The green spirit bird behind it flapped its wings and chased after it.

There are still three zhang high from the ground, and with two sounds, Yun Ting and Han Feng jumped off the back of the bird one after the other.

Below is a big river that rolls away, the river bank is full of green grass, wild flowers are dotted, if it is not for one of them to grit his teeth, like a fierce god and evil sword in it, here to quite a bit of the meaning of viewing.

The person with the horizontal sword was Cao Yuanhua, at this time, the effect of the pill to strengthen the cultivation had disappeared, the body contraction returned to its original size, and a paleness and pain that could not be concealed appeared on his face, and his body kept shaking, it seemed that after relying on the pill to forcibly improve the cultivation of Yan, there was a lot of backlash.

"Who are you?"

Cao Yuanhua's eyes flashed with dark light, and he asked loudly. He didn't have the slightest good impression of Han Feng and Xie Yunting, who suddenly came out to sabotage his siege plan, but he was already defeated at this time, and seeing that these two people's cultivation was above him, he could only die if he wanted to fight again. can only find another way, his own talisman blood jade card has been broken, presumably his father Cao Ben already knows his situation, as long as he can delay for a while, his father will come, and he will definitely reverse the situation and control these two people to death.

"Who are you?" Han Feng didn't answer, but took two steps forward and asked angrily.

"Hehe, I am Cao Yuanhua, the prince of the Southern Wei Dynasty, and my father is the emperor of the Southern Wei Dynasty. Cao Yuanhua sneered, the murderous aura on his face subsided a little, and persuaded loudly.

"Your Southern Wei State sent troops to invade my Great Xia for no reason, and the people of Li suffered and their lives were ruined, how can you sit idly by? You stabbed my father Hanwen, doesn't it have anything to do with my Han Feng? Han Feng Zhengse scolded angrily.

"Oh, it turns out that you are the son of Han Wen, the cultivator idiot on Ziyun Mountain - Han Feng." Cao Yuanhua seems to have heard it a long time ago, and when he heard Han Feng's words, he immediately understood a lot.

"Senior Brother Han, don't talk nonsense, kill him!"

At this moment, Xie Yunting couldn't control it for a long time, the talisman magic weapon Taiji Diagram was destroyed, she wasted a second-grade pill, and she was almost killed by the opponent's fire and thunder talisman.

The Fire Spirit Sword slashed through the air in a long arc and slashed down in anger. Cao Yuanhua hurriedly raised the fire to the sky, and raised the blood light sword in his palm upward, "When!" With the sound of a sword strike, Cao Yuanhua took four or five steps back, stumbled, and almost fell to the ground.

Before Cao Yuanhua could stand firm, a blue light stabbed distractedly, and Han Feng's Qingshuang Sword arrived.

Cao Yuanhua was shocked, his body flashed rapidly, and with a "poof", the tip of the sword picked out a hole on the robe on his chest, and stabbed it against his chest.

"Ahh

Cao Yuanhua knew that he was invincible, he screamed, turned and ran, the spiritual light on his feet protruded, blessed with spiritual power, he walked as fast as flying, and instantly rushed out three or four feet away. Where are Yun Ting and Han Feng willing to put it, they each capture the spirit sword and chase after it.

There was a big river blocking the road in front of him, and Cao Yuanhua could only run down the riverbank.

Han Feng and Xie Yunting, one left and one right, also attached their feet with spiritual power, as if they were off the ground, and flew after them. Less than three miles after chasing, Cao Yuanhua in front of him was already sweating like a spring, panting, and his speed slowed down significantly.

Seeing that the two sides were less than two feet apart and in danger, Cao Yuanhua in front wiped the beads of sweat on his head and gritted his teeth, "Fight!" Cao Yuanhua was secretly ruthless, and his mind began to gather strong spiritual power, and a golden small sword gradually forcibly gathered and formed in the dantian in his abdomen.

"Where to go!"

At this moment, Han Feng stepped up under his feet, rushed one by one, and chased behind Cao Yuanhua, the Qingshuang Sword had just been raised, and Cao Wuhua was on the side, flicking one hand, and a bloody light came to his face.

Han Feng hurriedly stopped to the side, and the Qingshuang Sword slammed outward, "Dang!" With a bang, an object was knocked away, and it turned out to be the blood light sword.

Just when Han Feng was stunned, Xie Yunting had already chased after him. The distance between the two sides in front of him was less than a few feet, and Cao Yuanhua suddenly threw his face back, a miserable white face was covered with beads of sweat, a pair of eagle eyes were full of killing intent, and his mouth suddenly opened, and a golden flying sword blurted out, like a bolt of lightning, shooting directly at Xie Yunting.