Ling Yun followed Feng Wu's body as fast as lightning, constantly scurrying through the crowd. Xiahou Han was stopped by many geniuses in the rear and became a thorn in everyone's side. One after another, the fighting qi condensed into a ball and blasted towards his body. The people of the Xiahou family immediately scattered in all directions, their bodies were violent, and they opened fire on the people who came in their way. Escorting Xiahou Han to the Tianyuan Secret Realm, suddenly, there were corpses all over the ground, and the blood stained the originally golden passage.

"Childe, go in quickly, and the people behind you will be handed over to us. Zheng Sheng, a young man in a gray robe from the Xiahou family, said.

"Well, then please, brothers. Xiahou clenched his fists, and continued to sweep inward without slowing down.

Although the strength of the Xiahou family is strong, they can't withstand the attack from the rear, and there are still many people who have crossed the defense of the Xiahou family and come to Xiahou Han's body to attack him. In this way, it greatly delayed Xiahou Han's time to advance. It created an opportunity for Ling Yun and Feng Wu in the rear.

Xiahou Han's eyes were cold, and when the paper fan shook slightly, the Dao Dao fighting spirit flashed out, cutting the throats of many people around him, and a large number of corpses fell to the ground. At this moment, the pretty boy seems to have become a bloody demon god. Whoever stands in his way will die.

Ling Yun and Feng Wu seized the opportunity, their bodies swept out like lightning, and they rushed to Xiahou Han's side in just a moment. Feng Wu's eyes twitched, he didn't even look at Xiahou Han, and ran straight inside. Xiahou frowned, and an extremely fierce fighting spirit struck out from the feather fan and slashed towards Feng Wu's head.

Feng Wu sneered, drew the big knife on his back, and slashed away the fighting spirit. "Huh?" Xia Hou snorted coldly, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Feng Wu met his eyes, and two lightning rays met in the air, and they both turned into nothingness. After the blow, Feng Wu withdrew like lightning, and the big sword shook several figures in front of him. The figure disappeared from the crowd in an instant.

Xiahou was stunned for a moment, and was about to chase after him, but several figures behind him had already crossed over. The guns, knives, and clubs were split into several directions, and they all struck his body together. Xia Houhan snorted coldly again, and it seemed that everyone regarded him as a soft persimmon. The paper fan in his hand flew and fluttered, and several red petals spun out drippingly, quickly piercing the heads of more than a dozen people behind him with a strange trajectory. The bodies of more than a dozen people exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The large number of geniuses who came up from the rear stopped their tracks, and for a while, no one dared to step forward again, realizing that the handsome boy in front of him was definitely not a master to be messed with.

Ling Yun was still running around in the rear, and naturally he was attacked by a large number of geniuses between advancing and retreating, and the cold snow spear kept rolling, as if it had turned into a white spirit snake, harvesting one fresh life after another. Xue Yao and the disciples of the Nine Shadows Sect followed him closely. With a slight movement of her lips, a large piece of light magic formed a white light shield, shrouding Ling Yun's head.

In just a moment, Ling Yun swept in front of Xiahou Han. Ling Yun frowned, not wanting to have a hard time with Xiahou Han. The figure flashed, taking advantage of his attention to others, ready to quietly drill through.

Xia Houhan's brows furrowed, and he immediately felt that someone around him wanted to take advantage of the loophole, and a paper fan swept towards Ling Yun.

Ling Yun's body seemed to have turned into a big swallow, avoiding Xiahou Han's attack, and getting farther and farther away from his body. Xiahou frowned, and shouted violently: "Stinky boy, if you dare to go forward, I will split you alive." ”

Ling Yun sneered and ignored his threat, and Xiahou was furious and gave up the others to attack Ling Yun specifically. The spear and the tip of the fan collided slightly.

With a "bang", a little explosion, a wave of fighting qi flickered and opened, turning into a halo. Ling Yun and Xia Houhan stood on both sides, looking at each other.

At this time, the people of the Nine Shadows Sect and Xue Yao had already been killed, and the masters of the Xiahou family were fighting with them. Ling Yun turned his gaze and slowly looked around. The surrounding shouts are killing the sky, not only this passage, but also the one next door. The ten-zhang golden crow under the Huoming seat roared, and every time it flapped its wings, a large number of people turned into charcoal.

"Huh, where is his Qingluan?" Ling Yun glanced at him and found that Xiahou Han's Qingluan was not by his side. Rather, at the beginning of the golden channel, the stability of the golden channel is stabilized.

