The black magic fire wrapped the Xinqi Festival layer upon layer, wrapping the golden qi cover of the Xinqi Festival, flashing with a faint golden halo, and the black magic fire stained the golden light cover, turning into wisps of black mist, forming a mushroom cloud floating in the air. Although the Xin Qi Festival can resist these demonic fires, it is obviously impossible to break this formation.

The vitality in Mo Feng's body swelled like a tide, and the power of the Wind Wind Demon Fire Array skyrocketed, and the Demon Fire in the formation became even more intense, enveloping this place in a stormy manner! He smiled strangely: "A martial artist in the early stage of a small Creation Realm, under the old man's formation, it is absolutely impossible to resist for an hour, because as time passes, you will definitely be burned to ashes by the Demon Fire." ”

Xue Qingyang was very anxious, and now he could only pray that Xing Wuya would defeat those two small Creation Realm martial artists as soon as possible to help Xin Qi Festival.

Star Boundless shimmered with star-like light around him, and the two star chains shot angrily towards the two small Creation Realms. The two Little Creation Realm martial artists didn't collide with him, they just waited for Mo Feng to kill Xin Qijie and join forces to deal with Xing Wuya when the time came, and he was doomed. Xing Wuya took out a vermilion fruit from the space stone and swallowed it, the vitality in his body roared out, and the Flame Burning Sky Sword appeared in his hand, erupting into brilliant vitality fluctuations, spreading like a flame current, and the air seemed to be burned to ashes under this air current.

Xing Wuyan's white hair stood on end, his eyes burned with flame-like light, and he said in a deep voice, "Flames burn the sky." ”

As his words fell, the Flame Burning Sky Sword tore down, and a stream of flames that burned everything poured out of the space, surging up from all directions towards the two small Creation Realm martial artists.

The light between the hands of the two mid-stage and early-stage martial artists of the Small Creation Realm burst out, and the majestic vitality condensed into a giant bear and a giant deer, about three meters high, emitting terrifying ripples, and the air slowly twisted over the ripples, as if it was about to be crushed and weighed into powder. When the flames gushing out from all directions enveloped the giant bear and the giant deer, the giant bear and the giant deer were directly burned into nothingness by the flames.

The martial artist in the middle stage of the Small Creation Realm had a golden bead in front of him, about the size of a ping-pong ball, covered with golden lines. As his vitality poured into the golden beads, the golden beads shone brightly, and the lines began to flow. He threw the bead out like lightning, and the golden bead turned into a golden light, like a sinuous golden snake, shooting out of the flames and roaring towards the stars.

Xing Wuya looked at the golden light that shot in, and the vitality was sent to the extreme, and the flames of the Burning Sky Sword in his hand danced wildly, emitting a wave of flame fluctuations that burned the sky and boiled the sea, engulfing the golden light like a tsunami in the sky. The golden light was like a sharp weapon tearing through the air, tearing the flames into a crack, gushing out a trace of golden brilliance.

Xing Wuya's face turned red, and the light on the Flame Burning Sky Sword became even more dazzling and scorching, stabbing at the golden beads that shot out of the crack. Suddenly, the golden-red air currents intertwined, like two premature dragons, and the momentum was extraordinarily majestic. With a click, the golden-red light exploded into shatters, and the golden beads shattered open, scattering fragments everywhere.

The golden beads shattered, and the body of the mid-stage martial artist of the Small Creation Realm shook, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and flames gathered in all directions, engulfing the mid-stage martial artist of the Small Creation Realm in the blink of an eye, burning into wisps of ashes.

The spear of the early stage martial artist of the Small Creation Realm was filled with frosty air currents, turning into an ice Jiao the size of a zhang, tearing through the already weak flames, carrying a sharp storm, and roaring towards the throat of Xing Wuyan. This move is the most powerful move of the Ice Jiao Spear of this Little Creation Realm martial artist, it is called the Ice Jiao Breaking with the Wind, and the power is extremely large. He had used this move to kill the powerhouses of the middle stage of the Small Creation Realm, and the stars in front of him were endless, so it shouldn't be a problem to kill him.

