High in the sky, the sun is shining, cloudless, and blue.

A few birds were chirping and playing in the air, but suddenly, a bitter wind swept from above, knocking their weak bodies over. Fortunately, it was only a little fluctuation on the very edge, and the birds finally stabilized their bodies after flapping their wings desperately for dozens of times, but they seemed to be frightened by this, and flew away one after another, as if there were raptor hunters chasing after them.

Sitting cross-legged on the broad back of the wind god griffin, Feng Ren closed his eyes tightly, and the sound of the wind whistling through the air was very chilling. But even with his eyes closed, all movements within a radius of several miles, whether in the heavens or on the ground, could not escape his senses.

At least, there have been no anomalies so far. As for the occasional squad of undead creatures passing by on the road, he didn't pay attention to it at all, and the low-level unconscious skeleton soldiers had no ability to detect him passing by at all. The speed of the Wind God Gryphon is one of the best among the magical beasts of the same level, especially these domesticated by the elves.

Although they were only at the domain level, their speed was even comparable to that of low-level Dao-level demonic beasts.

"Can you hurry up?"

However, Feng Ren still couldn't help but speak. The map of the Southern Continent had long been deeply remembered in his mind, and the scroll that Feng Xinzi gave him before also marked the location of the Heavenly Scar Sect by the way, but it was not close to Yating. As a rough estimate, I'm afraid there is still the last fifth of the way to go.

The closer I got, the more intense and anxious I felt in my heart.

I set off last night, and now it's almost noon, if you count the time it takes for the information to come back, this time is already the fourth or fifth day of the attack on the Heavenly Scar Sect, even if the Undead Clan didn't dispatch a real elite force to that area, just relying on the few domain-level powerhouses in the Heavenly Scar Sect, it is not enough to see at all.

"Boy, don't rush again, this is the fifth time since last night, right? It's me who is tired, not you, of course you don't care, did you think that I haven't rested for six hours in a row. The Anemo Gryphon was a little unhappy, and if it hadn't been for Oran himself persuading it, it wouldn't have been willing to obey Wind Ren's orders.

"I know you're tired, you don't have to fight again after a while, just leave it all to me. Feng Ren sighed, took out a jade bottle from his storage ring for the third time, poured out all the remaining pills, and stuffed them into the mouth of the wind god griffin.

Soon, the griffin, who was a little sluggish, regained some strength, its wings trembled suddenly, and with the help of the supporting impact of the air current, it instantly moved away thousands of meters away, and then the speed became faster and faster, worthy of the name of "Wind God".

A quarter of an hour later, the wind god griffin, which suddenly flapped its wings, suddenly slowed down a lot, and felt that the speed of the surrounding air flow was greatly reduced, and Feng Ren immediately opened his eyes, but did not ask a question.

Layers of gray-black clouds appeared in the sky in the distance, and it was obviously out of place to border the cloudless clear sky on his side, which was already the best promise.

The undead, over there.

"It's them, I can smell the undead in the air. The Anemo griffin gasped, its sense of smell as famous as its speed, and the slightest hint of smell in the air from thousands of miles away.

"Very well, I'll take care of the rest, you rest here. Still, you'd better be careful, the ghost knows if there will be other undead passing by. ”

Wind Toughness jumped, falling from the Wind God Griffin and suspended in mid-air, the pale blue halo behind it flickered, and the ten transfiguration wings had already taken shape.

The Anemo Gryphon smiled: "Don't worry, it's impossible for them to get close to me quietly, the smell can't be hidden." It's you, be careful. It looks like it's in the distance, but it's not close, can you still keep up with your physical strength after a long journey like that?"

"That's why I want your help. But now the remaining distance is not a problem at all. ”

When the words fell, Feng Ren's figure disappeared instantly, and he saw a flying figure in mid-air extremely fast, and the sound of the rolling wind breaking through the air was suppressed to a gentle whistling, which was very inconspicuous.

"Good boy, your speed is probably twice as fast as when I was at my peak, or even more, and you even let me fly on your back for half a day!" The Wind God Griffin was startled, but as its body gradually landed, it finally muttered in a deep voice: "However, you must come back alive, I don't want to wait for the elves to arrive, leaving them with only an army of undead on the barren land." ”

The figure flew quickly in the air, looking at the dark clouds in front of him getting closer and closer to him, and his mood was even heavier. Four or five days is not a long time, but in terms of the fierce offensive of the undead army, even if the Trace Sect is still resisting today, I am afraid that there are very few people left at present.

Soon, more than a dozen hovering figures loomed under the clouds, and he knew very well in his heart what this was, a very familiar enemy.

The Four Royals of the Undead, the Nether Ghost Dragon.

"It seems that this time they still haven't sent out Dao-level powerhouses, and it seems that they are quite aware of the strength of the Heavenly Scar Sect. Feng Ren snorted casually, but there was also a trace of inexplicable worry in his heart.

So far, except for the Blood Clan, the rest of the Dao-level powerhouses belonging to the Undead Clan have not even appeared. What exactly they were waiting for, and what they were preparing, worried him.

According to Eliro, Artymor has always been distrustful of the Bloodline, and many of her plans have not been revealed to them. Perhaps, this time the rebellion of the blood clan may have been detected a little......