"Who are you?" Xiahou narrowed his eyes slightly, and the paper fan shook gently.

"You don't care who I am, just let me go through here. Lingyun pointed forward with his spear and said loudly.

"Let you go, are you crazy about the treasure, this entry point is opened by my Xiahou family as much as possible, you still want to go before me, and ask me if I agree with this soul leaving fan. Xia Hou smiled mockingly, and when the paper fan rotated slightly, a fierce murderous aura rushed out.

"Then it's not just about fighting?" Ling Yun slammed his feet on the ground of the passage, his body swept up, and he stabbed straight into the throat. The paper fan in Xiahou Han's hand turned slightly, and a large piece of red petals spread out, enveloping his body up and down.

Ling Yun's body was like a swimming fish constantly shuttling among the petals, and the Nine Xuan Dou Qi surged out from his body like a sea bursting its banks. Perfectly combined with the cold snow spear in his hand, Jiuxuan's fierce and domineering energy burst out from the tip of the spear, striking the petals that surrounded him. As soon as the white scales on the Cold Snow Spear were stimulated by the Nine Xuan Dou Qi, they would involuntarily open up, invisibly adding to the power and lethality of the Cold Snow Spear.

Lingyun's spear stretched forward, carrying unparalleled strength, striking open the petals in front of Xiahou Han's body and stabbing towards his body. Xia Hou smiled, his clothes fluttering, and his long hair fluttering.

A little bit of the cold snow spear was fingered, and the body of the cold snow spear was slightly cocked, and the Nine Xuan Dou Qi attached to it was instantly shocked into nothingness.

Ling Yun's body trembled, and the energy in that finger seemed to hit his body through the cold snow spear. His body involuntarily sank downward, and the Nine Xuan Dou Qi in his body was strangely blown away.

Ling Yun was taken aback, this Xiahou Han was worthy of being a genius disciple from a hidden family, not only was his own strength extremely strong, but also extremely demonic. Every move and style on the whole body is weird, much weirder than Feng Wu, Kongyang Holy Son, and even Tu Tian. l

Ling Yun temporarily avoided Xiahou Han's attack with a horizontal spear, and the cold snow spear stabbed at the Xiahou family disciples next to him, sharing the pressure for the disciples of the Nine Shadows Sect and Xue Yao. Between the spears entering and leaving, the Nine Xuan Dou Qi burst out again, directly breaking through the Dou Qi shield on the body of a Xiahou family disciple and penetrating his throat. The disciple of the Xiahou family screamed miserably and fell to the ground.

"Looking for death, where to put this son. The paper fan in Xiahou Han's hand shook again, and the figure with an angry face shook and struck at Ling Yun's back.

Countless pink petals swirled around him. set off him like a fairy god descending into the world.

The cold snow spear in Ling Yun's palm bent extremely much, and the scales flew up, piercing the pink petals that rotated upward. Slammed into the golden passage.

At the same time, on another golden channel, Huo Ming drove the ten-zhang golden crow to kill all directions. Countless geniuses were burned to charcoal, and no one dared to step forward for a while, so he could only delay his progress with a fighting spirit in the distance. The roar of fire was repeated, and the fiery red giant axe in his hand slashed in all directions, constantly blocking the fighting qi that came from all directions.

Suddenly, a ten-zhang giant sword soared into the sky, casting a sword path phantom in mid-air. The moment the giant sword soared into the sky, hundreds of sword qi overflowed and stood on both sides. A black figure swept into the air, stepping on the greatsword and galloping towards the fire. Hundreds of sword lights swirled around him and the giant sword. This person is the person who fought with Xiahou Han in Cangliang Mountain before.

"Chen Tianyong. Huo Ming's eyes flashed, and a hint of jealousy appeared in his eyes. Although this fire roar is also a foreign race in the wilderness, Chen Tianyong's name has also heard of this Yunlin wizard. Legend has it that after coming to the wasteland, this person did not explore the secret realm, but specifically found someone to challenge. And the targets of the challenge are all young heroes from the native alien races of the wasteland.

And this person never shows mercy under the sword, and the alien heroes who have been challenged by him have died under his sword nine times out of ten. It's just that this Chen Tianyong is very good at escaping, and many old antiques in different races want to seek revenge on him, but after he kills people, he runs away without a trace. There is nowhere to find him, so that many old monsters in the alien race hate him so much that they are helpless.