Wen Yiming's eyes were pupilless and empty at the moment, his eyebrows were sneering, and there were faint signs of tearing apart, and the dragon soul hiding in the depression of the stone wall in front of him was completely unfamiliar in his eyes, and the word 'kill' in his mind was so red that it seemed to turn into substantial blood.

Before the cavalry charged, the rain of arrows in the sky was overwhelming, like locusts covering the sky, the light suddenly dimmed, Ling Wen stopped violently and turned around, the shadow of the gun was flying, and the limbs were popping, and the forging body cultivation of the first layer of Wuzong made many arrows unable to enter the flesh at all, but under the cover of the rain of arrows in the sky, the arrows were still densely hit, and they only entered the flesh by half an inch.

In addition to the place protected by the head and the Xuanwu inner armor, Wen Yiming looked like a hedgehog at the moment.

"Uhh——!h

With a roar in the sky, and when the arrows on the limbs crashed, the army surrounded it layer by layer, Wen Yiming was in it, and the dragon spear swept in a circle, shooting wildly, killing in wild laughter.

Wen Yiming, who was submerged by the sea of people, became more and more violent, and the killing intent rose in the midst of the flying flesh and blood, turning into blood-colored mist and frantically converging on the center of his eyebrows.

Qi Tianyin's face became solemn, and the news that Wen Yiming was close to running out of oil and lamps, and his injuries were extremely serious, and he could fall at any time, although he remained skeptical, after weighing the pros and cons, he resolutely decided to unite with the forces of Pear Blossom Valley to carry out this encirclement and suppression.

A generation of emperors, it is necessary to kill decisively, especially as an emperor of martial arts, he knows very well that after Wen Yiming is in Shuangcheng, he will inevitably come to the Youyue Dynasty for revenge with his character, and the crown prince Fei Jiuyang has also said that Wen Yiming will not let him go.

The state of Wen Yiming reported by his subordinates is indeed true, the true yuan is empty, and the combat power is on the verge of collapse, he doesn't understand how Wen Yiming at this moment can soar in combat power without any true yuan, the killing intent that is like a substance covers a radius of dozens of meters, as the army continues to be slaughtered by it, the killing intent is getting stronger and stronger, and he is a little worried.

"Tianming, be careful!" Qi Tianyin looked at Fei Tianming and signaled to lead people to reinforcements, he was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy.

The dragon soul was all blocked in the depression under the mountain wall, the pressure was not great, the purpose of the trip was to kill Wen Yiming, and the whole army had already seen the portrait of the target, but they didn't care about the dragon soul.

Although everyone was worried about Wen Yiming, they didn't dare to break through, many soldiers and generals were not highly cultivated, and they could not pose a threat to them, even if they were in this state, they could escape with the Mu Ling Shuttle in the hands of Yan Tianyin and others.

The key is that they don't dare to go deep into the encirclement to help, Wen Yiming is already enemy and self-defeating, and his combat power is actually close to the heyday state in the state of no true yuan, and their state at the moment is not a unified enemy at all.

Wen Yiming felt happy at this time, relying on his forging body cultivation to kill the enemy, tirelessly enjoying the pleasure brought by killing, every time he killed one more person, the killing intent was rich, as if countless nutrients were absorbed by the eyebrows, and then poured into the body, relieving the pain of the withering of the true yuan.

He had forgotten all his injuries, and the only thing that was uncomfortable was the tearing pain caused by the influx of killing intent at the center of his eyebrows, as if a sharp knife was cutting through the skin and cutting open the skull.

"Hey!"

Wen Yiming let out a low roar of pain in his throat, and watched Fei Tianming lead several generals to kill in the middle of the day, he couldn't control the air to meet the enemy, and he slashed one after another with sword qi.

