"Shepherd's heart, retreat!" the wind evil shouted, clasped his hands, condensed a spiritual light, and threw it out in an instant.

The spiritual light fell, and it was at the place where the two swords fell, which could be condensed and became a spiritual shield. The shield rose and the sword fell, but in a hurry, the momentum of this spiritual shield was too weak. Only two "clicks" were heard, and the spirit shield broke in an instant.

The respite is fleeting, and Mu Xin is trying to turn sideways, and he will miss the blade!

But the Heavenly Rank Sword is already the best in the world, and the sword is injured to kill ordinary people. Mu Xin's cultivation improved by virtue of the formation is already empty, and after a long battle, he has long been exhausted, and his real strength is not enough at this moment.

Neck, blood gushing out! Mu Xin was short of breath and his eyes were dim for a moment.

The wind evil flew down, grabbed Mu Xin, fed the pill with his hand, got up in a wrong step, and turned backwards. At the same time, the palm of his left palm was against the back of his heart, constantly injecting spiritual power. In the right palm, the fingertip spirit needle was spun out, and gradually submerged into the neck of the pastor.

"Leng Cen, take care of Mu Xin!Ming Ling, sweep the formation!" said Leng Ran, and the wind evil slowly let go of Mu Xin and let him lie down. In his hand, the seven-foot long sword suddenly appeared. The wind evil held his sword forward, and the Ming Ling took two steps back, following closely.

"Ye Fengxie, you actually killed the Han family, Han Likong! What about Han Dakang, and you were also killed?" Zhang Jiuhe took two steps forward, revealing a look of disbelief.

The wind was indifferent, his eyes were blank, and his slender body stepped step by step through the dark red earth stained with blood. In his hand, the long sword was raised fiercely and slashed towards Zhang Jiuhe.

"Ye Fengxie, you are so bold! Do you actually challenge the three of us alone?!" Zhang Jiuhe's old face turned red, and even the double swords in his hands slowly attached a thick murderous aura.

"Ye Fengxie, even if you can kill Han Splitkong, it's just a temporary fluke!"

"Just one ground level, dare to challenge the dignity of the heavenly level!"

"Shao Yuan, Zhaoping, do it!"

As he spoke, Zhang Jiuhe leaned forward and stepped forward, his two swords together, and he took the lead.

The wind evil eye wave was slightly red, holding a sword and slashing horizontally, and he actually resisted the heavenly step, and there was no trick.

At this time, Zhang Shaoyuan, Zhang Zhaoping's fist, and sword were also coming.

The wind evil ignored the two of them and rushed straight at Zhang Jiuhe, and at the same time, the knife array floating in the air behind him roared, also rushing towards Zhang Jiuhe.

Zhang Jiuhe's eyes flickered, and he retreated. Feng Evil chased after Zhang Jiuhe, and happened to avoid Zhang Shaoyuan and Zhang Zhaoping's killing moves.

Nine thousand spirit knives chased Zhang Jiuhe directly, and suddenly, they flew straight forward, blocking his way forward. No matter how much he dodged, he couldn't find the mouth of the sword formation.

There is a sword array in front, and there is a wind evil in the back. With the power of the long sword alone, he already knew that fighting alone, he would not have the slightest advantage in this heavenly rank. However, despite having the other two Heavenly Rank helpers, Wind Demon's speed was too fast. Zhang Zhaoping used a short sword, which was already much shorter. Zhang Shaoyuan used his fists, which was even more unattainable.

Now, he finally knew why Han Dakang died at the hands of the Wind Evil.

He doesn't care about anything, he exchanges injuries for injuries, and he fights with his life!

"Ye Fengxie! I have been forced to such a point by you on the third floor of the Heavenly Rank! However, I want to tell you that the Heavenly Rank is never beyond the reach of the Earth Level! A small knife formation, see me break it!" Suddenly, Zhang Jiuhe stopped, his two swords condensed, and he swung out suddenly.

"Shao Yuan, Zhaoping, go all out to break the formation!" Zhang Jiuhe shouted, and the double swords in his hands followed one move after another, constantly swinging.

With one sword and one sword alone, it is naturally impossible to fight against the Wind Evil Nine Thousand Sword Array. However, Zhang Jiuhe's two swords, each sword has endless true qi, and the sword and sword qi are swung out at the same time, naturally bringing out a belt of sword qi.

The sword belt approached the knife formation, like a long dragon smashing into the tiger's den, and actually tore out a big hole.

At the same time, Zhang Shaoyuan and Zhang Zhaoping abandoned the wind evil and rushed straight to the sword formation, and the sword and sword also swung out of the heavenly rank. The momentum is like a violent wind, faintly combined, but in just three breaths, it has nearly destroyed the Bailing Knife.

