As if facing a great enemy, the slowly flowing thick breath on Wu Xie's body suddenly burst out, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, since the hungry wolf has come to the door, then pick up the mallet and beat it.

"What are you afraid of!" exchanging glances with Tan Xuan and Miao Xin, Wu Xie rushed away on tiptoe, "Guard the ink dust, I'll stop them!"

After a lot of cultivation, Wu Xie's strength not only reached the bottleneck of the middle-level general, but also recovered all the losses suffered by the white-veined Jiao, and there were twelve people on the other side, but he did not have the slightest fear, and he had the courage to take the head of the general among thousands of troops.

Those who come are not afraid, and those who are afraid do not come. The twelve uninvited guests burst out one after another, facing the domineering Wu Xie not retreating but advancing, up and down and left and right have their own means, obviously a group of well-trained and tacit team.

Suddenly, the space as silent as ashes was filled with a huge collision sound, and the figures flickered and burst into cheers, and the swords and swords flew everywhere.

Wu Xie's hand-to-hand combat is also very fierce, flashing and moving in the crowd, fists, feet, elbows, and knees have become attack weapons, like a fierce tiger slaughtering back and forth among wolves, and the more he fights, the more brave he becomes.

In terms of individual strength, there are only four high-level Yuan Masters among these twelve people, and the rest are intermediate and junior Yuan Masters, what is surprising is that in the case of such a huge disparity in strength, in the face of Wu Xie's fierce attack, not only did they not fall into the disadvantage, but they also vaguely surrounded Wu Xie, a fierce tiger.

Wu Xie's face became more and more heavy, in the face of this well-trained and tacit team, his attacks became more and more ruthless and fierce, but he just couldn't tear a breakthrough.

The two fists were defeated by the four hands, the sweat of the bean slipped sharply, and Wu Xie's chest rose and fell a little violently.

Holding the sword tightly, Tan Xuan was about to step forward immediately, but was stopped by Wu Xie's shout.

"Go back, keep the ink dust!"

With this first wave of sneak attackers, there will be a second wave, if the other party really wants to kill Zhang Mochen, now is the best opportunity, and no one will let it go.

Tan Xuan's impulse distracted Wu Xie's attention slightly, and when a fierce vitality burst from his back, he had no time to deal with it, and in a hurry, the defense was still taken seriously, and immediately a hot current rushed straight to his throat, but fortunately he was suppressed by death.

After a struggle, the consumption of Yuan Force and the blow he received, Wu Xie's face was a little pale, but his eyes became more and more cold, and he burst out again in the next second when he stabilized his body, blocking those who killed Tan Xuan and Miao Xin.

The two sides were deadlocked, Wu Xie couldn't tear through the cage, and the twelve people couldn't get close to Zhang Mochen for half a step.

A punch shook a high-level Yuan Master back, and Wu Xie was about to completely tear open the encirclement at the right time, however, at this moment, another powerful aura rushed from the darkness in the distance.

This sudden killing aura was not weaker than himself at all, Wu Xie's brows were furrowed together, and what made his heart sink even more was that the target of that aura was not himself, but Zhang Mochen behind him.

Anxious and angry, Wu Xie's fierce tiger went berserk completely, but the iron cage composed of twelve people could not be torn apart at all.

"Block him!"

Wu Xieli snorted, and then rushed to kill again, he needed to get rid of these sticky dog skin plasters as soon as possible.

Where is the need for Wu Xie to remind him, Tan Xuan and Miao Xin's breath erupted violently like a volcanic eruption, and the former took the lead, while rushing up on tiptoe, he swung his sword sideways and shouted with force.

"Cold Moon Slash!"

A cold light appeared in the air, and at the same time as the cold light was extinguished, a giant crescent moon condensed out of thin air. The crescent moon seemed to absorb the glow of the silver moon, and the cold light gradually flourished, and under the background of the blue light in the space, it was even sharper than the sword that could be blown and broken.

'Boom!'

The loud bang came as expected, and the results were both reasonable and somewhat surprising.

It stands to reason that the giant crescent moon was defeated in the collision, and ripples of energy rippled in the air.

Surprisingly, the giant crescent moon is almost undevoid of any resistance to weathering.

A little underestimated the opponent, looking at the still fierce Yuan Qi wave, Tan Xuan's brows furrowed, and a sense of danger of death quickly spread in his heart.

At the moment of crisis, Tan Xuan lost the car to protect the handsome, twisted his body in the air, dodged the vital parts, and was also ready to take the strong and powerful energy wave.

Kicking away a middle-level Yuan Master, Wu Xie turned around and wanted to support, but how could those twelve people let him go, and in less than a second, the encirclement was tightly tied again.

At the critical moment, a thunderbolt resounded through the space, and the soft whip was thrown into the air like lightning, wrapping around Tan Xuan's waist and pulling it back quickly.

Rescued Tan Xuan, Miao Xinliu's eyebrows did not stretch at all, and there was only ice-like coldness in her big black and flickering eyes, and the next moment when she withdrew the soft whip, a soft cry burst out.

"Nine Thunderbolts!"

The soft whip flicked, like lightning flashing, the sound was terrifying, like thunder in the ears, nine thunders and nine flashes exploded one after another, and collided head-on with the fierce Yuan Qi wave.

