Tang Wenlong suddenly felt as if his heartbeat had been exposed, and a sense of fear from his soul arose. Tang Wenlong shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to shake out the sudden sense of fear.

Zhang Yi shouted in his heart: "Good opportunity!"

Dragging the Demon Devouring Blood Sword with the sparks all the way to Tang Wenlong, who was still fighting against fear. The short distance was only a momentary matter for Zhang Yi, and after rushing in front of Tang Wenlong, Zhang Yi did not hesitate, his waist was forced, and his right arm was suddenly lifted up with the power of twisting his waist, and the magic sword in his hand also slashed up diagonally in an anti-figure-eight way with Zhang Yi's movements, directly taking Tang Wenlong's weakness.

Tang Wenlong deserves to be an old Jianghu, even in a state of fear, he has been paying attention to Zhang Yi's actions, and Tang Wenlong reacted the moment the magic sword slashed. Piercing straight down with the tip of the folding fan, it really hit the unopened blade of the magic sword. There was a crisp sound of "ding", and suddenly sparks flew up.

However, Tang Wenlong's hasty defense was obviously insufficient, and as soon as the folding fan touched the magic sword, it was countered by the magic sword, and Tang Wenlong's hand holding the folding fan hit his abdomen directly. The pain made his face turn pale suddenly, but Tang Wenlong's ruthlessness as a robber made him not let go easily, but used his body as the backing to withstand the momentum of the magic sword.

Tang Wenlong's hands and abdomen were bruised or stabbed by his folding fan, and blood came out, but Tang Wenlong still held the folding fan desperately to prevent Zhang Yi's magic sword from advancing any further, and a crazy smile appeared on his pale face. At the same time, he said: "You really surprise me, I don't know how long I haven't been injured, I didn't expect to be so embarrassed by you hairy boy today!"

Zhang Yi didn't answer, he didn't want to delay the good opportunity to defeat the enemy because of a few pretending to be * words.

With all his strength, he urged the fighting qi to make the purple flame on the magic sword rise suddenly. Seeing the purple flame attacking, Tang Wenlong was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly urged the fighting spirit to protect himself, he didn't dare to let this troublesome flame directly touch his body, otherwise he didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be.

Zhang Yi didn't plan to use the purple dragon to kill Feng Yan to hurt Tang Wenlong, and urged the purple flame just to make trouble for Tang Wenlong, seeing that the goal had been achieved. Zhang Yi's body immediately turned again, and the magic sword drew a circle clockwise, and the magic sword burning with purple flames slashed towards the top of Tang Wenlong's head like a huge and gorgeous purple fire wheel.

Tang Wenlong was depressed to death at this time, he still underestimated Zhang Yi, if it wasn't for his carelessness, how could he face such a passive situation. Zi Yan, who burned his fighting spirit, had not yet gotten rid of it, and now he was about to face Zhang Yi's angry slash, Tang Wenlong suddenly had a feeling that he would lose to Zhang Yi. This made Tang Wenlong, who has always been pretentious, unable to accept it no matter what.

Tang Wenlong's eyes were red, and the madness on his face was even stronger. Under heavy pressure, Tang Wenlong simply gave up his defense against Ziyan, and the black folding fan rotated around in Tang Wenlong's hand, turning into a shield surrounded by sharp blades. Tang Wenlong raised the shield upwards with both hands, which was able to withstand Zhang Yi's slash. However, due to the concentration of defense above, the defense of the abdomen was empty, and the purple dragon extinguishing wind Yan burned onto Tang Wenlong's body, and suddenly the smell of barbecue and the sound of fat burning diffused. But Tang Wenlong didn't seem to be aware of it, and the black shield in his hand was rotated by him vigorously, and at the same time, the short blade, which was originally only about three inches, suddenly increased to more than ten inches long. Under the high-speed rotation, it was like a circular blade cutting towards Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi couldn't dodge his legs and suddenly cut two wounds, and after landing on the ground, Zhang Yi felt that his legs were weak, and hurriedly used the magic sword to support his body so that he did not fall to the ground.

Zhang Yi's legs were as red as if they had been splashed with red paint, and the blood was still pouring out, obviously the wound was deeper.

