Ling Feng blended into the crowd and stood next to a big man with sparse eyebrows, this big man glanced at Ling Feng strangely, and was puzzled, this person was very angry, but when he saw the black clothes on his body, it should be someone from his own side, so he didn't say anything.

At this time, the changes that have taken place on the battlefield, although the Horcrux used by the old man is extremely wonderful, but with one enemy and three, and the other party also has a Horcrux, the natural strength is not enough, and under the confrontation, the old man will soon be at a disadvantage.

Some of the Ning Mansion generals present obviously knew that something was wrong, and they desperately wanted to help the old man, but they were always surrounded by those black-clothed people, and they didn't dare to move.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe sneered and said, "Second brother, do you really want us to bother to do it, now that we have a chance, if we don't make a decision immediately, I'm afraid we will die even more miserably." ”

The middle-aged and old man in the light mask was colorless at the moment, paused for a while, suddenly stopped, gritted his teeth and said: "I, Ning Er, know that I am sorry for the big boss, and I remembered my previous feelings and spared my child's life." ”

The middle-aged scribe sneered and replied, "How can you say that you were once one of us, how can you say such things now, don't you know the temper of our bounty five brothers, and will let you stay behind?" ”

When the old man heard this, his face changed miserably, and he shouted in a sad voice: "If you want to drive everyone to death, the old man will also leave you to be buried!" As soon as the words fell, he suddenly heard a sizzling sound between his teeth, his body swelled up like an inflated body, and he raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and the elemental power of his whole body rioted.

The wind in the air also raged

"Wind Blade Thousand Slashes!" Slowly spit out from the old man's mouth, a low and hoarse voice, accompanied by a majestic wind pressure that rose to the sky, like a hurricane when the sea storm is coming, and the wind filled the entire courtyard.

"This is a forbidden move that can only be performed by wind elementals who have reached the soul cloud realm, how can you, hey, what you have in your hand? Wind Demon Core, or Soul Cloud Stage? At this time, the middle-aged scribes and the others saw the old man exerting such a terrifying might, and they all looked at each other in shock, holding muskets in their hands, and hurriedly retreated.

In the midst of the raging wind, wind blades glowing with pale cyan light began to appear around the old man.

These incomparably sharp little wind blades, under its instructions, are forming a circle of wind blades, they move very fast, flying in mid-air, making a whistling sound of breaking the sky, this strange wind blade, just from the majestic view, makes people palpitate and chill.

In order to create more wind blades in one breath, this old man formed a wind blade array to achieve the effect of group killing, desperately extracting the elemental power in his body, and when he released the second set of wind blades, his face was already red and purple, trembling all over, and he was shaking.

He has been cultivating the wind element for fifty or sixty years, and at this moment, with the help of this wind system demon core of the Soul Cloud Stage in his hand, he can cast such a wind blade in one go, but compared to the real 'Wind Blade Thousand Slashes', the power is still much worse, but even so, it is enough.

The elemental power in the body has been extracted to the limit, and if you don't release them, I'm afraid that I will have to backfire, and I won't be able to control these wind blades.

"Go!" The old man shouted, waved his hands, and the Dao Wind Blade, as if it had spirituality, shot out wildly in the direction of the crowd he was pointing at, and in an instant, the Wind Blade burst into thousands of fine pieces of light, which caught people's eyes.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!" ……

The small wind blade array composed of wind blades, the wind generally blew over the black-clothed people on the opposite side, including Ling Feng, of course, but he saw the opportunity early, and when the old man shouted angrily, he knew that it was not good, and without saying a word, he used all his strength to use the seven stars to flash out, shouting in his heart that he was hiding in the shadows, and he could also make people jump up and down.

But the others were not as lucky as Ling Feng, and anyone who blocked the way of the wind blade, whether it was a cultivator or an ordinary martial artist, regardless of flowers and trees, mud, stone and iron, when they encountered those wind blades, without exception, they were all shattered.

At least half of the black-clothed men in the compound were attacked by the wind blade, screaming and falling to the ground, seriously injured and killed on the spot.

When the breeze drifts, when it disperses, the courtyard is full of mourning, scattered corpses and broken limbs, everywhere, it is really like Shura hell.

Even the middle-aged scribe let out a long scream, took a few steps backwards, and hit the stone wall behind him, his clothes and pants were completely ruined, falling down, and his whole body was naked, but there was a network of streamers intertwined into a net, and it was close to the armor, which was actually a defensive pseudo-horcrux.

"You have a pseudo-Horcrux amulet?" The old man was remorseful and angry, and his eyes were gloomy.

"A thousand slashes of the wind blade, and a thousand blades of force." The middle-aged scribe showed a look of horror, although because he dodged in time, and had a pseudo-horcrux to protect his body, but there were also a few blood marks on his body, and he clenched his palm, only to feel that his palm was wet, and he didn't know when he had a hand of blood.