Feng Xie smiled coldly, retreated backwards, and then turned his right palm to the sky to the center of his eyebrows, and his left hand pointed through the heart, drawing on the dantian, and then gently threw it out towards Zhang Zhaoping, who had the lowest cultivation.

Two spiritual lights suddenly rose, and at the same time, nine spiritual platforms broke out of the ground. The spirit platform was volleyed into the air and suddenly flew above Zhang Zhaoping's head.

Hearing only a "woo boom", the nine spiritual platforms fell together in an instant, and smashed towards Zhang Zhaoping at the same time.

Zhang Zhaoping's face changed drastically, and he rose up, but just as he was about to fall, the long sword that should have been held in Feng Evil's hand suddenly appeared and slashed down.

"Zhaoping!" Zhang Shaoyuan hissed miserably, and no longer cared about the knife formation, he threw a fist at the wind evil.

The spirit sword had been abandoned, and the wind evil punched violently, striking at Zhang Shaoyuan fiercely, fist to fist, and he was also fearless. The only thing that could worry him was for a short time. Wu Mengdan's effectiveness can still last for up to ten breaths, and it is obviously impossible for ten breaths to kill two Heavenly Rank Third Layers who have already killed red-eyed.

"Leng Cen, Ming Ling, take care of Mu Xin!" said that, Feng Xie threw out a few bottles of elixir and threw them to Leng Cen.

Under the frightened gaze of the two, Feng Xie rose up, left Zhang Shaoyuan, and hurriedly flew towards the north.

"Wind Evil!Wait for me!" Luo Mingling shouted, followed by him and Zhang Shaoyuan, and flew up.

"Ye Fengxie, where are you going!" Zhang Jiuhe shouted, broke through the last hundred spirit knives, and chased after him closely.

"Mingling, don't come along!"

"No, I can't let you die alone!"

"Be obedient, I won't die, wait for me!" As he spoke, Feng Xie took out a pill and threw it into his mouth, suddenly speeding up and flying far away.

She hurried to catch up, but she didn't have much of an advantage in speed.

The heavy rain was sudden, pouring down, and the wind evil led the two of them to gallop north, and the water in the eyes of the Ming Ling was shining.

She had finally lost all traces of the Wind Evil.

"Ye Feng Evil!

Zhang Jiuhe shouted, threw out his double swords, and stabbed at the wind evil.

The Wind Evil suddenly stopped, and his originally reddish eyes turned blue.

"Ye Feng Evil, you are really an evil person!" Zhang Jiuhe's eyes opened slightly, and there was a lot of blazing in his anger.

Feng Xie smiled disdainfully, and the spiritual power in his eyes slowly overflowed, floating around him.

I saw him seal with both hands, make nine inexplicable symbols, and throw them towards the azure spiritual fire.

The spiritual fire suddenly boiled and tumbled, like magma. At the same time, the Wind Demon slit open his left palm, forcing out the blue essence blood.

The blood was similar in color to the spiritual fire, but the color was slightly lighter, floating in the air, condensing into blue blood beads.

Feng Xie had a calm and slender brow, and there was no wave in his eyes, and just when the two of them were hesitating, he suddenly soared into the air.

In an instant, blue blood and blue spiritual fire. The wind evil was in the air, his expression was solemn, and he kept spitting out strings of strange spiritual texts from his mouth.

"In the name of the wind, with the blood of the gods, forge the soul seal, cast the spirit! stop the wind, let the rain breathe, burn the body, and ask for the soul!"

Lingwen exited, circling, burrowing into the blue blood light, building thousands of light veins between the spiritual fires. A pale blue light suddenly appeared under Zhang Jiuhe and Zhang Shaoyuan's feet. No matter how the two move, the aperture follows them.

Wind Evil kept making a series of knots in his hands, and the knots were sealed, and his eyes were dark......

One layer of stamping......

Two-layer stamping ......

Three-storey ......

......

Wrapped in blood and fire, the seal transforms suddenly, from a sequence of light beads to spirals, to overlapping quadrangular matrices, to whirlpools, to howling hurricanes......

Just when the ninth layer seal was finally covered, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed, and the hurricane swallowed towards Zhang Jiuhe and Zhang Shaoyuan......

The wind evil smiled indifferently, fell leaningly, and slammed into a large river next to it......

Zhang Jiuhe used his whole body true qi, thinking that he could resist it as easily as last time, but in the heavy rain, he only heard a "bang". Sure enough, the explosion was bursting into the sky with dazzling blue flames. Between the fire and water, a rising light blue mist was formed.