The sharp chirp rang out, and the little finch pierced through the dark demonic qi and appeared in the low air, its sharp beak opened, and dark red energy balls erupted from it.

Just left the beak, but the size of a mung bean, leaving the beak, when it encountered the air, it rose in the wind, swelled to the size of Wen Chuanting's fist, and smashed down with a whistling.

In that direction, Hao Ran is where Old Man Hong fell!

The thunder exploded, the boom continued, the dust was filled, and the powerful shock wave dispersed, centered on the place where it fell, spreading to all directions, and the giant beasts that were rampage in the panic had no time to dodge, and they were blown into the air, and their strong and huge bodies were shattered in the flying, mixing with dust and blood.

The energy balls erupted one by one, smashing on the ground in a row, forming continuous waves of air, broken flesh and blood, and white bones stained with dust, which were crushed and shattered in waves of air, turning into dust, mixing with dust, forming waves of black and red waves, spreading around.

A powerful wave of air blew from a distance, away from the center of the explosion, and the panicked, scattered behemoths were swept away by the wind and waves, and sped off into the distance at twice the speed of their own running.

The sharp chirp sounded again, in addition to the smashing giant beasts that had endured the unwarranted disaster, the scarlet eyes of the scattered giant beasts showed the slightest sign of struggle, and the sharp cries continued, and the scarlet in the eyes shook endlessly, constantly destroying the fear in the hearts of the giant beasts and suppressing their weak spiritual intelligence.

"That finch is the leader, and he can control this group of huge beasts!" Seeing the panicked giant beasts slowly regain their order, from the rout of scattering and fleeing to order, and returning from the rout in all directions, Wen Chuanting's heart was awe-inspiring.

Before he could react, an angry roar came out from the center of the explosion, and the old man Hong's clothes were in tatters, and he flew out in a very embarrassed manner, hidden in the diffuse flying dust, he roared angrily, howled, and his arms that could not be covered by his tattered clothes were bent towards his chest, and his hands were attached together as if they had a strong suction.

With a roar, the hands were laboriously pulled apart, and the surrounding wildly boiling smoke and dust surged between the hands, the explosion of the air waves, the powerful qi absorbed in the center of the hands, collided wildly at this moment, the whistling sound carried the whistling of the air flow friction, and the surging air flow in the opposite direction rubbed out electric sparks, which were connected to the hands of the old man Hong's curved claws one foot apart, and set off him like the thunder god who controlled the thunder.

The ten-fingered bent hands are slowly stretched outward, the distance between one foot is constantly lengthening, and the dust absorbed from the center of the hands forms a sphere, which rotates rapidly like a crazy spinning top, constantly deformed under the pull of both hands, and the rotating and rolling sphere is forced to stretch and rotate outward with both hands as the axis.

Sparks of electric light spread across his hands, extending between his hands to the long, frantically spinning object.

"That's a sword!"

The moment he saw the long object, Wen Chuanting's brows jumped, and he instantly understood it clearly, even if he didn't see the extremely fast rotating object.

"A long sword with dust condensed in the sky!"

Reaffirmed in his heart, under his scorching gaze, Old Man Hong crossed his shoulders with both hands, reaching a distance of three feet, no longer expanding outward, the object that rotated wildly between his palms faintly roared, and his right hand reached out, steadily probing into the spiral air flow brought up by the rotation.

Lightning flickered, and a small crackling sound drowned out the whistling air currents.

The palm of his hand grabbed the black shadow that was turning wildly in the spiral air flow, and with a shock, the air flow dissipated, and a three-foot long sword with a faint electric light rotating and flowing appeared in his hand, and the long sword erected high exuded an earthy yellow light.

The old man Hong, with a white beard and an embarrassed appearance, at the moment when he held the long sword, bloomed with a sharp edge that he had never seen in his impression, a sharp momentum, a madness that cut through everything, an earthy yellow long sword, a thick and calm, and a momentum that suppressed everything complemented the edge, without the slightest sense of disobedience.

The wind is whistling, the air waves are roaring, the direction that the old man Hong is facing is calm, like the waves split by a towering mountain, on both sides, there is still a wild surge of air, whistling again and again.

