Looking at the four flying dragons hovering in the sky, Yin Feng was really a little timid. After all, he was also seriously injured now, and if it weren't for the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Period, he would have died a long time ago.

Zhao Feng was weakly half lying in the air, and laughed wildly: "Yin Feng, I'll kill you first, and then go to Han Ming." Today, you will suffer death!haha~~~~!"

Yin Feng glared at Zhao Feng angrily for a moment, but did not speak. In the blink of an eye, he looked at the four flying dragons of feng shui, thunder and lightning with fear, for this Zhao Feng's dragon control technique, it had also troubled Han Ming for a while.

However, this time it was not Han Ming who had a headache, but Yin Feng.

On the other hand, Han Ming at this time was hiding in the Ding Ring and quietly healing. No matter what kind of elixir it is, it is all stuffed into his mouth, and his injuries are now more than half better.

At this time, Han Ming cautiously probed his divine sense outward. Yin Feng and Zhao Feng didn't notice Han Ming's divine sense, and when Han Ming saw this scene, he sneered: "Hmph, this is really the praying mantis catching cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind." I'll just watch you fight to the death, and then I'll go out and end up!"

"Whoosh" ~ "Whoosh" ~ "Whoosh" ~ "Whoosh" Feng Shui, thunder and lightning, the four flying dragons rushed straight down towards the yin wind. Suddenly, the wind dragon emitted a fierce wind from its mouth, striking towards Han Ming like a demon's roar.

The water dragon sent out a column of water as thick as a bucket, the thunder dragon sent out a heavenly thunder that Han Ming was extremely familiar with, and the electric dragon sent out several lightning bolts, and the sky was suddenly colorful, thundering and lightning.

The Yin Wind roared angrily, and the robes were blown up by the momentum of the whole body, and hundreds of Yin Spirits appeared around the Yin Wind. The ghosts were cloaked and screamed in terror.

"Yin Spirit, rush the Wyvern for me and swallow them!" Yin Feng pointed at his big hand and spat out the essence blood from his mouth and sprinkled it on Yin Spirit's body. Yin Feng became weaker, while Yin Soul was extremely excited, and the Soul's body became several times larger.

When the wind, the water jet, the thunder and the lightning are about to appear in front of the yin wind. More than a dozen yin spirits sprang out from the side, and immediately swallowed all these things into their stomachs, and licked their tongues at the four wyverns with bared teeth.

The four flying dragons seemed to be a little confused, and after looking at them for a long time, another roar came.

"Roar~~~Roar~~~Roar~~~" A dragon groan came, and all the remaining spirit beasts around them lay on the ground, not daring to fight against the dragon power of the flying dragon at all.

After Han Ming's divine sense saw all this, he couldn't help but think in shock: "This Tiangangmen's dragon control technique is really strange, it can actually summon a flying dragon with dragon power. Is this a real dragon or a fake dragon? And Yin An's clone is also very weird, does each sect have a special technique?"

For Han Ming, this can only be a guess now. After all, Yin An's doppelganger technique, and the doppelganger can be fused into the Yuan Infant Monk and Zhao Feng's Dragon Technique, it is definitely not an ordinary exercise.

After the Yin Spirit swallowed the spells issued by those flying dragons, it was not affected by the dragon chant. At the moment, except for the more than ten Yin Souls guarding Yin Feng's side, all the others flew towards the Flying Dragon.

Those four wyverns were real dragons, how could they be frightened by these ghosts. After roaring angrily, he also flew towards those ghosts.

At this moment, Yin Feng is not their target, only Yin Soul is.

Yin Feng sneered and glanced at the flying dragon and the yin spirit, and snorted heavily at Zhao Feng: "Hmph, Zhao Feng." I don't think you have any other tricks up your sleeve than this wyvern! Wait, you can die!"

As soon as he said that, there was a loud and violent bang, and the Yin Spirits and Wyverns disappeared into the sky. Smoke filled the place, and the sky was no longer dark, but sunny again.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but stand up, stared at the disappearance of the flying dragon with wide eyes, shook his head and muttered, "Impossible, impossible." I'm obviously summoning a dragon clone, how can I be destroyed?"