Raising his hand, he didn't know when, there was a bloody hole in his palm, which seemed to be stabbed by those wind blades just now.

He looked sideways at the other two soul star powerhouses, and there were several more incisions in one of the hearts, which were very smooth and neat, from the chest to the ribs to the back, the gurgling blood was gushing out, flowing all over the ground, and he had been dead for a long time.

The other stood in front of him, and several wind blades penetrated his body at the same time, and there was no longer any breath, and he couldn't die anymore if he thought about it.

Unexpectedly, the old man's fatal blow actually killed two soul star powerhouses, and it was really incredible.

After the head cast the 'Wind Blade Thousand Slash', the elemental power was exhausted, and the essence of the whole body was also lost, and he fell to the ground with a 'plop', his face was pale, and there was a trace of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyelids were extremely heavy, as if he could close forever at any time.

The middle-aged scribe's eyes rolled, his face showed a hideous voice, and he grabbed the old man's body, and was about to slap it down with a palm to prevent future troubles, when he suddenly heard a clear voice: "What kind of big boss is that, do you still want to die?" ”

The voice was very weird, the voice was fluctuating, as if every time he said a word, he changed a direction, after saying this, he changed dozens of directions, and he didn't know who it was, and he didn't know where it came from, the middle-aged scribe was slightly stunned, and sneered: "Where is the mouse, why don't you come from a first sight, how can you say this?" ”

The voice said lightly: "You dare to touch half of this old man's hair, it will ruin the good things of Young Master Ben, and after he dies, you will die." ”

Hearing this, although the middle-aged scribe sneered, he only felt a cold air rushing to the top of his head in his heart, all because although he knew that the person who spoke was here, he couldn't find it, didn't this mean that this person's cultivation was not below him at all, staring around intently, but his palm stopped on the old man's head.

At this time, he had already remembered the distress message sent by the old five before, it was not that the person had rushed here after killing the old five and them.

At this time, one of his subordinates stepped forward and suddenly said: "Big boss, I see that the person in the dark is tricking you, and you must not have cultivated enough, so you don't dare to show up." ”

The middle-aged scribe glared at him and said angrily: "You know a fart!" The man was shocked, and quickly stepped aside, silent.

But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed to the center of the field, it was Ling Feng, and now it was time to put an end to it, and came behind the middle-aged scribe silently.

The survivors present were deeply shocked by its shape and speed when they suddenly saw this black shadow.

One of the remaining red-faced cultivators in the black-clothed crowd was guarding his subordinates fighting with the guards of the Ning Mansion, when he suddenly saw a person rushing behind their big boss, and couldn't help but roar with grief and indignation, "Big boss, be careful behind your back!" ”

"Who?" The middle-aged scribe turned back violently, wielding the musket with great power, and the powerful soul power in the spear blade slashed towards Ling Feng, but when he heard the sound of the "bell", the musket was bounced away by a layer of silver light, and it failed to hurt Ling Feng in the slightest.

In the stunned expression of the middle-aged scribe, Ling Feng sneered, "Die!" The figure flashed, and a sharp sword conjured with soul power suddenly appeared in his hand, stabbing several large blood holes in his chest and abdomen.

The middle-aged scribe stared at a pair of big eyes, looking at the blood gushing out of his chest, he opened his mouth with great effort, his face was full of unwillingness, and his eyes were full of bloodshots, he never thought that he would die like this.

Throwing the middle-aged man's body aside, Ling Feng turned around, looked at those black-clothed people, and said in a deep voice, "All of you are dead, if you don't want to give up your lives in vain, just leave separately." ”

Seeing that the middle-aged scribe gave a young man his life so easily, everyone was stunned by this scene, and now they heard him ask them to leave, and everyone invariably focused their eyes on those cultivators who could still be masters.

The surviving cultivators glanced at each other, and suddenly raised their arms and shouted, "Kill this thief and avenge the master." ”

These cultivators are all treacherous and slippery guys, if they want to kill Ling Feng, what is it to avenge the family, but there is only Ling Feng present, a soul star powerhouse, as long as they kill him, they can do whatever they want, when the time comes, those things that the masters have not done, won't it cheapen them, this greed together, even if there is a high danger to killing Ling Feng, they have to do it.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Ling Feng's seven-star flash could easily cross a distance of dozens of zhang, and as soon as his mind moved, several figures appeared behind those cultivators one after another, launching a merciless slaughter behind their defenseless back, and no one was spared at all.

Everywhere he passed, there was a dead silence after a scream.

When he returned to his original place, all the cultivators who had this idea in their hearts just now had already collapsed in a pool of blood.

Those black-clothed men who just wanted to riot saw this scene, and then looked at the bloody sword in his hand, it was not anyone, they snorted, and suddenly shouted, "My mother! He ran away without a trace.

With one person running, there were two, three, and more people, and soon, all the people in black here were running clean.

(End of chapter)