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"Poof!"

The two spirit stones in his hands suddenly turned into powder. At the same time, the arm was raised, and the iron rings collided with each other and made a "clang" sound, and without thinking about it, he blasted out to the top of his head.

"Buzz!"

With his movements, two circles of white qi waves erupted from the iron ring on his arm first, and collided towards the yellow talisman in the sky.

However, before the white wave of qi could get close, it was incinerated into nothingness by the flames emitted from the talisman.

The yellow talisman did not pause in the slightest, and continued to fall, and in the blink of an eye, it was already three feet above his head, and the flames were about to touch his heavenly spirit.

"Hah!"

The lean man let out a loud shout, and mana rolled into his hand.

I saw that his fists became larger, turning into the size of a casserole, and a flesh-colored light rose into the sky, and the talisman and the yellow flames emitted were finally resisted in mid-air.

"Humph!"

The yellow-robed woman snorted coldly, and when she reappeared, she was already standing in mid-air. It bit the tip of its tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, all of which merged into the yellow talisman.

Suddenly, the yellow mangs of the talisman rose sharply, like a bright little sun. Under a huge spiritual pressure, a yellow flame that was more than twice as powerful once again gushed out, and it was directly suppressed towards the lean man.

"Boom!"

The lean man didn't have any strength to resist at all, and he was drowned in flames.

The yellow flames burned for four or five breaths before they all dissipated.

At this moment, the yellow-robed woman stretched out her hand, and the talisman fell into her hand, and her figure jumped and stood firmly on the ground.

Looking at the location of the lean man just now, only a large scorched black pit two feet deep was left, and there was no trace of it.

At this time, Xing Wu had already forced the short boy to the corner of the formation light curtain, laughed at this time, and blasted his head with a punch.

As the short boy retreated, his hands waved like lightning, and a black net of light suddenly condensed in front of him.

"Wave!"

But how could that light net stop Xing Wu's meat fist comparable to Mount Tai, and it broke directly.

The short boy was smashed into the air again by a fist wind, and his body was like a kite with a broken string.

"Die!"

Xing Wu shouted, and before the short boy landed, he appeared three feet in front of him, and at this time, a whip leg slashed towards him.

"Whew!"

Before the whip leg fell, a strong wave of qi began to roll up. If Xing Wu's blow is implemented, I am afraid that the short boy's body will explode directly.

At this time, the short boy's eyes were already showing despair, knowing that under this blow, he would definitely die.

However, at the last moment, a ghostly black shadow suddenly appeared between the two. It was the black-robed figure in mid-air.

Xing Wu's leg swept over, originally to kick the short boy's waist ribs, but because of the appearance of this person, he was blocked by life.

In a fit of rage, he kicked directly at the man's head.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

His teeth clenched, and his strength increased by three points.

Seeing that he was about to kick this person's temple, a sinister color appeared on Xing Wu's face.

But in the next moment, the black-robed figure raised his head slightly, and his face hidden in the cloak seemed to just glance at him.

"Boom!"

Xing Wu's figure suddenly flew upside down dozens of zhang away, and smashed directly into the earth.

At this point, the black-robed figure withdrew his gaze and turned to point at a miasma of smoke in the distance.

Under his finger, the miasma of smoke froze instantly.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, a black shadow came out like lightning. It wasn't until he landed ten feet away that he stood firm, and this man was the assassin with a soft sword.

However, at this time, although his eyes were still cold, his breath fluctuated all over his body, and his breathing was slightly short.

Seeing this, the black-robed figure closed his palm and stood in the air.

Looking at the solidified black smoke in the distance, it squirmed again, and finally condensed into five demon souls, suspended beside a young Dao.

Dongfang Mo had already been ignited to kill the assassin, but he didn't expect that even if he used the Demon Suppression Diagram, plus his many methods, it would still be difficult to kill the assassin in a short time.

At this time, he noticed that someone had interrupted him, and his heart was originally shocked and angry. But when he looked up, he found that the person who shot was the black-robed figure, and he forcibly pressed down after killing him.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you!"

At this moment, only an angry roar was heard in the distance.

Dongfang Mo turned his head to look, and saw Xing Wu's burly figure rushing out of a big pit. Fang Yi stood firmly, his body trembled continuously, his dark skin flashed with a red light that was sometimes strong and weak, and his rough face began to become hideous.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo suddenly thought that when Xing Wu had not yet cultivated, if he was angry, it would cause a kind of madness in his body, and his strength would skyrocket several times out of thin air.

But at this moment and that time, this black-robed figure is at least in the infant realm, even if his strength skyrockets tenfold, or even a hundred times, he is not this person's opponent.

So without the slightest hesitation, his figure turned into a blue light and appeared in front of Xing Wu. After putting away the immortal root, he took off the bell on his waist, and the mana rolled into it, shaking violently at Xing Wu's ear.

"Jingle bell!"

A crisp and pleasant sound came out, washing directly in Xing Wu's sea of knowledge.

"Ahh

But under the bell, Xing Wu still burst into tears, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes when he looked at Dongfang Mo. His fists were clenched, and the muscles in his arms were like tightened steel ropes, and he slammed into him with a punch.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed greatly, and his free left hand hurriedly grabbed a tortoise shell from his waist, and he was about to sacrifice it.

However, as soon as Xing Wu's arm was raised, he suddenly paused, and when he looked at Dongfang Mo, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

Dongfang Mo's heart was beating wildly, and the movements of his left hand also stopped slightly.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The only thing that could be heard at this time was Xing Wu's heavy breathing.

In this way, in Dongfang Mo's nervousness, Xing Wu's trembling body began to slowly stop, and the red light on his body gradually faded.

At this point, Dongfang Mo breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately, this guy didn't have six relatives who didn't recognize him.

"It's kind of interesting!"

In the distance, the black-robed figure kept staring at the scene in front of him, especially when he saw Xing Wu's state just now, even he was a little surprised.

This kid's strength was originally much higher than that of his peers, but the situation just now was a bit similar to a kind of supernatural ability unique to a powerful race, called madness.

If this is the case, I am afraid that this kid's strength will increase several times out of thin air, this kind of talent is simply incredible.

But he was just amazed, and then put his mind away. Now at the critical moment, no matter how talented this kid is, he is just a chess piece.

So he spoke:

"Okay, there are only five people left, and they can't be killed."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo put away the bell and tortoise shell, and turned to look at the black-robed figure, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

But when his gaze inadvertently swept over the assassin in a night suit not far away, a hint of sternness flashed across his face.

And the assassin's eyes were still the same cold, just glanced at Dongfang Mo lightly, and then stopped looking. It seems that nothing can arouse the fluctuations of his mood. doesn't like things, doesn't feel sorry for himself, doesn't have any feelings, just like a puppet born only for assassination.

In the distance, the yellow-robed woman took in everyone's expressions, and turned to glance at the short boy who was not lightly injured.

The latter looked over as if he had sensed something, and the two nodded without a trace.

"Tell me, what the hell is your conspiracy?"

Xing Wu finally recovered, patted the dust on his body at this time, looked at the black-robed figure and spoke.

"Hehe, if I have any conspiracy, you will find out next."

I only heard the black-robed figure say lightly. After speaking, I saw him wave his hand.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes went dark, and at the same time, they felt that the sky was spinning.