The second prince came back to his senses at this time, and he hurriedly said to the four strong men: "Don't mess around, don't kill him, leave him alive!"

The brute knife is fast and the wind is not cool and looks at the second prince coldly, and said: "Second prince, I have my own measure in this, please rest assured!"

After saying this, Feng Wuliang took out his big knife and pointed at Ling Xiaoye: "Boy, I haven't met such an arrogant junior for a long time, I'll open your eyes, how can it be called a strength gap, how can it be called despair!"

Without waiting for the second prince to speak, this Feng Wuliang drew his sword and slashed out violently.

The broadsword cut horizontally, cutting through the void and hissing low, and then a sky-breaking power broke out of the sky from the broadsword, like a meteor, swift and bright.

Woohoo!

Ling Xiaoye's gray right eye saw the true face of this majesty, it turned out to be a domineering force, condensed into a faint phantom sharp knife, which was breaking through the air.

It happened that there was a seriously injured ghost foot Xiang Lingzi in his hand, Ling Xiaoye didn't say a word, and directly threw this old man over, impartially, Xiang Lingzi blocked the way of the phantom sharp knife.

Poof!

The Phantom Sharp Knife directly cut the Ghost Foot Xiang Lingzi in half, and suddenly a red rain fell in the sky.

And the brute knife was fast and the wind was attacking without coolness, but it did not stop, and continued to pounce on Ling Xiaoye.

Ling Xiaoye was not in a hurry, floating in mid-air, running the Immortal Golden Body Battle, and resisting this attack.

Bite!

The illusory sword intent attack hit Ling Xiaoye's golden shield, but it only sparked a little, and then there was no more.

Seeing this, the brute knife was fast and the wind was cool, and his face showed a hint of surprise, and then it turned into a solemn expression.

The move just now, although it is not a trick to press the bottom of the box, is powerful enough to cut off a small mountain bag.

But Ling Xiaoye not only used Xiang Lingzi to slow down the sword intent attack, but also directly resisted the attack, which was completely beyond the ability of a Illusion God Realm martial artist.

Suddenly, an inexplicable fear rose in his heart, and he asked, "Who are you?"

Ling Xiaoye smiled and replied, "Didn't the second prince tell you my name?"

"You're the one who is dying, there's no need to know your name now!"

When Feng Wuliang saw Ling Xiaoye's answer like this, he no longer inked, but made a bold move.

Ling Xiaoye did not passively defend this time, but took the initiative to attack, he now remembered what the dragon said, don't stick to the past exercises, but focus on the new tricks he has learned.

The Black Dragon Night Wind taught Ling Xiaoye a few tricks of the Dragon Clan's exercises, one of which was called the Roar of the Wind, which was an exercise to perceive the Dao of the wind.

He had also seen before, the Illusion God Realm and the Spirit Mirror Warriors had cast similar wind spells, which were fast and flexible, using the power of the wind, or cutting, or impacting, and slashing, and so on.

In short, the most important thing about the wind system exercises is the sudden launch, which catches people off guard.

Although Ling Xiaoye hadn't cultivated deeply a few times, now was a good opportunity, facing such a strong enemy, it was simply a good time to temper himself.

He used his phantom body to dodge the slash of Feng Wuliang's sword intent attack, and at the same time recited the law to condense the power of the wind.

This kind of external power is obviously not as good as the power that Ling Xiaoye has in his own body, and it still needs a little time to condense.

So Ling Xiaoye seemed to have no power to fight back, just trying to dodge.

Feng Wuliang saw that Ling Xiaoye was hiding in Tibet, and he didn't confront him head-on at all, and his heart was a little unhappy, so he had a little more strength and wanted to quickly solve this battle.

After more than a dozen rounds, Ling Xiaoye felt that the power of the wind in his hand was almost there, and he could attack.

His right eye is still gray, but behind the gray, there is a hint of purple gold.

Through his right eye, Ling Xiaoye had already seen this windy and cool body technique, as well as the trajectory of the knife intent, very clearly, and also predicted the possible next move and travel path of this person.

Suddenly, Ling Xiaoye urged the power in his hand, and several cyclones visible to the naked eye twisted together, vaguely forming a dragon shape, roaring out.

The hundred-zhang range centered on Ling Xiaoye could all feel the terrifying power of this dragon-shaped cyclone, and they could also hear the roar of the dragon-shaped cyclone.

"Not good!"

The remaining three Lin Dao Realm powerhouses, they originally thought that Ling Xiaoye would definitely be taken down if the brute sword was fast and the wind was cool, so they didn't get involved, and won more with less.

However, at this moment, the three powerhouses sensed this spell played by Ling Xiaoye, which was obviously not bad.

"This kind of aura is obviously not a ground-level spell!"

"It's terrifying, where is this kid sacred, how can it be more powerful than the wind path of the ghost foot Xiang Lingzi just now?"

"It's dangerous, the wind is not cool!"

......

When the three of them spoke, Feng Wuliang also realized that there was a chill around him, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, full of inexplicable chill.

This brute blade fast hand hurriedly waved his hand and unleashed a Dao intent defensive force, trying to be able to resist the attack from Ling Xiaoye.

But it was too late, and the dragon-type cyclone was like a bamboo, breaking through the defense force of the brute knife and hitting Feng Wuliang's chest.

Poof!

Rao is wind is not cool, not only comprehended the sword intent, but also practiced the alchemy technique to the realm of Dacheng, and he couldn't resist the roar of the wind that Ling Xiaoye cast.

This dragon-type cyclone not only hit Feng Wuliang's body, but also burrowed into its body, and then exploded suddenly, blowing up Feng Wuliang's right body.

For a while, it rained red again in the sky, which was shocking and made people tremble involuntarily.

"My God......"

The cultivation of the head of the Dark Guard Sect from the Heavenly Scar is considered to be a relatively low one here, and now that he saw that the brute knife was fast and the wind was not cool, he was blown away by Ling Xiaoye's move, and he felt a little panicked in his heart.

Fang Xuanbing, the ghost talent of the formation, had a solemn face, his cultivation was about the same as the sect head from the Heavenly Scar, and he was not good at such a fighting method, so he could only exclaim: "This move is far more clever than Feng Wuliang Daoyou, this son is very terrifying!"

Yu Daozi, who was very arrogant before, chose to shut up at the moment, but began to think about how to escape from here.

This is not to say that these three people are cowards, but after they arrived at the Lindao realm, they didn't want to have any accidents on their own.

If something really happens, it will be a big loss, and decades, or even hundreds of years of cultivation, will be wasted.

The three strong men had the idea of retreating.

In particular, Yun has three people and Yu Daozi, who has no worries, and is not afraid of the threat of the royal family to him at all.