"Haha, Zhao Feng. Do you think that Yin consumed his own essence and blood for something, just so that my Yin soul could die with your flying dragon. Now I still have more than a dozen ghosts, do you think you can escape?"

Yin Feng finally raised his eyebrows, his body trembled a little, and shouted excitedly. For a long time, the battle with Zhao Feng was Yin Feng at a disadvantage, but now that he is okay, he has finally turned the tables.

Zhao Feng stood in place again, shaking his head and muttering softly. Yin Feng laughed even more arrogantly, and his contemptuous eyes and laughter kept reaching Zhao Feng's ears.

"Now is the time, just go out now, while the two of them are not looking. Under the double sneak attack of divine thunder and stealth magic, they will definitely be able to take their lives. Even if you can't kill Zhao Feng, it's good to kill Yin Feng first. After all, my locking technique won't do much for him!"

Han Ming was in the Ding Ring, and he calculated in his heart. What tricks should be used to get out of yourself. Whoever kills first, and so on are all in the calculation. At the moment, he was determined and was about to go out, when he suddenly heard Zhao Feng's weird laughter.

"Yin Feng, you want to kill me, is it possible? Today, I, Zhao Feng, will fight to regress to the stage and retreat to the late stage of the fake pill. I also want to behead you, and sacrifice wine for the Great War of Righteous Demons!"

After Zhao Feng gritted his teeth, he took out a red pill and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation. Suddenly, an extremely terrifying momentum fell from the sky and hit Zhao Feng's body.

"Ah~~~~~" Zhao Feng first screamed in pain, and finally the injuries on his body were speeding up. Only a moment later, Zhao Feng's injuries were unexpectedly intact, and he vaguely felt a late stage of Jindan's cultivation.

Seeing this, Yin Feng suddenly felt that the power of his pill was about to disappear. It doesn't matter so much, the two Yin Spirits are guarding him, and Yin Feng is closing his eyes and meditating on something.

The remaining ten Yin Spirits all flew towards Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng snorted coldly, and the Da Luo Flying Sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The original silver flying sword suddenly turned into ten more, flying directly towards the ten Yin Spirits.

But who knew that this yin spirit suddenly became invisible when it was about to come into contact with the Da Luo Flying Sword, so frightened that Zhao Feng hurriedly pinched his gestures and recited a spell, wanting to return the Da Luo Immortal Sword to protect his body again.

Just as the Great Luo Immortal Sword was about to come back, the two Yin Spirits directly bit Zhao Feng's neck, and the Linglong Pagoda just flickered, and the two Yin Spirits suddenly disappeared.

However, the remaining eight Yin Spirits all looked at Zhao Feng's neck and bit it, and suddenly a stream of blood flowed out.

"Ah~~~~~~ looking for death, you are looking for death!" Zhao Feng couldn't help but let out a painful ** sound, and said angrily. At this time, the Great Luo Immortal Sword had also returned to his side, and suddenly the sword shadow flew in, and the remaining eight Yin Spirits also disappeared.

Zhao Feng covered the blood on his neck, pointed at Yin Feng and shouted angrily: "Yin Feng, you go to death, go to death!" With that, the Da Luo Immortal Sword suddenly "swished" and directly turned into a sharp flight towards Yin Feng.

Yin Feng looked at the flying Da Luo Immortal Sword, his face became more anxious, and the spell in his mouth was also recited more eagerly. Seeing that the Da Luo Immortal Sword was close in front of him, Yin Feng gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and a skeleton light curtain appeared in front of him.

"Puppet skeleton, block me!" said in a weak whisper as several mouthfuls of blood erupted from Yin Feng's mouth.

Suddenly, all the skulls trembled together, turning into a wall standing in front of Yin Feng, desperately resisting this fierce Da Luo Immortal Sword.

After all, an immortal weapon is an immortal weapon, and it is not something that can be resisted by one method. Moreover, the Yin Wind method has not yet been fully deployed, otherwise it will definitely not be injured by the backlash!