Suddenly, a sharp energy shot out. This sharp aura was an arrow, and it was obviously sent by a powerhouse of the Small Creation Realm. The Ice Spear in his hand flipped over, the dragon roared, and the cold frost roared, tearing the arrow into powder.

The strong duel, how could he be so distracted! It was the tip of the Xing Wuyan sword that pierced through his chest, and a small flame slowly burned him into ashes. Xing Wuya slashed him, his body shook, and he squirted out a mouthful of blood arrows, sucking the warrior's ice spear into his palm, watching it repeatedly, and exclaiming: "What a good spirit soldier." ”

Leng Qianqiu originally wanted to grab the Ice Jiao Spear in his hand when it fell to the ground, how did he know that it would be given by Xing Wuyan! This Ice Spear was in line with his attributes, if he could get it, then his strength would only increase by one level. Then he cheekily said, "Great Elder, can you give this ice spear to the disciple?"

Xing Wuya smiled: "This ice spear is worth a lot of money, ask me to give it to you for no reason, you have to promise me something." ”

Leng Qianqiu saw that there was hope, and said, "I don't know what the elder asked the disciple to promise? As long as the disciple can do it, he will definitely agree." ”

Xing Wuya said lightly: "It's not impossible to give you this Ice Jiao Spear, but you can't be looking for trouble with Qi Festival in the future, I'm afraid that you will anger him, and he will kill you, and our Xingxuan Sect is just missing a disciple with good talent." If you can do it, then I'll give you the Ice Jiao Gun. ”

Leng Qianqiu's smile froze, and after a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "I promise the elder that I am no longer the opponent of Xin Qijie, isn't it humiliating myself to trouble him." ”

Xing Wuya smiled heartily: "I know who you are, and I believe you won't lie to me." With that, he threw the Ice Jiao Gun to Leng Qianqiu.

Leng Qianqiu held the Ice Jiao Spear, and felt a cold vitality, filling his body, filling his entire body, this feeling was very comfortable, and he smiled: "Thank you, Great Elder, Qianqiu is grateful." ”

Xue Qingyang swept over and said nervously: "Elder Xing, you old man, if it goes on like this, Senior Brother Xin is only afraid that he will be burned into ashes by the flames." ”

Xing Wuya said with a smile: "Wait for the old man to breathe a sigh of relief! You can rest assured, this formation can't kill the qijie!" Otherwise, he is in the demon fire, I am afraid that he will already be very uncomfortable, but he has nothing to do, it is conceivable that he can resist these demon fires." ”

Mo Jingtian originally thought that Mo Feng's Wind Wind Demon Fire Array could easily burn Xin Qi Festival into ashes, but after a while, he didn't move at all in the formation, and he didn't know what method to use to resist all this demonic fire! I have to say that this kid has a lot of secrets, and even Feng Lao can't kill him. Seeing that Xing Wuya had already killed those two powerhouses of the Small Creation Realm, he said, "Elder Feng, let's retreat first!" Xing Wuya has already killed those two Little Creation Realm martial artists, if we wait for him to recover the vitality in his body, we are afraid that we will not be able to escape." ”

Mo Feng felt a little aggrieved, no matter how he urged the Wind Wind Demon Fire Array, he just couldn't burn Xin Qi Festival into ashes. With a wave of his palm, the formation spread out, enveloping Xue Qingyang and the others in it.

Xing Wuya sneered: "If such a formation spreads so much, the power will be even weaker. ”

Xing Wuya was just about to make a move, but Xin Qijie, who had been waiting for an opportunity, made a move, and a golden pillar of light shot out from between his fists, emitting a dazzling golden light, shattering the Wind Wind Demon Fire Array to pieces. Mo Feng and Mo Shocking turned into two wisps of smoke, disappeared in place, and said sharply: "A few of you will wait for us, and the next time we meet, we will definitely settle this account with you." ”