He tried his best to defend against high-altitude attacks, roaring and charging with dragon spears to break through, his marksmanship was chaotic, sometimes sweeping like a stick, or turning into a knife to slash, sometimes picking and stabbing through, and he rushed and killed with all his might, straight into the depths of the valley, harvesting life all the way, and ruthlessly trampling flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a sonorous low sound came from his eyebrows, and a red thread of blood protruded in the center of his eyebrows, he felt unbearable pain, only the killing could be slightly slowed down, the Ao Yi Zhu trembled in the ring, he didn't realize it, the Book of Heaven seemed to be shrouded in fear, floating out of the ring, wanting to escape.

Wen Yiming seemed to be awake for a moment, and was once again shocked by the bombardment in the sky and fell into a rage, and at that moment he saw that the Heavenly Book was completely wrapped in floating light, and let out a wailing prayer thought, and then turned into a streamer and shadow line into the center of his eyebrows.

Pain!

His mind seemed to explode, holding on to the last line of defense as the nebula rotated at high speed.

He screamed!

In the cracks in the ground, the bloody Wen Yiming soared into the air, resisted several sword qi, picked up the dragon spear and borrowed his strength, almost like a heavy knife slashing with a majestic murderous edge.

The murderous edge was so red in the purple mist that it swept through the air with five generals led by Fei Tianming.

'Puff puff puff! ’

Without exception, all of them are cut in half!

With no true yuan available, Wen Yiming fell to the ground with a bang, swept the spear, and the blood-colored edge tornaled out, and a piece of soldiers were beheaded in a miserable howl.

The sky was cloudy in the sky, and the only two generals left in mid-air were completely frightened, and shouted a retreat to escape from the two coffin mountains.

The iron cavalry that could not form an army scattered and fled, Wen Yiming chased after him, and the dragon spear picked and chopped and brought up a piece of murderous edge, crisscrossing the valley, and blood and flesh were flying all over the sky.

He didn't know what reason was, and the cry in his ears made him excited, looking at the scattered army fleeing in a panic, he wanted to cut off all the heads, but he didn't know where to chase and kill, and for a while he looked up to the sky and roared.

Murderous intent soared into the sky.

The Ao Yi Bead flew out of the ring uncontrollably, shattering out of thin air, and countless mystical breaths suddenly poured into the center of his eyebrows.

The long howl did not stop, constantly echoing in the two coffin mountains, spreading far away.

The valley was full of corpses, and the stones and gravel on the ground were all soaked in blood, and the members of the dragon soul did not dare to step forward from afar, watching Wen Yiming raise the dragon spear and point it at the sky, his long hair was dripping blood, and their backs were numb, and they didn't know what to do and looked at each other.

'Poof——! ’

Before the whistling sounded, Wen Yiming fell back to the sky and smashed heavily in a pool of blood, and before that, he didn't forget to put away the dragon lance.

"Hang? Fainted? Lao Wukou didn't choose to speak, but probed to speak.

In the angry gaze of several eyes, Lao Wu was slapped away by eight tartars and one shield.

Everyone quickened their steps forward, seeing that he was unconscious, and his body was still overflowing with a trace of murderous aura, the eight tartars probed their noses and found that their qi was like a gossamer, and hurriedly carried it into the Mu Ling Suo, entered the group, and lifted off away from the two coffin mountains.

"Find a safe place and then say, Tianhao, show Qingping the direction." Seeing Wen Yiming's eyes and trismus closed, the Eight Tartars said anxiously.

Lao Wu pushed away the Eight Tartars, "He is alone, except for the grass and ditches, he can know Mao's safe place, with my Lao Wu's qualifications in the south."

"Lord Wu, don't talk about it, Seven Feelings Square is the closest to here." Fifth Qiu Mei glared at Lao Wu with tears in her eyes, she was still used to calling Lao Wu Master Wu, which made this old bird often feel that she had not yet entered the human form, which was very unpleasant.

Everyone did not object, the Fifth Autumn Cross's affection for Wen Yiming is well known, and everyone now knows that the Seven Feelings Fang Law belongs to the Creative Arts Pavilion, and it is also a top sect in the south, and the safety is absolutely guaranteed.