"Not good...!"

Feng Le's body was stunned, the distance where the black spirit was petrified was already close!

At this moment, as soon as the petrification is unraveled, the distance between them and the three of them is almost a stone's throw away!

He is an immortal realm, so he is naturally not afraid of these black spirits.

But... Yu Jiao and Xiao Tuanzi.

With the cultivation of the two of them, they can't bear this black spirit!

But at this moment, Fengle is too late to make a move!

Self-protection is already good!

Xiao Tuanzi let out a scream and grabbed Yu Jiao's hand.

In Yu Jiao's hand, the purple thunder jade, the thunder suddenly rushed up...

But this thunder can indeed protect the wasteland, but the number of black spirits is too much.

The purple thunder was swarmed up by these black spirits and all annihilated!

The purple thunder jade in his hand collapsed in an instant!

Feeling the purple thunder jade in her hand collapse, Yu Jiao looked at these black spirits that pounced.

There was a deep despair in his eyes......

But at this moment!

A sword light, shining in this wilderness!

A terrible scream came from the mouths of these black spirits.

With Yu Jiao as the center, those black spirits who rushed up were all in a breath...

All cut off!

Subsequently, the sword qi penetrated into the body and was completely annihilated!

Turned into fly ashes... Dissipate into nothingness.

"This brother be careful, these black spirits will reunite!"

Feng Le also had a gap at the moment, and hurriedly leaned over to Yu Jiao's side, looked at Yan Feng and said.

And at this moment, Yu Jiao was already stunned......

Looking at the back in front of him, he was dressed in white and had a ruby sword in his hand.

Long hair, with a simple tie, scattered casually behind him.

"They won't have a chance to reunite. ”

Yan Feng, his eyes are piercing.

Just now, his sword was already the whirlpool qi that condensed his own dantian!

Once the sword passes, it will be completely annihilated, and it will never be regenerated!

With his own cultivation, it was extremely reluctant to forcibly kill the black spirit of the Immortal Realm.

But if it's mixed with the breath of the whirlpool...

It's a very simple thing!

Yan Feng's figure rushed towards the group of black spirits...

And at this moment, the surprising scene was originally a black spirit who was not afraid at all.

At this moment, when he saw Yan Feng, as if he had seen a natural enemy killing a god, they all hurriedly retreated, for fear of being half a step slower.

"How is that possible...!"

Feng Le originally wanted to go up to help, but when he saw this scene, he was stunned on the spot.

After breaking through the Tower of Babel so many times, Feng Le knows very well...

These black spirits, no matter what kind of people they encounter, will never be afraid.

For example, whether he is a Heavenly Saint cultivating to enter the Tower of Babel, or a current immortal cultivator entering the Tower of Babel.

The black spirit of the first layer, which was no more than the Heavenly Saint level, would not have any fear at all because of Feng Le's cultivation jump!

Will be desperate ... Kill those in sight!

But at this moment, these black spirits are like mice seeing cats, all of them are running wildly, obviously not daring to face this man who suddenly appeared.

Feng Le looked at the harsh wind that slaughtered these black spirits like slaughtering pigs and dogs in the black spirit group, and the more he looked at it, the tighter his brows wrinkled!

Finally, I was stunned...

He recognized Yan Feng.

After all, at that time, Qiao Yang announced that Yan Feng had become his disciple in front of everyone.

At that time, in the main hall, Feng Le, who was a core disciple, was naturally among them.

Although there is only one side, Feng Le still recognizes the Yan Feng at this moment.

When you recognize the moment of the harsh wind...

In Feng Le's mind, a large string of information was suddenly connected.

Previously...

Outside of the Tower of Babel, he couldn't remember seeing Grim Wind appear.

And he was one of the last people to be dragged into the tower by the whirlpool.

That being said...

Severe wind, most likely in the tower!

Feng Le remembered that there was a person in the Tower of Babel who was rushing through the level at that time.

And he asked Murong Xue who that person was, but Murong Xue didn't bird him at all.

Feng Le looked at Yan Feng in the black spirit group, and the more he looked... The more frightened I became, the more terrified I was!

is obviously just an ancestral god, but slaughtering these black spirits is like slaughtering chickens, without the slightest pressure.

And one more thing...

These black spirits that were killed did not reunite again.

That is, to be thoroughly ... Extinguished!

This is also the most terrifying existence of Fengle!

The Black Spirit in the Tower of Babel... He's killed so many, but he's never actually killed one!

Yu Jiao on the side, in her eyes, changed from the initial worry to admiration, to worship...!

The little group beside her kept shouting, obviously also admired by Yan Feng!

In the group of black spirits, thousands of black spirits fled at an extremely fast speed.

The sword in Yan Feng's hand, as soon as the sword fell, a large area of black spirit was annihilated under the sword light, accompanied by a terrible scream!

Of the thousands of black spirits, half of them were killed by the severe wind.

The figure stood, Yan Feng looked at these black spirits who were fleeing, and did not continue to chase.

Instead, he turned around and took a few steps, and the figure came in front of Yu Jiao and the others.

"Brother Yan Feng, it's amazing!

Feng Le, arched his hand and smiled.

Yan Feng glanced at him and nodded slightly: "Why are you here, have all the people in the sect entered this world?"

Feng Le was stunned... But there is a look of enlightenment in his eyes.

He concluded that the one who had rushed through the Tower of Babel before was Yan Feng.

Because the people who were outside the Tower of Babel before knew that what this vortex inhaled was only the people in the black barrier.

And the Tower of Babel will have such a mutation, and this harsh wind... Absolutely inseparable.

There are two people who think of this.

One is Feng Le, and the other is Murong Xue from before.

Only the two of them knew that the person who had broken through in the Tower of Babel before was Yan Feng.

One is where you are, and the other is speculative.

Feng Le said a few words, and soon told Yan Feng about the changes that had occurred in the Tower of Babel before, as well as the whirlpool on the top of the tower.

Yan Feng, after listening to Feng Le's words, naturally understood.

The people who were sucked in by the whirlpool were only thirteen.

Then he looked at Yu Jiao.

"Why did you come to Babel?"

Yan Feng spoke, others came... It's understandable, or curious, or really trying to rush the level.

But Yu Jiao, but the ancient gods, they can't break through to the first floor of the Heavenly Tower!

"I..."

Yu Jiao looked at Yan Feng, but lowered her head, not knowing how to answer.

"Gillian said she was looking for someone!"

Xiao Tuanzi shouted loudly at the moment...

"Looking for someone?"

Yan Feng's brows condensed slightly, and in a moment, he knew what Yu Jiao was thinking.

What Yu Jiao is looking for... It's yourself.

Glancing at Yu Jiao again, Yan Feng looked into the distance.

"Follow me. ”

Leave a word, and walk directly in the direction of the downwind.

"Brother Yan Feng, wait, wait!"

Feng Le hurriedly shouted with a smile and followed in Yan Feng's footsteps.

Yan Feng can slash the black spirit...

Without exception, in this world, he has the ability to surpass others, and he has a more favorable guarantee!

(End of chapter)