In the face of Yan Wubian's attack, the Netherworld Saint Sect powerhouse who rushed forward couldn't help but let out a strange laugh again, and the figure of the forward pounce suddenly rose from the ground, soaring in mid-air, out of the frozen range of the frozen world, no longer paying attention to Yan Wubian, his body rushed straight towards the Murong family headquarters in the rear.

"Oops!"

Yan Wubian's heart was shocked, he couldn't care about the bald man anymore, he stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body immediately swept up rapidly, and the sky-shattering thunder dragon spear in his hand brought a piercing airflow sound, and stabbed towards the Netherworld Saint Sect powerhouse like lightning!

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came, and Yan Wubian only felt that his spear was directly shaken by a huge force, and his body sank even more violently.

This Netherworld Saint Sect powerhouse seemed to be about to attack the Murong family's fortress protection array, but in fact, when Yan Wubian rushed to stop it, he suddenly launched an offensive and slashed at his body.

This is a real soul melting consummation powerhouse, this time it was Yan Wubian who was caught off guard, and suddenly suffered a big loss, the qi and blood spiritual power around his body were shocked, and he was almost seriously injured and vomited blood, and the injured hole on his shoulder was even more in the constant shock, gushing blood out again.

"Quack ......!"

Accompanied by the strange laughter coming out of the mouth of the Netherworld Saint Sect powerhouse, Yan Wubian's face was gloomy and terrifying, after this series of attacks, he could only passively defend after losing the opportunity, and he really couldn't fight back for a while, what made him even more anxious was that the bald man who got rid of the frozen world had also arrived, once he faced the simultaneous attack of these two people, the danger would undoubtedly be greatly increased.

"Get out of here!"

Just when Yan Wubian was anxious in his heart, he heard Murong Feng's loud shouts from the other side, and then, a loud noise came, and he saw a figure shooting towards the two of them uncontrollably, and instantly came to the middle of the two, blocking the attack of the Netherworld Saint Sect powerhouse.

This figure that suddenly appeared was the Dark Shura who was fighting with Murong Feng.

At this time, this diminutive dark Shura's eyes were dim, and after stabilizing his figure, two mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably, obviously, he was also a strong man who was consummated by soul fusion, but Murong Feng, who was the head of the Murong family, was still much stronger than this dark Shura in terms of strength.

Seeing that because of the appearance of this short dark Shura, the Netherworld Saint Sect powerhouse who stopped continuing to attack, Yan Wubian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and raised his spiritual power to suppress the qi and blood that were shaking in his body.

However, before Yan Wubian could take a breath, a strong wind attacked from behind him, making his face change slightly, he knew very well that the person attacking behind him must be the bald man who was pursuing.

"Kill!"

Before Yan Wubian could respond, a murderous voice had already sounded in the air again.

"Smack!"

Immediately after, a sonic boom of a long whip suddenly buzzed around everyone's ears, and a long whip glowing with darkness disappeared from everyone's eyes in a flash in mid-air.

When it reappeared, the long whip had already appeared on the back of the bald man, and he whipped it down fiercely, then rolled it up and threw it out.

Under this whip, even with the physical strength of the bald man, a bloody whip mark appeared on his back.

"Little Brother Yan, are you okay?"

As the voice fell, Murong Feng's figure had already come to Yan Wubian's side, and from his slightly pale face and his slightly uneven breathing, it could be seen that facing the dark Shura just now, it was not easy at all.

It's just that Yan Wubian at this moment, his gaze is completely on a long whip in Murong Feng's hand.

This long whip is full of pitch-black luster, when he first looks at it, Yan Wubian just thinks that this is just an ordinary long whip, and there is nothing special, when he takes a second look, he suddenly finds that the static pitch-black long whip disappeared in his eyes.

"Lingbao!"

Although the long whip seemed to have disappeared, Yan Wubian could clearly feel that the long whip was still held in Murong Feng's hand, and he, who was carrying many spiritual treasures, immediately understood that this long whip was a spiritual treasure-level treasure.

"I'm fine, I can still fight!"

Soon, Yan Wubian, who came back to his senses, used his spiritual power to stop the still bleeding wound on his shoulder, and then whispered to Murong Feng.

Seeing that Yan Wubian's injuries were not serious, Murong Feng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then his gaze fell on the body of the Netherworld Saint Sect powerhouse, and he said in a condensed voice:

"As a member of the human race, you Netherworld Holy Sect actually conspired with the tiger and colluded with the dark demons, don't you know that it is not my race, and its heart should be punished?

"With your strength in the Netherworld Holy Sect, I'm afraid it's not low, if my Murong family goes out and drags you here, it won't be long before the rest of the spirit masters of the nearby Sky City will definitely arrive, and your life may be saved at that time, but what about the Netherworld Holy Sect behind you, it will definitely be attacked by all the spirit masters of the entire Sky City at that time. ”

Obviously, although he had been fighting with the dwarf Dark Shura before, Murong Feng also knew that the person in front of him was from the Netherworld Holy Sect from the conversation between Yan Wubian and Yan Wubian just now.

The powerhouse of the Netherworld Saint Sect, who was surrounded by black mist, sneered and said:

"Even if someone arrives, there are already people around here who have already arrived, watching from the sidelines, who will help your Murong family for no reason. ”

"Not to mention the casualties that will come with helping you, and with our strength here, who would risk such a risk. ”

"What's more, how many years have your Murong family occupied Dongzhou, how many forces have been suppressed so much that they can't develop, and I secretly don't know how many people are looking forward to your bad luck, how can anyone help you. ”

Although the Nether Saint Sect powerhouse said this, its voice was heard from afar on the battlefield, obviously not specifically to reply to Murong Feng's listening, but its purpose was that the void around the battlefield was filled with the divine consciousness of different spirit masters.

The meaning of his words is to warn the surrounding spirit masters not to meddle in their affairs, otherwise the consequences will be unbearable for them.

At this time, the words of the powerhouse of the Netherworld Saint Sect couldn't help but make Yan Wubian and Murong Feng's hearts sink, and the more and more divine consciousness in the surrounding void still didn't help the Murong family at this moment, it was really as the other party said, if the Murong family wanted to count on these people, it was basically impossible.

For this situation, Murong Feng had already expected it, and his heavy heart quickly recovered, and then he sneered:

"Why, in the last period of time, the disciples of our Murong family were assassinated, and they were all caused by your Netherworld Holy Sect?"

However, before the Netherworld Saint Sect could speak, a cold snort came out of the void and said:

"Why don't you hurry up and see that they're stalling for time?"

When the voice sounded, Yan Wubian and Murong Feng's hearts seemed to fall into the ice cellar all of a sudden, and the other party had reached this point, and there was actually a strong man who had a consummate soul fusion and did not make a move.

As for why this person never appeared, Yan Wubian and Murong Feng only knew it with a slight turn in their minds.

Obviously, the increasing number of spirit masters with different divine senses around him made the Dark Demon and the Netherworld Cult a little jealous, and this person should be hiding his power just in case someone helps.

Listening to the words of the strong man hidden in the dark, the bald man and the other three seemed to have noticed that the situation was a little wrong, and their divine sense only swept a little on the battlefield, and they found that the rest of the Murong family spirit masters who were originally in the diplomatic war had unconsciously retreated while fighting and came to the castle, and some had even returned to the scope of the fortress protection array.

[I wish my brothers and sisters, a happy new year, in the new year, the body is great, the wallet is full, good luck, and the mood is good!]