The terrifying power suddenly appeared, the treasure art was blazing, and the brilliant runes carried terrifying power, wanting to pinch Kong Jie to death directly.

This is a monk in green clothes, with a greedy look in his eyes, looking at Kong Jie like a lamb to the slaughter. This man was thin and thin, and his eyes were shining, but when he looked closely, there was a kind of ferocity, like a bamboo leaf hanging on a tree.

Kong Jie burst out again, pouring his own strength into the Feather Flying Knife, and suddenly killed.

Large patches of light rained down, runes burst, and blinding light flickered.

But this feather flying knife still resisted this treasure technique, and at this moment, thousands of feathers appeared behind Kong Jie, and in the dazzling light flowing in his body, his posture was arrogant.

"Kill!" Kong Jie let out a long roar, urging the power of the Feather Flying Knife as much as possible.

Thousands of sharp edges spread, and the power that cuts through heaven and earth is killed. With a mighty power, the light is magnificent, and it is terrifying to the extreme!

"Childish!"

The high peacock chirped out, and the wings full of colorful feathers appeared, and the mighty power overwhelmed the heavens and the earth, which was extremely terrifying!

The fierce beast and the monk in Tsing Yi both had unkind faces, and hurriedly urged their true vitality and blood.

The crystal bone inscription swirled around the beast's claws, and the huge beast's claws suddenly slashed out. On the other side, the light was shining, and many runes condensed in it, and then intertwined and killed.

This energy collided with the Feather Flying Knife, bursting out with a dazzling light. The blazing qi and blood were sliced out of thin air, and then the bone was cracked, cutting the beast's claws.

The beast retreated in pain, the beast looked like a cow, and the horns on its head were blood-red, with a curved arc. The muscles on his body are very large and look extremely terrifying. It's just that the legs are thinner, bent and backwards like goats.

The green-clothed monk also shook his body, and the Dao method he urged was also directly exploded, without stopping.

"The Sparrow King Feather is really terrifying, just relying on the remaining power in it has such power!" said the Tsing Yi monk with a serious expression.

The main reason why this feather flying knife can have this power is because King Ming Dazun left a part of the power in this artifact, so that Kong Jie can urge part of the power of this artifact, so it has this kind of strength.

King Ming Dazun is the top group of heavenly pride in his era, it can be said that he is a romantic figure who leads the times, and his combat power is shocking, defeating many strong people of the same era, and achieving great fame. It is rumored that the Kong family where Wang Dazun is located is not a pure human race, they have part of the blood of the Peacock of the Great Ming King, and they are mixed with the blood of the human race, reaching quite terrifying power.

And the Feather Flying Knife, the Sparrow King Feather, was his natal weapon, and as he fell into battle to kill the enemy, he killed many powerful existences. The light of the knife flickered, like the scythe of death, which made the personnel at that time shudder.

This amazing and gorgeous existence has admired one person in his life, and that is the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness!

The Emperor of the Southern Wilderness defeated King Ming Dazun three times in the same realm, and his combat power surpassed that of King Ming in the three realms, proving his unparalleled combat power! King Ming was disheartened and his heart was covered with dust. But the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness saved the life of King Ming Dazun at a critical moment, and helped him get rid of the haze and regain his Taoist heart.

King Ming was therefore impressed by the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness, and was willing to become a follower of the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness, and fought in all directions with the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness. And the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness has always been a brother to King Ming, and did not treat him as a subordinate.

That's why this Sparrow King Feather is so powerful, of course, Kong Jie's power is not useless, the special power hidden in his body still improves it, making the power of the Sparrow King Feather more and more, and that special power is given by that mysterious fruit.

"Hmph, I don't believe that after such a long time, the finch king feather still has enough strength left!" the fierce beast that looked like a cow snorted coldly, slamming its claws and killing it, and the powerful qi and blood burst out of it!

Kong Jie gritted his teeth and shot again, trying his best to resist their bombardment.

Brilliant light rain sprinkled, heavy fluctuations erupted, and amazing momentum intertwined, filling the air.

Yang Ming was put to the ground by Kong Jie because of the sudden attack of this fierce beast, and he stared at the battle in the air, frowning.

The power of this battle was too terrifying for him to intervene at all, just like the battle of the nine-headed bird, there was no possibility of intervening at all. Fortunately, because of the characteristics of the Sparrow King Feather that Kong Jie urged, its power was too targeted, so there was not much aftermath, and Yang Ming was still relatively safe below.

But the air was still stirring up the wind and clouds, and the clouds and mist were turbulent, and the momentum was also very terrifying.

Yang Ming retreated, pondering if there was a better way to do this.

This is a knife light slashing at the back of his neck, and it is about to chop off his head directly!

Yang Ming suddenly felt his hairs stand up, and he quickly bent down to dodge, and a sharp sword shot from the left side! In the face of this assassination, Yang Ming could only ignore his image, and rolled on a donkey to the right, which was enough to dodge the killing.

And when he hurriedly stood up, several punches attacked, and in a hurry, he could only clench his fists and shoot back.

Rumble!

The momentum of the shock spread, and Yang Ming was also shocked by this force and took a few steps back.

Zhao Heng appeared in front of him, surrounded by purple qi, and the sharp knife in his hand overflowed with coldness.

Luo Wenyu appeared on the left, the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand was like frost, and his eyes were full of pride.