"Bang~bang" Two small explosions sounded, and the skull wall in front of the yin wind was about to shatter. Yin Feng gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Even if I die, I don't want you to live." Skull, scatter me, swallow him!"

"Bang" There was an even more violent sound, and the skeleton wall turned into countless skulls and flew towards Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng was stunned, and the Great Luo Immortal Sword also penetrated directly from Yin Feng's abdomen.

"Ah~~~~~h

Seeing that the yin wind was about to land, the skull also appeared beside Zhao Feng, and it exploded with a crackle. "Bang Bang Bang~~~" A series of explosions caused waves of smoke.

Seeing this, Han Ming jumped out directly from within the Ding Ring. Concealment Technique, the divine thunder all fell on Yin Feng's body, originally Yin Feng was only seriously injured and unconscious, but now he is completely dead.

After Yin Feng died, he didn't drop anything, which made Han Ming have some opinions. At this moment, Han Ming watched Zhao Feng being swept by the smoke again, and the Da Luo Flying Sword also flew towards Zhao Feng, just wanting to rush away.

Suddenly, I saw two disciples carrying flying swords carrying Zhao Feng, who was already unconscious, one holding the Linglong Pagoda and the other holding the Da Luo Flying Sword, looking at Han Ming with bad intentions.

"Damn, when did these two people appear?" Han Ming scolded in his heart, glaring at the two Sword Sect disciples vigilantly. The reason why Han Ming was able to recognize it so quickly was because of the characteristics of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

One of them, with a pale complexion and an average appearance, is also the one who laughs very rampantly. The other, who looked like a sick seedling, was languishing, with a big white face.

Han Ming faced these two people and said in a cold voice, "The two Daoists are disciples of the Sword Sect, I don't know what you mean?"

"Haha, Han Ming. You are a person in the Demon Dao, you actually asked us what we mean? I want to come to Zhao Feng and Senior Brother Zhao to fight two demons alone, and finally died tragically, the two of us have just arrived here, and I have been entrusted by Senior Brother Zhao to kill you with an immortal weapon, I think some people will believe it, haha!" said the man with a pale face, like a sick seedling.

"Bang" Zhao Feng's body turned into a ball of minced meat and sprinkled it on the ground.

Another man laughed at Han Ming and said, "Yo, can't Senior Brother Han recognize the two of me?" Think about it, you only know Wu Tian of the Sword Sect, where will you know me and the Flying Tiger!"

At this time, Han Ming finally remembered that these two people were the two apprentices brought by another elder of the Sword Sect. As for who the elder was, Han Ming didn't know, but after hearing what the two of them said just now, Han Ming knew that a battle was inevitable.

Xiaoyao looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, and was so excited that he left tears and said: "Haha, Cangtian finally took our brother well." With these two immortal weapons, who else are we afraid of? Wu Tian, Wu Tian, your good days are over!"

"Yes, haha! The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. The Yellow Sparrow is Han Ming, and we are the ones who killed the Yellow Sparrow, haha!" The pale Flying Tiger was also a little energetic at the moment, and shouted excitedly.

Han Ming sneered and said disdainfully: "The two of you are too confident, aren't you? Do you think that if you snatch the immortal weapon, you can stay in the Sword Sect well? When the time comes, don't say that Tiangangmen and Yunhai Sect don't come to look for trouble, Baling will come to greet you in person!"

Xiaoyao laughed a few times indifferently, and snorted softly: "Hmph, what am I afraid of? When the time comes, my brothers and I will just find a place where no one knows and practice for more than a hundred or ten years, who will know our brothers? When the time comes, when our cultivation skyrockets, and when we come out again, it will be when the Kunlun Continent dominates, and now, the last purpose is to kill you!"

"Kill Han? Do you think you are qualified? Yin Feng claims to be a cultivator in the Yuan infant stage, and he has never been able to kill Han; Zhao Feng is holding an immortal weapon, and he has not been able to kill Han, just rely on you two clowns!"

Feihu chuckled and said disdainfully: "You are just a yellow finch, we are the ones who are really hunting you behind your back!"