The north-leaning wind and the south Lingxuan retreated at the same time, naturally not for rest, but-

I saw that the two of them operated the aura at the same time, and when the momentum started, the aura was surging, and soon, the fourth move of the eight fists, Huang Quan, and the Nine Palace Array attacked Wen Qian at the same time.

Seeing that the two powerful energies were just avoiding Donghuang Yu, one left and one right towards him, Wen Qian finally panicked, and even the moves in his hand were messed up.

And this was giving Dong Huangyu a chance, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, completely out of the attack range. Despite this, his offensive did not stop, and he saw that the imperial soul in the air did not retreat but advanced, striking the pitch-black disc with all his strength.

The Emperor's Soul Strike was down at the same time as the Eight Fists and the Nine Palace Array, not to mention that Wen Qian was hit by two powerful forces, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, the whole person flew out, and even the disc in the air disappeared entirely, including the axe that attacked Xiao Wing and the giant wolf.

In the mess, Wen Qian's face was already distorted in pain, he struggled to get up, but he fell to the ground again, and in the end, he could only kneel on one knee, support the ground with one hand, and keep panting.

Despite this, no one will sympathize with him, and the three people of the North Wind are coming forward at the same time, and the tiger wolf who has lost their opponent is also surging.

"Brother Yan, come and help me!"

couldn't resist it, Wen Qian shouted for help.

Not far away, the big bow hit Liu Kun with two arrows in a row, Yan Rong was full of spirits, he thought that he would win this battle, but he heard Wen Qian's urgent cry for help.

"Damn!"

Yan Rong changed color, looked at Wen Qian, who was hanging by a thread in the distance, and then looked back at Liu Kun, who was still able to fight back although he was hit by an arrow, and expected that he would not be able to kill Liu Kun in a short time, afraid that everyone would besiege him after Wen Qian's death, Yan Rong decisively chose to help Wen Qian.

The fire bow shot a few arrows in a row, blocking the pace of several people in the north-leaning wind, Yan Rong followed closely behind, quickly blocked in front of Wen Qian, looked back at Wen Qian's embarrassed appearance, Yan Rong asked, "Are you okay?"

"I can't die yet!"

Wen Qian's breathing returned to a smooth level, and his body had adjusted to the pain, so he stood up strongly.

"I was careless this time, I didn't expect them to have such strength!"

Forcefully walked to Yan Rong's side, Wen Qian directly put his hand on Yan Rong's shoulder, wanting to find a support point and not let himself stand too hard.

Yan Rong only felt a heat on his shoulders, and suddenly remembered Yan Rong's other apprentice, Ding Jia, and with a sigh in his heart, he directly knocked off Wen Qian's hand.

"Stay away!"

Yan Rong looked disgusted, and quietly moved to the other side, but always stood side by side with Wen Qian.

Wen Qian's hand was knocked down, and he was embarrassed:

"I really didn't expect that Brother Yan and I lived and died together, and it has come to this point, Brother Yan, you will still dislike me so much. ”

"That's it!"

Wen Qian waved his hand, staggered two steps forward, and said:

"It seems that only after these people are dead, Brother Yan will believe me!"

Speaking of this, Wen Qian summoned the fairy sword again, and said without replying: "You and I work together to kill the thief first, how about it?"

"That's great, it's exactly what I want!"

Seeing Wen Qian so frank, Yan Rong's face was a little unnatural, and he also took a step forward, but he never handed over his back to Yan Rong.

"Brother Yan followed, go first!"

Wen Qian's slanted eyes swept Yan Rong behind him, and rushed straight to the north.

At this moment, Wen Qian seemed to have forgotten about life and death, even though he was seriously injured, he did not hesitate at all, but rushed forward with all his strength.

Seeing this scene, Yan Rong thought thoughtfully, is this really the Wenqian in his memory?

The more this was the case, the more suspicious Yan Rong became, so he didn't step forward to help, just stared at Wen Qian, lest he make any strange moves.

With all his body and mind on Wen Qian, Yan Rong unconsciously forgot about the others, and he didn't even see the surprise on the faces of the few people opposite-

It was a pitch-black long whip, and its material was the same as the disc, and at this moment, a few people knew that there were not five weapons on Wen Qian's natal disc, but six.

The long whip suddenly appeared behind Yan Rong like this, Yan Rong had been bound by it before he even noticed it, and it was getting tighter and tighter, when Yan Rong noticed it, he couldn't get out of the long whip, and he could only use all his strength to break free from the shackles of the long whip......

At the same time, Wen Qian changed direction in an instant, and he rushed straight towards Yan Rong, much faster than he had just rushed towards the northward wind.

"Ahh

Yan Rong shouted, and finally broke the long whip with all his immortal power, but he didn't even have time to breathe, he only felt a pain in his heart, and Yan Rong couldn't breathe anymore.

Looking down, one hand had sunk into his body, Yan Rong could feel that his heart was being grabbed by this hand, and that hand seemed to be pulling his heart out, until it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, and his strength was constantly draining, and his heart was being taken away by that hand.

"Wenqian, humble ...... Despicable, shameless...... Shameless villain...... You...... You ......"

It's easy to lower your head and it's hard to raise your head, Yan Rongqiang raised his head, looked at Wen Qian, who was still laughing, and without saying a word, his eyes could no longer be opened.

"Don't worry, I will help you kill all these people, the world in this world is still your Yan room, you can rest in peace!"

Completely absorbing Yan Rong's power, Wen Qian took out his hand and let Yan Rong's body fall to the ground, but only wiped his bloodstained hands.