Tang Wenlong's condition was not very good, and after repelling Zhang Yi, he finally had time to remove the Purple Dragon Annihilation Wind Yan on his body, but it was still too late. From the abdomen to the chest, it has been shriveled by the purple dragon and the wind, leaving only a layer of folded flesh. This is still what he has left for protection so that he will not be directly burned by the Purple Dragon Annihilation Fengyan, otherwise he may have turned into a pile of ashes by now.

Tang Wenlong's face was completely invisible, and the pain of being almost dried by the fire made his entire face distorted, and his usual elegance and signature smile were completely invisible.

"You're good! You've really surprised me with your performance, so I've changed my mind now. But don't worry, I'll still play with you, but this time I'm going to play you to death!"

Probably destroyed by the flames, Tang Wenlong's voice was as piercing as cutting glass with a knife. Coupled with his appearance at this time, he looks like a demon crawling out of hell.

With a sinister smile, Tang Wenlong's right arm waved suddenly, and the round shield with a sharp blade rolled towards Zhang Yi at great speed like a wheel, and a narrow and deep ravine was plowed out of the place where he passed. Zhang Yi could feel a heart-rending pain in his legs when he moved lightly at this time, but seeing that Tang Wenlong's attack had come in front of him, Zhang Yi had no choice but to grit his teeth and pull out the magic sword in front of him. The sharp blade on the shield kept rubbing the sword body of the magic sword, and Zhang Yi was originally a little powerless because of his leg injury, but now coupled with the huge pressure from the shield, Zhang Yi was already a little unable to resist, and was repelled by * again and again.

The power from the shield that had been retreating for more than a dozen steps finally weakened, and before he could take a breath, Tang Wenlong's figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yi like a ghost, Tang Wenlong did not take his weapon, but directly grabbed Zhang Yi's face door with his hand. Zhang Yi hurriedly tilted his head back to dodge, but Tang Wenlong's long nails left five blood marks on the right side of his face. There was no time to check the injury, Zhang Yi endured the pain, and his legs jumped back again, trying to distance himself from Tang Wenlong.

But Tang Wenlong didn't give Zhang Yi a chance to breathe at all, picked up the shield on the ground again, and threw it at Zhang Yi again. The sharp shield broke ground all the way and caught up with Zhang Yi, who had not yet withdrawn far. After being hit hard one after another, Zhang Yi was already a little powerless, and this time at such a close distance, Zhang Yi knew that he couldn't stop it no matter what. Under the discouragement, a feeling of exhaustion filled Zhang Yi's whole body. Facing a strong man like Tang Wenlong, Zhang Yi felt that he had done his best. Tell yourself in your heart, "Give up!"

Just as Zhang Yi stretched out his arms and was about to withstand Tang Wenlong's fatal blow, the magic sword in his hand suddenly flashed with red light, and this time it was not only the magic patterns on the sword body that flashed red, but the entire sword body lit up with a blood-red halo. A deep and magnetic voice suddenly appeared in Zhang Yi's mind: "Demon Sword Power Slash, Flame Divide Waves!"

Zhang Yi was very familiar with this voice, and it was none other than the Blood Sword Fighting Demon Dongfang Shangqin who made this sound. Zhang Yi, who heard the voice, suddenly recalled in his mind that Dongfang Shangqin was casting the flame wave, and at this moment, Zhang Yi felt that he could also display this powerful fighting skill.

The ** of survival made Zhang Yi decide to take a risk, closed his eyes and didn't look at the shield that was about to shatter him, took a deep breath, and then suddenly opened his eyes, held the magic sword with both hands and held it high above his head, as if he was roaring with life: "The magic sword power cuts the flames and divides the waves!" and then used all his strength to slash the magic sword. At the same time, a half-moon-shaped purple flame four meters high and half a meter wide burst out of the air, and suddenly collided with the black round shield, and the round shield was swallowed by the purple flame and disappeared without a trace.

The sudden change frightened Tang Wenlong and immediately stopped his body running forward, but in the face of the four-meter-high purple flame fighting qi Tang Wenlong had no chance to dodge, but he was seriously injured, but now he lost his weapon again, and he could no longer resist the power of the flame wave! The victorious scale tilted towards Zhang Yi again......