The erected long sword slowly drooped, forming a straight line with the arm, pointing downward, Hao's head was raised, and his vicissitudes of life were shining with fierce light, looking straight at the finch that was crying again and again, and did not forget to spit out dark red energy balls.

A loud roar, cutting gold and breaking stones, this is a signal. The slowly incendiary wings of the finch were rapidly stirred up at the moment of crying, and the wings that flew up and down left a series of afterimages.

Extremely concerned about Wen Chuanting, he faintly saw that the corners of Old Man Hong's mouth were slightly raised, and the left nostril was obviously expanded at that moment.

Slowly, step by step, stepping in mid-air, the other foot slowly followed, Old Man Hong seemed to be stepping on a solid stone ladder, slowly rising with his footsteps.

Slowness, like to a finch that flapps its wings so quickly that it leaves an afterimage. Without a reference, the speed at which the turtle crawls may be the normal speed.

Step by step, and when the finch formed a faint black line beside Old Man Hong, he stopped taking a step, and just stopped in the air steadily, without looking around, let alone nervously looking back, the long sword pointing down obliquely was naturally raised, stabbing slowly straight ahead, cutting off the black lines one by one.

"Bang!"

Without warning, the long sword that pierced directly was already shot diagonally, the antelope hung its horns, there was no track, an afterimage, and a miserable roar. The stagnant old man Hong took a sharp step and chased closely behind the finch that was slapped away. In situ, a clear figure remains.

The sharp sword momentum turned into a yellow light wheel, and in the center, a small gray finch rolled, and a pair of wings quickly incited, colliding with the long sword that turned into a light wheel, making a sound of gold and iron colliding.

On the ground, just scattered, surrounded by the giant beasts that were organized again by the cry of the birds, Wen Chuanting could no longer live the battle above, facing a pair of scarlet eyes, the green blade in his hand was as fast as lightning, and the Dao sword qi burst out, and the other hand was also not idle, bending his fingers and flicking, the sword qi rolled, forming a storm, and encircled the giant beasts in the storm.

The fierce sword qi, the sword intent that crushed everything and tore everything, swept through the group of giant beasts, blood and flesh flying, howling and screaming intertwined.

This is the battlefield, the ruthless battlefield, you fight to the death, ask Chuanting If she wants to live, she can't take care of life, no matter how bright and fresh she is.

Giant beasts, giant beasts with scarlet eyes, controlled by finch, irrational giant beasts, they have lost their sense of pain, their nostalgia for life, their heads, they see death as home! Ignoring the front and tail in front of them, they fall in front of them and fall into small size, like ants holding toothpicks to their predecessors, one after another howling this crazy surge, claws and hooves smashing, teeth gnawing, heads banging, tails sweeping.

Crazy, bloody, and fierce.

No one noticed that in the sky above, black clouds covered the sun, and the center of the demonic energy tumbling did not make a strange sound, let alone the demonic energy streamers that were like dragons dancing wildly.

Under the cover of darkness, the space silently cracked open, revealing a little bit of pale red light, and under the cover of the pitch-black demonic energy, it was released without publicity.

One foot stepped out abruptly, followed by a thick leg, and then a tall figure appeared, squeezing out of the small opening.

The dark clothes wrapped the muscular body, the rough face hung a faint smile, and the sharp copper bell eyes were also blooming with joy.

The big man stepped over the opening, swept his eyes slightly with joy, the scene in the air and the ground was in full view, his brows furrowed slightly, a cold snort seemed to squeeze out of his nostrils, and his gaze moved to a white jade altar with a diameter of one foot in his hand.

Unexpectedly, as soon as a weapon was recovered, someone rushed to give gifts!"

His eyes swept to the ground rolling flesh and blood, swept over the dead corpses, the severely wounded and dying bodies, the still struggling corpses, the fierce and frantic living beasts, and the eyes on the finch that was trapped in the yellow light wheel and struggling desperately, he didn't care at all that he was talking about the person who was in a hurry to give the gift, not the beast.

With a flick of his fingers, the hard nails hit the white jade altar, making a crisp glass sound.

"Since you've caught up, let me see your power!"