Heavenly Spirit Fire can be said to be the most powerful killer weapon in Yan Wubian's hands, and so far, he has never seen anyone who is touched by Heavenly Spirit Fire be able to escape.

Unexpectedly, the Three-Clawed Netherworld Jiao was so sensitive to the sense of crisis, and after noticing something wrong at the first time, it could directly dodge it at such a close distance, which made Yan Wubian extremely depressed.

"Seal!"

Looking at the swept sonic storm, Yan Wubian's face froze, and he couldn't help but snort softly, and then he saw that the breathless Heavenly Spirit Fire suddenly emitted a cold force, and the nearby space seemed to be frozen, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of light blue ice, and the sonic storm that had just swept into the Heavenly Spirit Fire body, as if it was like a substance, was actually covered by a layer of light blue ice chips at this moment, and it was directly frozen.

"How is this possible! What kind of flame is this? It can freeze this seemingly tangible, but essentially just the fluctuations generated by sound waves, along with the surrounding space. ”

The three-clawed ghost Jiao that shot out backwards, looking at a large piece of strange light blue ice that suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of horror, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he saw the opportunity early, otherwise, it would be difficult to predict what the result would be when he was touched by this strange flame.

His gaze swept Yan Wubian's glance through the ice, and a killing machine flashed from the eyes of the three-clawed Nether Jiao. Although it was only a short fight, Yan Wubian, whose realm was obviously very low, revealed a strangeness all over his body, which made Netherworld Jiao's heart inexplicably uneasy.

"This kid is a little weird, let's get rid of him first, and then let's strangle the possible threat in the cradle. ”

With a turn of mind, with a "boom", the thick long tail of the three-clawed ghost Jiao suddenly slapped heavily to the ground, and the huge body of the backwards suddenly soared into the air, and then rushed forward from the sky like a wild bull, exuding a cold aura of spiritual power enveloping its body, and the spiritual power roared, directly forming a dragon on the surface of its body.

The terrifying spiritual power coercion, extremely fast speed, caused the air to be directly squeezed out where the three-clawed Netherworld Jiao passed, and exploded one after another.

That kind of indomitable momentum, even if there is a mountain in front of it, will be smashed by this three-clawed Netherworld.

Almost instantly, the body of the Three-Clawed Nether Jiao drew a strange arc in mid-air, crossed the light blue ice in front of it, appeared in the sky above Yan Wubian, and rushed towards him fiercely.

"Oops!"

Looking at the three-clawed Netherworld Jiao, who had come to the front in an instant, Yan Wubian, with a dignified face, took a deep breath of cold air, his palm tightened, and the rolling spiritual power was frantically injected into the heavenly sword, and the extremely sharp breath came out from the sword.

"Kill!"

With a hideous look on his face, the Heavenly Sword that burst out with a golden brilliance in his hand slashed towards the head of the Three-Clawed Nether Jiao.

"Roar!"

And when the Yan Boundless Heavenly Sword slashed out, the short horn on the forehead of the Three-clawed Netherworld Jiao, the spiritual power quickly converged, turning into a larger black horn, wrapping the original short horn, and the dark luster appeared brighter and brighter, and then, the head shook slightly, and the short horn on the head met the Yan Boundless Heavenly Sword, and hit it heavily.

"Bell!"

A sound of gold and iron resonating came out, and Yan Wubian only felt that the heavenly sword in his hand seemed to be cut on a ball of cotton, and he paused slightly, and then he directly cut through the long horn of spiritual power on the periphery like a bamboo, and slashed it on the short horn.

As if he had slashed into some kind of hard piece of metal, Yan Wubian found that the Heavenly Sword in his hand was actually bounced back by a huge force on the short horn, except for leaving a white slash mark on the black short horn, the Heavenly Sword couldn't help this short horn in the slightest.

Yan Wubian naturally didn't know that this short horn on the head of the three-clawed Netherworld Jiao was the strongest part of its body after it was born by the Netherworld, and it had been continuously baptized and condensed by the power of extreme cold for a long time, coupled with the blessing of its own majestic spiritual power, even if the Heavenly Sword was sharp, don't think about it.

If Yan's boundless strength could be close to that of the Three-Clawed Nether Jiao, then it would not be impossible to cut off the opponent's short horn.

"Bang!"

After opening Yan Wubian's Heavenly Sword, the momentum of the Three-Clawed Netherworld Jiao was not affected at all, and the huge body drive directly collided with Yan Wubian's body.

A mouthful of blood immediately spurted out of Qiyan's boundless mouth, and his body was directly knocked out backwards, and finally his body directly hit the cliff wall, causing the entire valley to shake slightly.

"Roar!"

After knocking Yan Wubian into the air, the three-clawed Netherworld Jiao, which had paused for a moment, let out a fierce roar, and the fierce light in its eyes surged, and it swept up again without any hesitation, and its huge body was not bulky at all, bringing up a huge black shadow and rushing towards Yan Wubian like lightning.

Obviously, the Three-Clawed Nether Jiao didn't think that the blow he had just given would completely kill Yan Wubian, who had not yet stood up.

In just a flash, it had already come to the edge of Yan Wubian, and the claws carrying monstrous momentum grabbed Yan Wubian's heart fiercely.

"Lion Heavenly Seal!"

At this moment, a crisp shout rang out, and the figure of Shi Yunlei appeared in front of Yan Wubian, the seemingly slender figure was like a mountain at this time, thick and majestic, and the majestic and vast spiritual power surged around his body, that kind of powerful spiritual power oppression, even Long Jian and others who were far away in the air could clearly feel it.

However, what shocked everyone even more was that behind Shi Yunlei, a large phantom appeared at some point, this phantom was a thunder lion, and at this time, the phantom of the thunder lion that exuded soul fluctuations was burning with a raging black flame, the flame seemed to have no temperature, but where the flame burned, the space was distorted.

"It's ...... , soul burning, Niang Niang actually performed soul burning, did she die?"

In mid-air, looking at the black flames burning on the phantom behind Shi Yunlei, Long Jianyi, who seemed to recognize its origin, exclaimed with a complicated expression.

Soul burning, in fact, is not much different from the blood burning displayed by the Three-clawed Nether Jiao, and all the effects it can play are to increase its own strength.

It's just that the sequelae of exerting blood burning will only cause the body to appear weak for a period of time. And the soul burning is much more serious than it, this burning is the soul, once the soul is burned out, it also means that the death of the person who casts it, even if it can survive, the strength will be irreparably damaged, the light is to cultivate to fall, and the heavy is to cultivate to never have any more diligence from now on.

"Boom!"

At this time, Shi Yun Lei Yu's hand slapped, carrying terrifying spiritual power fluctuations, and it slammed into the claws of the three-clawed Nether Jiao. Cracks spread from the ground, and his feet were down to his knees.

And the huge body of the Three-Clawed Netherworld Jiao was directly shocked and shot backwards.