The continuous huge collision sound completely exploded, the thunder and lightning disappeared in mid-air, and the powerful Yuan Qi wave also lost its rich yellow luster, but Miao Xin's delicate body still flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, leaving a dazzling blood mist along the way.

This Yuan Qi wave is not a simple Yuan Technique at all, but a person, the rich yellow luster tightly wraps his body, it looks no different from the simple Yuan Skill, at the moment when the Nine Thunder Lightning dissolves the Yuan Force attack, Allah is revealed, carrying a punch with unparalleled strength and slamming it on Miao Xin's body.

Stepping on the ground, Tan Xuan jumped up and firmly hugged Miao Xin, who was swaying like autumn leaves in mid-air, but this was obviously not the end, the man in black who exposed his body didn't give any respite at all, and chased after him.

After a short battle, the strength of the two sides was clear at a glance, and this man in black who suddenly came out was only afraid that he was at least a middle-level general. Tan Xuan hugged Miao Xin and fell together, and at the same time blocked his back in front of the man in black.

'Poof!'

The miracle didn't happen, Tan Xuan spewed out a pillar of blood and Miao Xin both fell, and the huge impact smashed the ground into a deep pit.

"Tan Xuan, Miao Xin!"

At this time, Wu Xie's eyes were red, and he smashed the oncoming big knife into pieces with one punch, and rushed towards the man in black in the next second.

This time, the twelve people did not stick to Wu Xie like a dog skin plaster, not to give up, but there was no need for it.

In the process of running, Wu Xie's hands were sealed, and the strong yuan force became stronger and stronger after being tempered by the sky's rage, and a giant wolf was condensed in mid-air and rushed towards the front.

Under the blue light, the thick eyebrows of the man in black were slightly lowered, and Wu Xie couldn't help but become serious after his strength was refined, but this seriousness was just a hint, and in the next second, I saw him give up Tan Xuan and Miao Xin, who had been hit hard, and raised a handful of sand on the soles of his feet, and punched out at the roaring giant wolf.

The fist wind pressed the air, and after the arm was stretched to the limit, this fist wind condensed into a fist shadow the size of a small mountain under the support of the strong Yuan Force.

The fist shadow is like a mountain, the wind is rising, the giant wolf is running, the fangs are tearing the wind, and the two sides are touching each other like a comet hitting the earth in the next second.

The fierce collision splashed a spark-like streamer, but it was all yellow that represented Jin Yuanli. Under the shadow of the fist, the giant wolf let out a terrifying roar, but the thick limbs not only did not advance half a minute, but also slowly retreated.

In mid-air, the giant wolf and the fist shadow collided with all their strength, and on the ground, Wu Xie and the man in black continued to transmit Jin Yuanli out with their arms, whether it was in mid-air or on the ground, the situation gradually fell to the side, Wu Xie's face was pale, sweat had already soaked his whole body, and his giant wolf was also desperately resisting and retreating.

Tan Xuan and Miao Xin stood up strongly, and the rolling vitality was all over their bodies, like a fire that had been extinguished, and it was a pity that the twelve people who had been stalking Wu Xie before had already surrounded them, and the two sides were soon entangled together.

Wu Xie had to fight against the tough man in black alone, Tan Xuan and Miao Xin fought fiercely with the twelve well-trained and tacit masters, whether it was the former or the latter, they had only one purpose, to defend Zhang Mochen, but unfortunately the hope of the three of them was still tightly closed, sitting motionless in place.

When he enters the realm of meditation, he will either be forcibly awakened by others, or he will come out on his own initiative, otherwise, even if the outside world is thunderous and stormy, he will not know anything.

The giant wolf's breath became weaker and weaker, and Wu Xie's face became more and more pale, but he did not give up, and looked at Zhang Mochen with a solemn face while gritting his teeth and insisting.

"Mochen, wake up quickly!"

Maybe it was because of the desperate fight between the two of them, or maybe it was because the twelve people had the playful psychology before the cat ate the mouse, so there was no result, but the playfulness will eventually disappear, and death is the inevitable and only ending of the dying struggle.

Just blasted a middle-level Yuan Master, and another Junior Yuan Master rushed over, if he was in full power, Tan Xuan would have no problem dealing with it, but after being hit by the man in black, his strength was greatly reduced, and after a palm against the junior Yuan Master in a hurry, his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and he took several steps back to stabilize his inertia, and at the same time, although a stream of heat was suppressed, there was still some red liquid sneaking out from the corner of his mouth.

"Stinky boy, aren't you awake yet?"

Tan Xuan's eyes were a little complaining, but in the next second when he stabilized his retreat, he rushed away again without any hesitation.

Bumping into a high-level Yuan Master, a stream of heat rushed to the throat again, Miao Xin and Tan Xuan are both beginner generals, but their strength is slightly weaker, at this time, a trace of blood has already been seen on her round little face, but the eyes that look at Zhang Mochen are still full of great trust.

"I'm not going to let anyone touch a hair of you!"

The teeth were clenched, the soft whip was flung horizontally, and Miao Xin endured the waves in her chest and rushed away again.