Chu Feng's figure fell rapidly, and Xiang Yan was unscrupulous.

Yandu Wuji's expression was slightly mocking, looking at the figures below who were fighting with each other and trying to get closer to this side.

They either want to stop themselves from snatching the switch jade, or they want to snatch the switch jade with themselves, but they won't succeed.

How can so many people with irreconcilable contradictions so easily let go of their doubts and suspicions and join forces to deal with themselves?

The only thing he was worried about was Kunpeng, who was also entangled by the Netherworld, and here, there was no one to stop him.

Yandu Wuji laughed a few times, quite emotional.

Yandu Wuji raised his head, looked at the figure that fell from mid-air, stretched out his right hand, and the black flames rose in his palm, dazzling.

Everything is about to be in your own hands.

The corners of Yandu Wuji's mouth hooked an arc, and then his expression changed suddenly.

Yandu Wuji wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Behind Chu Feng, the wind and thunder wings suddenly opened, and the extreme speed of the wind and thunder wings took advantage of the downward trend, and suddenly a surging two qi had surged.

Chu Feng clenched Kun Wu in his hand, the blood qi and death qi and the sword swirled, and the second qi that slowly spread out in the sky also followed the impact, like an eagle falcon, rushing towards his prey.

Chu Feng's eyes were also as sharp as a falcon.

Yandu Wuji's eyes were also full of coldness, he almost forgot the guy who was killed by Chu Feng just now...... He has never been a good person, and if he dies, of course he will let Chu Feng send him over.

But Chu Feng had only experienced such a big battle, even if he could barely support it for a while, how could he support a long battle?

Yandu Wuji's palms spread out, and the Soul Devouring Yin Fire rose violently, hovering in front of Yandu Wuji's body as the last protection, and it was also the first attack.

"Poof—"

The ink-colored flame shattered like a piece of tissue paper under the two qi Kunwu, Chu Feng's figure broke through the pitch-black flame, and the Kunwu sword was directly inserted into Yandu Wuji's chest, and ran out from Yandu Wuji's back.

Yandu Wuji had been waiting for this moment for too long, and he also took advantage of the situation to grab the Kunwu sword that pierced his chest, allowing Kunwu's sharp blade to cut his fingers, and blood was dripping.

The Soul Devouring Yin Fire enveloped Kun Wu again, and the pitch-black flames immediately engulfed the two qi above the sword blade, and the intimate Soul Devouring Yin Fire jumped unhurriedly, and also resisted the two qi that rolled up like a tsunami.

"How long can you hold on?" Yan Du Wuji looked at Chu Feng as if he was provocative, and asked softly.

Chu Feng coughed continuously, and blood continued to drip out from all parts of his body.

Of course, Yan Du Wuji was not mistaken, Chu Feng's injuries were a little beyond imagination, and the offensive he barely launched against Yan Du Wuji could not last long, so he had to settle the battle between a few moves.

"Do you still have the ability to trigger the rules of heaven and earth again?" Yan Du Wuji looked at Chu Feng and said with disdain.

The energy required to trigger the rules of heaven and earth is not at all what the current Chu Feng can afford, so Yan Du Wuji is a little fearless, and he is not afraid at all that is the rule of heaven and earth that is simply the rule of heaven and earth for all monk killers.

Chu Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood again, and then looked at Yan Du Wuji, gasping for breath, and said very seriously: "The demon lord senior said that you ...... Rigid and inflexible, the same method is always used over and over again, and it seems that this is the case. ”

Yandu Wuji sneered a few times and said, "So what? Evaluate whether a method is good or bad, and look at its effect...... If it doesn't work, why should I use it repeatedly?"

The Soul Devouring Yin Fire danced on the Kunwu Sword, becoming brighter and brighter, as if it had been infused with great energy.

This Soul Devouring Yin Fire spread along the Kunwu Sword, and the two qi on the sword were suppressed by the Soul Devouring Yin Fire, becoming weaker and weaker, even if there was a steady stream of two qi from Chu Feng's back injecting into it, it couldn't resist the erosion of the Soul Devouring Yin Fire at all.

Chu Feng's expression still did not change in the slightest, and he calmly watched as the soul-devouring yin fire spread towards him little by little, as if everything was still under his control.

"Do you still want to simulate the Soul Devouring Yin Fire?" Yan Du Wuji's hand holding the Kunwu Sword violently exerted force, pulling the Kunwu Sword out of his chest inch by inch, "You don't even have the ability to launch more attacks now, where do you have the ability to simulate the Soul Devouring Yin Fire?"

Of course, the stalemate between Yandu Wuji and Chu Feng was not to talk nonsense, he just wanted to see if Chu Feng had the ability to launch the next offensive.

The severity of Chu Feng's injuries could be seen by anyone, but it was difficult to predict how much strength he still had.

Therefore, Yandu Wuji gave Chu Feng this opportunity, gave Chu Feng this opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity, and did not launch a counterattack at the first time.

But in the end, he found himself a little disappointed, because Chu Feng seemed to have only brought this blow, and he had no more attacks...... Is it?

