Night Eleven said: "You cheated me?"

The girl in brocade said blankly: "What is the pit for you?"

Before Ye Eleven could explain, Qianxue Musu said: "The pit he said is the meaning of making people suffer."

The brocade-clothed girl said, "In this way, you seem to understand his strange words."

Qianxue Mu Su said: "He doesn't say strange words, I also know something."

The brocade-clothed girl smiled and stared at Qianxue Musu.

There was an angry shout from the air: "How can this be true, when I am air!"

Ye Eleven said with a displeased face: "Demons are not demons, beasts are not monsters, see if I don't kill you!"

With that, Night Eleven stepped forward.

Qianxue Musu stood in front of Ye Eleven and said, "Leave it to me."

Ye Eleven thought before, if Qianxue Musu or the Great Zhou Empress killed the Black Wind King, I am afraid that it would be a rare chance to burst the equipment, and for the sake of the best equipment, this risk would still have to be taken.

Night Eleven said, "It's just a little bit, let's do it."

Night Eleven walked under the front of the Black Wind King, turned his head to Qianxue Musu and said, "You still remember what I told you about Yizhuang."

Qianxue Musu nodded, and her face couldn't help but be a little dignified.

Night Eleven looked up at the dense wind drill carefully, and felt at a loss for a moment.

The Black Wind King had already seen that Ye Eleven was a mortal, and he was seriously injured, and he had long been looking forward to him coming forward, and he dared to make an example of him!

Night Eleven stared at the Black Wind King, wanting to touch the black wind drill, but he hesitated, after all, it was unknown whether it was part of its body.

Saying that it was too late, Night Eleven took out a short sword and stabbed it in front of him.

This sudden hand-to-hand fight made Qianxue Musu unexpected, and couldn't help but step forward, and the girl in brocade grabbed Qianxue Musu and said, "Engong can't die yet."

Qianxue Musu looked puzzled, but she was even more worried, and said, "He's like this."

The brocade-clothed girl said flatly: "He has killed a wild beast."

Qianxue Mu Su said: "Savage beast?"

The brocade-clothed girl pondered, "According to what you say, it should be the royal level."

Qianxue Musu's face was shocked, looking at the back, her eyes moved slightly, a little distracted, it seemed that Ye Eleven was not as simple as she understood.

While the two were talking, the Black Wind King in the distance controlled two huge wind drills from the sky.

Yin Yeqing shouted: "Be careful on your head!"

Night Eleven ignored it, still holding a short sword and stabbing at the wind drill that was supported on the ground on the side.

The whistling wind above his head became more and more intense, Ye Eleven's face was solemn, the black and golden light in his hand lit up, and the bronze short sword seemed to be plated with a layer of black gold, which was very weird.

With two bangs, Ye Eleven held the short sword and smashed it into the wind drill, and as the sword body pierced, the two huge wind drills were also crushed as scheduled.

The Black Wind King roared excitedly, "Die!"

"Eleven!" When Qianxue Musu exclaimed, he rushed towards the night eleven.

"Don't come here!" Night Eleven shouted.

A cloud of black light covered the night eleven, and a muffled sound stirred up, and the black light rose into the sky, straight into the sky, and the scene was shocking.

Yin Yeqing looked at Ye Eleven who was pressed down by the wind drill with a shocked face, and the black light gradually thinned, revealing the scene that was covered.

Night Eleven raised his hand to support the pressed wind drill, and there were sparks splashing between the tip of the wind and the palm of his hand, and with the black background of the Black Wind King, the sparks looked gorgeous and dazzling.

Sparks in the palm of your flesh? Is this still human? The two black and white elders in the distance were shocked in their hearts, and everyone present had this thought.

Ye Eleven smiled and said, "You can't do this, I'll give you a hole, and you can't help me."

At this moment, Night Eleven was still stimulating the Black Wind King, disturbing it to refine the Wind Yuan Bead.

The Black Wind King was really angry, if it weren't for refining the Wind Yuan Bead, it would really do its best to kill Night Eleven, but now it is in the refining process, even if it has nine minds, it will also score seven or eight on the refining Wind Yuan Bead.

The Black Wind King was silent in anger and sped up the refining speed. Night Eleven said to the girl in brocade: "Do it!"

The jade finger of the girl in brocade clothes was sealed, and then she took off and hung in the air, releasing bursts of light around her body, like a god.

Ding Ding Ding! A circle of cracks began to appear on the black flagpole in the air, and the surface of the flagpole was like a triangular dragon scale stretching out, and the cracks extended from the end of the flagpole to the end of the pole, and at the same time there was a dense sound.

With a bang, the black light of the flagpole expanded and exploded, and a black dragon soared into the air!

Yin Yeqing and the others were surprised, how could they have thought that the black flagpole would turn into a black dragon.

The impact of the black dragon's appearance shattered the big black hand and scattered the big black face, its huge body coiled around the Black Wind King, and the fierce dragon body exuded a solemn majesty, making people feel awe at a glance.

Night Eleven was not idle, the short sword in his hand was pulled, and the blade cut a hole in the wind body, and before the new wind could be replenished, he swung five or six swords in succession, and the opening on the wind body became bigger and bigger.

Yuan Eleven pondered: "I'm afraid I'll have to cultivate for a while now."

Linglong said: "Why don't I help the young master?"

Yuan Shiyi said: "No, you protect my last breath, don't let me hang up directly, otherwise it will be too embarrassing."

Linglong said, "Yes."

Night Eleven's body flashed with black and golden light, and a wave of dizziness rushed straight to his mind, and Night Eleven was in a trance for a moment.

Night Eleven said: "Withdraw!"

The girl in brocade had already fallen, and at this time, she didn't hesitate to pull Qianxue Musu and ran out, and the black dragon also turned into black light and took it back.

Seeing this, Yin Yeqing had no choice but to retreat into the distance, and coincidentally he happened to run into the two elders in black and white, and the two elders smiled innocently.

The Black Wind King roared repeatedly: "Bastard! Stop it! Stop it! ”

A bright line shuttled around the Black Wind King, like a cold sword light cutting through the void, and there were more and more bright lines, densely packed, completely covering the Black Wind King, and then there was a burst of sound, continuous.

The Black Wind King was surrounded by a layer of bright light, which wound it like silk, and then wrapped it like a spherical cocoon.

The roar of the Black Wind King weakened, and the bursts of roars directly became a continuous sound.

After making sure that he could kill the wind body with his short sword, Night Eleven decided to change his speed to a value he had never before, and this time his speed was even faster, and the short sword was invincible with the blessing of high speed.

The short sword light formed a field, and the entire space was sword light, and the dense sword light trajectory formed a cocoon.

Elder Bai Yue looked at the Black Wind King wrapped in a giant cocoon in disbelief, "That's the Sword Domain!"

That's true, but anyone who is in it will receive a sword light attack, and if you want to dodge, unless the speed is faster than Night Eleven, you will be split into many small pieces if you touch that layer of light cocoon.

The light cocoon gradually shrank into the air, and the roar of the Black Wind King became weaker and weaker, until finally a radiant bead was left in the air, and the light cocoon disappeared.

The figure of Midnight Eleven suddenly appeared in the clearing, his clothes torn, revealing his cracked body.

Asagitsu Musu rushed forward, and Ye Eleven smiled reluctantly, and his body fell forward uncontrollably.