However, Yi Tong still did not panic.

He knew his mission was accomplished.

Although there is still a distance from the snow shame, being able to kill an enemy general in an instant from the army can barely change the opinion of the people of the Great Wilderness towards him.

What's more, Yi Tong is not alone.

There are still many disciples of Heng Zongdao behind him.

As the person whose status is second only to Qiao Huaixi in Hengzong Dao, protecting Yi Tong's safety is naturally what every Hengzong Dao disciple should do.

Seeing that Yi Tong was in trouble, these disciples immediately broke away from the main army and moved closer in the direction where he was.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and when Yi Tong was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred.

Those Heng Zongdao disciples who rushed towards Yi Tong actually fell down one by one, their expressions were very painful, blood gushed out from the seven orifices, and after falling to the ground, they struggled for a moment before they died completely.

Yi Tong was dumbfounded.

What a terrible lethality it is.

The point is, who is the murderer?

Yi Tong only felt the murderous aura, but did not catch the shadow of the murderer.

He had already guessed in his heart who it was.

To be able to have so many Hengzong Dao disciples in a short period of time, only one person among the barbarians could do it.

Wind and Stream!

The young master of the Demon Sect, the representative of the Demon Sect in the world.

But where is he?

Yi Tong looked around as he ran, while holding a rune in each of his hands.

As long as he saw the shadow of Feng Jianche, he would not hesitate to throw out the runes.

But Feng Jian Che is really like a gust of wind, and there is no shadow at all.

Yi Tong was a little panicked.

There is something terrible about the enemies that are not traced.

Suddenly, Yi Tong felt a murderous aura coming from behind, and he threw the rune in his hand out without having time to think about it.

The result was thrown empty.

"Hit the mark!"

Yi Tong yelled in his heart, it was too late to react.

A leg rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Yi Tong gave up resistance.

And he couldn't resist.

The only thing that can be done is to accept death calmly.

When this leg was about to kick Yi Tong's head, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck this leg impartially.

The owner of the leg immediately retreated.

There was a round pit on the ground with a diameter of more than a meter and a depth of more than half a meter, and a small amount of green smoke was still emitting.

Yi Tong vomited blood and flew out.

That thunder wasn't actually meant to be on him, at least the intention of the person who cast this thunder was not to save Yi Tong, but just to stop Feng Jian Che.

So Yi Tong was also affected by the thunder.

Yi Tong, who was at the end of the crossbow, could still withstand such a ripple, vomiting blood on the spot and flying backwards, and there was no movement for half a day after falling to the ground, as if he was dead.

The disciples of Heng Zongdao hurriedly ran over and carefully inspected it before they breathed a sigh of relief.

Not dead, just fainted.

On the other side, the situation of Feng Jian Che, who was forced back by thunder, was not good.

The left leg that he attacked Yi Tong just now was struck by thunder, and it was numb and painful at the moment, and he could barely touch the ground, resulting in him currently being able to land on only one foot, and his body shape was affected, and he swayed a little.

However, Feng Jian Che could not stop, because the thunder continued.

This thunder is also very interesting, its purpose is extremely clear, that is, the wind and the stream.

Everything on the battlefield has nothing to do with this thunder, or the person who casts this thunder does not care about the life or death of others.

In his eyes, there is only the wind and the stream.

Feng Jian Che looked into the distance.

There's a dirt bag there.

On the dirt bag stood a man in a Taoist robe, carrying a sword on his back.

Feng Jian's pupils contracted rapidly.

Sure enough, it was him.

Zhiyue views the representative of the world, Wu You.

Only he would be so proud that he would disdain to attack other barbarian warriors.

Feng Jian Che closed his eyes and exhaled, and then ran wildly again.

The thunder also appeared again, chasing the wind and bite.

At the same time, the cavalry that rushed to attack the gods had also broken through the defensive line of the Chu State.

In front of them at this moment, it can be said that they are basically defenseless.

The Giant Gate Priest Feng Xie also stepped out of his own steps.

It's time for him to play.

The strength of the Wind Evil Priest is not outstanding among the six priests of the Temple, only a little stronger than the Kaiyang Priest Liumu, and it cannot be compared with the Broken Army Priest and the Seven Killing Priests, even the Lian Zhen Priest who is not very good at fighting Wind Evil may not be able to fight.

Wind Evil was able to secure the position of the priest of the giant gate, thanks to his ability to lick.

This is a path that is completely "licked" out.

Coaxed Ziwei to be happy, and the position of the priest of the giant gate was naturally very secure.

But as the new generation of priests in the temple grew rapidly, the wind evil also felt extremely strong pressure.

So he has to do something to strengthen his current position.

This war is the best stage.

If he can defeat Feng Jian Che, then his position will be unshakable, and he can even improve his position by two places, and it is not impossible to surpass Xie Yi, the priest of the broken army!

As for the status of the Seven Killings Priest Chu Weirui, Feng Xie didn't think of challenging it.

That is a strange person, by killing his own master, he even got the approval of Ziwei Venerable, such a person is not something he can challenge.

A cool breeze blew, bringing the wind evil's thoughts back on track, looking at the murderous wind stream, the wind evil's heart suddenly drummed a little again.

Can you beat it?

That's the young master of the Demon Sect, his strength is on par with Chu Weirui, or even stronger.

"Fight!" Wind Evil cheered himself up and took out his weapon.

A staff!

Then he pointed to Feng Jian Che.

A stream of green light burst out from the top of the staff, forming a ribbon in the air and finally falling on Feng Jian Che's body.

Huaguang turned into silk satin and tied Feng Jian Che firmly.

Immediately after that, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, smashing the wind stream into a solid knot.

Wind Evil's face was happy.

I didn't expect it to be so simple.

This thunder came at a good time!

After the aftermath of the thunder dissipated, the wind demon saw the wind stream on his knees.

The young master of the Demon Sect was defeated by himself!

Wind Evil's hands trembling a little as he held the staff excitedly.

In a mood, he made a decision, that is, to go up and mend the knife.

You must end Feng Jian Che with your own hands in order to firmly grasp this credit in your hands.

Presumably, the person who performed the thunder should not take this credit from himself.

Feng Xie jumped down and walked quickly in front of Feng Jian Che.

Feng Jian Che knelt on one knee, hanging his head and couldn't see his expression, but under him, there was a large patch of blood.

Wind Demon raised his staff, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Wind Stream.

At this moment, Feng Jian Che suddenly raised his head.

The Wind Evil couldn't move in an instant.

He felt himself being watched by a beast, and the murderous aura turned into a tangible substance that enveloped him, and he struggled to escape.

Finished!

At this time, the last thought in Feng Xie's mind, and then, like Yi Tong before, closed his eyes and waited for death.

If time could be reversed, he would never leave his steps.

No matter how great the credit is, it is the first thing to live.

It's a pity that the wind demon can no longer enjoy the pleasure of power.