Yan Du Wuji's expression was slightly cold, looking at Chu Feng, thinking that he had just taken advantage of the fall, the sword that came out with his own strength, caught him off guard at all, he really didn't have any more offensives, or was his offensive hidden in his powerlessness, waiting to break out all the time?

Yandu Wuji hated this feeling a little, which made him feel as if he had returned to the past when he fought with Yixin Changshu, he would never know what Yixin Changshu was thinking, and he would never predict what Yixin Changshu would do next, and he was suspicious of Yixin Changshu's various methods, and he couldn't be sure what was the right thing to do.

Is the current situation also the instruction of Yixin Changshu?

Yandu Wuji frowned a little annoyed, and then he decided to let go of this boring speculation in his heart, just like in the past, he wanted to use the most savage and brutal way to completely shatter all the intrigues.

Yandu Wuji clenched Kunwu with his left hand, preventing Chu Feng from regaining this sword, and at the same time, his entire right arm continued to make a burst of "crackling" sounds, each of his muscles was frantically agitated, and every meridian twitched rapidly, gathering all his strength on his right arm.

The black flames tightly wrapped around Hikoto Wuji's arm, and the flames became more and more dazzling, more and more substantial, as if they had begun to solidify into entities.

"Boom!"

Yandu Wuji's right arm, which had been stored for a long time, suddenly came out, drawing a pitch-black phantom between him and Chu Feng, accompanied by a dull "poof" sound, Yandu Wuji's right arm also slammed into Chu Feng's left chest, and Yandu Wuji took a step forward at the same time, so that his arm could completely break into Chu Feng's chest.

Yandu Wuji's right wrist rotated, as if he was picking something out, tearing the broken chest on Chu Feng's left chest even wider, and finally even the entire right arm passed through Chu Feng's chest, and his own shoulder also pressed against Chu Feng's chest.

Chu Feng was forcibly co-opted by Yandu Wuji, and the sound of his chest hitting Yandu Wuji's shoulder was extremely crisp, and Chu Feng's chest, which had been heavily injured by Yandu Wuji, was directly shattered by this violent impact, and countless flesh and blood were shattered.

Chu Feng's entire left chest was completely turned into a hole, and the exposed hole was filled with black soul-devouring yin fire, constantly scorching Chu Feng's flesh and blood, and at the same time penetrating into Chu Feng's flesh and blood.

Chu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body bowed behind him because it was difficult to withstand such an impact, and the huge force made him fly backwards, but Yandu Wuji was not willing to give Chu Feng this opportunity to distance himself a little at all.

Yandu Wuji's left hand clenched Kungo, and he pulled Kungo in front of him suddenly, not caring at all that Kungo would penetrate his chest again.

That kind of injury is nothing, it's just a small insignificant injury!

Yandu Wuji pulled Kun Wu very fast, and with his pull, the Kun Wu sword was inserted into his chest again, and Chu Feng's right side of his body was also leaned forward, making Chu Feng's left half of his body pull back more open because of the force gap between the two ends, as if Chu Feng was sideways.

Yan Du Wuji's right hand has passed a certain angle because of Chu Feng's body at this time, and only the palm is still in Chu Feng's left chest, Chu Feng's body is so sideways, it is naturally more convenient for Yan Du Wuji to attack, Yan Du Wuji no longer has any hesitation, and slid his hand towards Chu Feng's shoulder, directly rushing away Chu Feng's shoulder blade, and then backhand clasped Chu Feng's shoulder flesh, tearing Chu Feng's entire left arm straight down, blood splashed, bone stubble, terrifying.

Even the corners of Chu Feng's mouth finally couldn't help twitching for a moment.

"Dad!" Chu Linglong's eyes suddenly turned red, and she wanted to support Chu Feng, but how could Ling Hongluo, who was in a frenzy head-on, let her go, instead, taking advantage of Chu Linglong's distraction at this moment, the pale flames suddenly hit Chu Linglong, causing Chu Linglong to stagger back, and blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

"Xiaofeng!" Liu Yu also changed color slightly, but in the face of Yan Qingyu, she didn't dare to have the slightest distraction, and no one could say what would happen if she was the slightest distraction.

Liu Yu bit his lower lip fiercely, looked at Yan Qingyu, who was constantly attacking head-on, and finally made up his mind.

The Water Moon Sword began to "hum" and tremble, and waves of light flowed above the Water Moon, like flowing water under the moon, which was very quiet.

"Little fish, you ......" Da Mingzun was slightly stunned, "You will die...... No, never, by no means ......"

Liu Yu smiled slightly, his eyes lowered slightly, his long eyelashes fluttered, and he said softly: "I once had a dream. ”

In the dream, many of her classmates died, and she lost everything, her parents, her relatives, her everything, all of them.

When I woke up from the dream, it was already hundreds of years later.

But she still remembered the dream, watching them die one by one, and the pain she couldn't do anything about it, which was even more uncomfortable and painful than her own death.

Liu Yu didn't want to experience that pain a second time.

Even in a dream, she wouldn't accept it again.

Liu Yu clenched the water moon in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.