Feng Ren's thoughts were interrupted by a sound of flapping wings that broke through the air, and when he heard the sound, he saw two huge Nether Ghost Dragons rush out from under the dark clouds, and as the scarlet light of the hollow eye sockets flickered, a swirling black mist in their open mouths surged and condensed.

"Looks like I've been discovered. But at this distance, you're just too slow!"

When the words fell, I saw the ten wings behind him tremble, and the moment the illusion wings gently slapped down, only a broken phantom that disappeared with the wind was left in the original position, and a light blue streamer of light jumped through the sky, and in an instant, it had already swept behind the two ghost dragons.

On the side of the figure that gradually regained clarity, a brilliant silver rainbow slanted out, and the cold cold light reflected the slender and sharp blade of Stardust Tears, and the two-line sword light spread in the void, tearing the sky apart.

Whew!

Under the deep cold sword qi, the dark skeleton with lingering shadows was vulnerable, and it instantly split into two, and the power condensed in the mouth of the falling ghost dragon's skull also collapsed immediately, and the floating black mist sprinkled in the air, and the zero point fell on the earth, which corroded all life in the blink of an eye, the green faded, and the surface of the earth was scorched and black.

But there is no time to take care of the aftermath of this kind of wind and toughness, the figure of Feizong has long been gone, and the stardust tears on the side are suddenly a volley of oblique slashes, and another oncoming Netherworld Ghost Dragon is still two hundred meters away, but the sword qi that crosses the sky is suddenly slashed.

The next moment, a huge pitch-black skeleton that cracked with a bang fell from the sky. Pieces of decaying shadows withered and shattered in the wind.

"It's really not enough to see this kind of strength. ”

Feng Ren smiled coldly, thinking about the first time he encountered the undead clan three or four years ago, not to mention the Netherworld Ghost Dragon, he still had to rely on the enchantment of the Elf Clan to win against the Upper Blood Clan, and later relied on Wu Yanxi's help to urge the power of the Seven Emperors to be able to compete with the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King.

And now, the obliteration of the ordinary Netherworld Ghost Dragon is just a matter of raising his hands and feet, if the original Lai Li meets the current him, I am afraid that it will be difficult to defeat a sword.

In the distance, the rest of the Nether Ghost Dragons obviously sensed Feng Ren's extraordinary strength, and did not fly over again, but all flapped their wings and levitated in mid-air in a line, and at the same time raised their heads and whispered, the sound was as sharp as a needle, and it seemed to be pierced in the ears of the body, which was very uncomfortable.

His brows furrowed slightly, the stardust in Feng Ren's hand was full of tears, and the strength condensed between his fingers did not enter the sword grid, and then a cold light quickly spread over the sword blade and condensed on the tip of the sword, and the entire sword blade was full of brilliance.

Dancing the galaxy sword, the green blade crosses the sky and the starry sky!

The moment the sword came out, the cold trembled.

For some reason, the Nether Ghost Dragons lined up didn't know how to dodge, and they didn't launch a counterattack, still maintaining a posture of raising their heads and roaring, and the sharp voice also seemed to imply a strange power fluctuation, shaking the layers of dark clouds above The surface of the surface was trembling and rippling, as if something was tearing through the dark clouds.

In the next moment, the clouds shattered and cracked, and a huge black shadow suddenly fell in front of the Nether Ghost Dragons lined up, accompanied by a pair of hideous bone wings, and an arc of pitch-black shadow fluctuations suddenly condensed in the void, facing the brilliant sword that slashed through the sky.

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, the two forces of attack were annihilated together, and while the space was distorted, a ray of sword qi pierced through the shadows, and the cold fierceness stabbed straight into the chest of the even greater Nether Ghost Dragon that fell from the sky. Only a slight sound was heard spreading faintly, a shadow skeleton had been cut off and fell, and the huge body of the entire ghost dragon also retreated, its wings fanning desperately, and gusts of wind swept out in the void.

"Originally, I thought that there was no Dao-level undead clan, but there was one hidden in the clouds. Feng Ren smiled coldly, Xingchen tears provoked a finger from afar, and hummed: "Back then, I was still at the domain level to be able to kill the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King, and today my strength has increased more than ten times, how can I be stopped by you!"

At the moment when the scolding came out, his figure burst out again, and a line of sword light took the lead in striking out and slashing in the air, and the sudden burst of brilliant cold light almost split the airspace into two.

Seeing this, the huge Netherworld Ghost Dragon's wings trembled, and the black mist condensed in its open mouth, and in its two long-armed claws, there was also a dark shadow mist condensing, and there was a trace of slender phantom line connection between the three black fogs, and the triangular strange magic array appeared in front of him, and in the middle of the triangular formation, another column of pitch-black light erupted.

"Broken!"

Feng Ren was not afraid, and he slashed down with all his strength with a volley sword, without the slightest hesitation, and the whistling sword momentum was superimposed and condensed in the process of slashing.

With just one sword, the jet-black pillar of light erupting from the strange triangular magic array condensed by the Nether Ghost Dragon split into two sections, and the flying cold sword qi was undiminished, and it slashed straight past the entire huge figure suspended in the air.

But at that moment, Feng Ren's eyes changed suddenly, and there was only a slightly swaying phantom in the sword qi slash, and the entire huge Nether Ghost Dragon body was transparent and ethereal, as if all that was left was just a projection.

At the same time, a scorching force suddenly condensed in the distance, already locking on his back.

Lure the enemy...... Caught between two sides?

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