"Patriarch, if it goes on like this, Feng Gongzi will ......" Yi Bingyan said, tears falling from her eyes.

Looking at Yi Bingyan's pitiful appearance of pear blossoms with rain, Xing Yansong shook his head bitterly, how could he not want to relieve the wind and feathers in danger, but he was suffering from the cultivation of not having the power to turn the tide, and he also had to protect Gu Song from being affected, this was the first time that Xing Yansong felt helpless.

Looking at the anxious Yi Bingyan, Xing Yansong closed his eyes slightly, righteousness is like a fight, how to choose is the key, after thinking about it, Xing Yansong finally strengthened his determination and said to Yi Bingyan: "Yi Zi Lingyi, I now order you to take charge of the Dusk Star Spirit Clan until the next patriarch is ......"

Hearing Xing Yansong's decisive order, all the clansmen were stunned, Xing Yansong was in danger of passing on the throne, which meant that he was going to exchange his life for the safety of Feng Jieyu.

"Patriarch. Yi Bingyan was stunned, looked at Xing Yansong, and shouted anxiously: "This can't be." ”

Xing Yansong smiled slightly, his eyes swept over each clansman, and he said reluctantly: "Feng Gongzi and my clan have kindness, the old man can't sit idly by, fortunately, my clan has a secret technique that can help Feng Gongzi get rid of danger, I hope this method can make Feng Gongzi save the day." ”

"Secret art?" The faces of several elders suddenly turned extremely pale.

Each race in the Spirit Clan inheritance has a lot of inherited secret techniques, and these secret techniques are powerful martial arts, among these martial arts, unless they reach the highest realm, they cannot be used, otherwise they will set themselves on fire.

Seeing Xing Yansong's appearance of death as if he was at home, several elders knew what he was thinking, and they had the heart to stop it, thinking of the way Feng Jue Yu had just gone to justice for the spirit clan, and he didn't have the face to open his mouth, who could be blamed for this, if they hadn't listened to Xingwu's slander, they wouldn't have made things worse to this point.

Remorse and shame welled up in their hearts, and several elders knelt on the ground one after another: "Patriarch, it's all our fault, and we will swear to follow the patriarch to help Feng Gongzi get out of trouble." ”

"You ......" Xing Yansong's face was slightly gloomy, but seeing that the three elders sincerely repented, he sighed helplessly: "You guys get up, you can't be blamed for this matter, I'm leaving, the Dusk Star Spirit Clan still needs someone to take care of you, don't worry about Dusk Star Gunsong, now that Gunsong has recovered, they don't dare to do anything to Dusk Star Gunsong, listen to the old man's order, take people out of here, and find more clansmen to come back later." ”

Twilight Star Ancients represents the hope of the survival of the entire Spirit Clan, even if it is left somewhere and ignored, the people of the Twelve Imperial Clans will not dare to destroy it casually when they see it, this is a rule that has been passed down for more than two thousand years, otherwise, whoever moves the Twilight Star Ancientson will be equivalent to declaring war on the entire Spirit Clan.

Therefore, Star Runsong is not worried at all about what they will do to Duskstar Honka after the people are gone.

Seeing that Xing Yansong began to bombard, Yi Bingyan wanted to say more, but was stopped by the former: "I have made up my mind, you ...... Let's go. ”

"Patriarch ......"

When the clansmen of the Spirit Clan knelt down together, Xing Yansong had already taken off his outer robe to reveal the lean short placket inside, his hands were raised slightly, and a vigorous True Yuan slowly lit up on his body, this is a secret technique that needs to burn the True Yuan, release all the vitality in the body, it will burst out with great power, and when the time comes, Xing Yansong will have the strength that is not weaker than the masters of all races.

But later, when the vitality is completely burned, there is only one dead end for Star Runsong.

This is the way back, in order to repay Feng Jue Yu's kindness to the Spirit Clan, Xing Yansong chose to exchange one life for another.

At this time, Feng Jueyu also saw the star leap pine that lit up with a green light not far away, and when his divine sense swept out, he was shocked to find that the star leap pine was brewing an extremely powerful martial art, what was he going to do?

Almost without thinking about it, Feng Jueyu expected what Xing Yansong was going to do, and in a big shock, Feng Jueyu desperately ran towards Xing Yansong, he didn't want to owe this kind of favor, you know, there is no way to repay the favor of the dead.

Just at this critical moment, before Feng Jueyu had broken out of the battle circle and Star Runsong had not sacrificed the secret technique, at this moment, a gray shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

The gray shadow appeared very abruptly, without the slightest sign before coming, but its appearance made the entire battle circle stagnate, and all the masters looked up at the sky, only to see that there, a small mountain actually fell from the sky.

"It's the Stone Clan. ”

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