On the right oblique side, there were three young monks standing, their eyes also staring at each other.

"Hand over the divine armor and let you go!" Zhao Heng's eyes flashed with a cold light, they had been following Yang Ming without giving up, now Kong Jie, who was sheltering Yang Ming, was blocked by a stronger existence, and now it was their chance.

Yang Ming looked at the crowd, and then suddenly tiptoed a little, and his body pounced to the right like a cheetah. The qi and blood true element in the body was running, and the terrifying power bloomed violently, like a group of wild bulls rushing in, and this momentum was amazing.

The faces of these three young monks changed drastically, they didn't expect Yang Ming to suddenly burst out, and the target was directly at them!

They hurriedly urged their strength to resist, but they were also too hasty and were blown away in the wave explosion.

Yang Ming's bombardment did not cover the three of them, but all poured on the man in the middle. The furious force slammed into his chest and skull, sending him flying straight away, cracking his body.

"Ahem!" the man coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, losing his combat effectiveness.

It is better to cut off one of their fingers than to hurt their ten fingers, so Yang Ming is the first to strike and abolish one of them first.

The rear was slashed with swords and swords, and the edge covered almost every corner. Although Yang Ming dodged quickly, he had just shot and killed, and it was too late to return his strength, leaving a few blood marks behind him. Fortunately, after cultivating the Chiyuan Forging Body, Yang Ming's physical strength was strong enough, and this scar could be described as harmless.

"Hmph!" Luo Wenyu snorted coldly, and the sword light flashed, stabbing Yang Ming's pupils with a gangfeng.

Yang Ming's cross arm blocked the sword weapon, and then another punch was struck, forcing Luo Wenyu to dodge and retreat.

Zhao Heng also swung his knife and slashed out, and the light purple sword light suddenly slashed out. Yang Ming slapped another whip leg, and collided violently with this sword light, making a crisp sound.

And the young monk reacted and hurriedly punched out.

Yang Ming's posture was agile, constantly dodging the bombardment, and then clenching his fists to counterattack, his blood was immense.

Although Yang Ming's strength has risen sharply, compared to the transformation he received when he fought against Han Xiao, his strength can be said to have doubled. But on the other side, their bombardment still did not have the upper hand, after all, Yang Ming was fighting against Zhao Heng and Luo Wenyu, both of whom were quite excellent monks in the Heart Lotus Realm.

The body is like electricity, constantly colliding, bursting out of great fluctuations. Although Yang Ming endured a lot of bombardment, his shot was even more ferocious, and he withstood several bombardments, but one shot made the opposite side turbulent, which was very fierce.

Yang Ming misses the black spear a little, he still needs this long weapon in the face of this kind of group battle, although the black spear is nothing special, but the material is hard enough.

It's just that when he was caught by the nine-headed bird, he was caught in the bronze ancient hall to comprehend the Dao source, and the black spear was left there, and he didn't take the black spear away when he fled for his life, and he didn't have a chance to get it later, which is a pity.

The cold light in Zhao Heng's eyes flickered, and when Yang Ming dodged the attack of Luo Wenyu and the others, a knife with a tricky angle was slashed, and there was a fierce edge!

Yang Ming was difficult to dodge, but he was also very fierce, directly holding the sharp knife with his arm, and then squeezing his fist to kill.

But Zhao Heng didn't dodge, the vast purple qi gathered behind him, and the secret method of the purple river suddenly appeared, and one after another mysterious runes were contained in it, with extremely terrifying power!

This Purple River Secret Method blasted towards Yang Ming, and the runes in it exploded, carrying quite terrifying power.

Yang Ming's pupils dilated, and he hurriedly urged his qi and blood, and the blazing red light flickered, like a fireplace with a strong charcoal fire. Then the meridians worked, and the Hundred Split Fist suddenly struck out at this moment.

Hundreds of fist prints slammed into this purple river, like a hundred boulders thrown into the long river, although it set off a lot of waves, but it did not cause substantial damage to the river.

The purple river was still rushing to kill, and the runes in it were flashing with light, and there was a dangerous aura in the crystal.

"Ahem!" Yang Ming coughed up blood, his body was injured by this rune, and he flew out upside down.

"Hand over the Divine Armor!" Luo Wenyu also roared angrily, the sword light in his hand flickered, and dozens of sword shadows flew, cutting off a bowl-sized tree, and then slashed at Yang Ming.

Blood marks appeared, and Yang Ming at this moment looked extremely miserable and precarious.

The two young monks were also pinching out the tricks, with brilliant runes and great power.

"You really can't beat you!" Yang Ming's eyes burned with anger, and the Chiyuan forging body roared at this moment, his body emitted a dazzling red light, and the rich qi and blood were almost turned into substance, and the true yuan power in his body completely bloomed, and the power had been urged to the extreme!

Even a brute elephant is inferior to his strength, and it has reached an extremely terrifying level!

"Kill!"

The riotous fist burst out, blasting the two young monks directly into the air, their bodies smashing through countless trees like rags, and then slamming them to the ground, life and death unknown!

Then another punch appeared on top of Luo Wenyu's head, Luo Wenyu's face changed greatly, but he had no defensive moves! In the great fluctuations, he was blown away by a punch, and his body made a deep mark on the ground.

Zhao Heng's eyes were surprised, Yang Ming's sudden outburst was very terrifying, this arrogant power made him completely unexpected!

"Give me death!"