At the edge of the army of the undead, Xi'er put down her resilient body and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead while taking a breath.

Suddenly, her eyes changed, and she took out the reincarnation compass from her arms, and her expression changed greatly the moment her eyes fell on it.

"Oh no, is it too late?"

In one of the gems, the light was great, but it was filled with a last brilliant meaning that continued to be extinguished, very unstable, faintly flickering.

The next moment, the dragon's groan sounded from a distance, and Xi'er looked up, and could vaguely see a huge light blue dragon shadow floating in the encirclement, with the last roar of life to the undead creatures to make an unyielding declaration.

At that moment, everyone who rushed in from the outside world also noticed this, and couldn't help but pause, and they all looked there.

It's just that even Pei Xiong, the closest among them, is still quite a distance away, and he doesn't have time to rush over.

The dragon groaned...... No, it's not the power of wind toughness, but why is it somewhat familiar. And listening to it made me feel a faint sadness that I wanted to cry. Huo Xiaoxuan couldn't help muttering, and at the same time, the horizontal sword forcibly withstood the attack of another Dark Clan's iron horseman.

Almost at the same moment, Feng Thunder turned over and punched through the body of the iron horseman, stood on the opponent's horse and looked up at the night sky in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, it is indeed the fluctuation of the dragon soul...... Moreover, this is the last wail before the self-detonation...... Who the hell is it?"

In fact, at that moment, Yin Yuexin and Huo Xiaoxuan both had an answer in their hearts, and they glanced at each other, seeing that each other's eyes showed a trace of disbelief.

Is it really her?

The five fingers clung to the hard and cold surface of the reincarnation compass, and Xi'er was a little unwilling. She originally wanted to take Feng Ren to a safe place and forcibly release the power in her body to save Feng Qingrou.

It is true that the state of the gentle wind will be hit hard once it is over, but she still has one last hand.

Time freezes.

If you just temporarily stay at the current point in time for a person who has no ability to resist, Xi'er still has a lot of certainty. Before the deadline passed, she was confident that she would bring the wind gently back to the territory of the Emperor's lineage. There, there should be someone who can heal her.

Moreover, the mission of protecting the emperor is also exactly that.

But now, Xi'er knew that in her current state, it was too late.

Reluctantly, she looked down at the compass in her hand again, and she smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid, another transitional inheritance is about to begin." I, the heir of the Emperor's lineage, really failed, and it was not easy to find two, but I had to lose one again. ”

But suddenly, her eyes suddenly widened, and another dazzling light on the compass of reincarnation shone directly into her eyes, so bright that she almost lost all sight.

How can it be?

At the moment of shock in her heart, she swung her energy in front of her, and the light was slightly weaker, but the brilliance was still there, but this time she could really see it clearly.

The jewel that came first in the line now shines brighter than ever.

Suddenly, Xi'er's heart froze, and the moment she turned her head to look, she suddenly found that Feng Ren, who should have been lying on the ground, was gone.

This...... What the hell is going on?

Under the night sky, more than a dozen Nether Ghost Dragons simply ignored the light blue light that jumped from the petite figure in the middle, and the scarlet light condensed in their mouths suddenly shot out, filled with the deep cold of destruction.

"Let it all fall. ”

The wind said softly and lightly, and the knots formed in his palms were filled with a trace of strange fluctuations.

In an instant, the light blue dragon shadow blurred most of it, but it was a circle of majestic power, and the rich destructive aura that rolled in it was overshadowed even by the salvo of the surrounding Nether Ghost Dragons.

"What? Blowing yourself up? It's okay, I just think it's a bit of a hassle to deal with these rebellious Nether Ghost Dragons, so you can do it for you. Artymore smiled coldly, not intending to stop it.

The moment before the two completely different forces were about to clash, the night sky suddenly changed, and a cold streamer tore through the sky and suddenly descended, landing right on the head of the pale blue dragon shadow that was about to dissipate.

At that moment, the wind was gentle and her delicate body trembled violently, and her hands hung down weakly.

Immediately, the light blue fluctuations dissipated directly, and along with the dragon shadow, the power of destruction was no longer there.

Losing their block, the Nether Ghost Dragon's attack hit the position they were aiming at without hindrance, and more than a dozen scarlet fluctuations roared in one place, rolling out a surging wave.

But at this moment, a sense of foreboding came over Artymore, and his hand that clenched the scepter even increased its strength slightly.

Laugh at!

A crunch sound rang out from the tumbling scarlet waves, and countless cracks suddenly appeared above its surface.

Snort!

In the blink of an eye, the crack shattered, and countless deep cold sword light shot out from the scarlet, easily breaking through the volley of the Nether Ghost Dragon and spreading to the periphery.

Those Nether Ghost Dragons didn't have time to defend or dodge at all, each of them was pierced through their throats by the scarlet rays in their mouths, and then their huge bodies were stabbed into thousands of holes in the countless sword lights that followed, and the shattered mutilates fell directly into the sky.

For a moment, the figure in the night sky withered, leaving only the vague figure in the middle of the original siege.

Two courses to be exact.

Feng Ren put one hand around Feng Qing's slender waist and let her lean against her, and the other hand clenched under the oblique fingers of the dark chaser blade, and her long hair fluttered in the wind. In his eyes, the rich pitch black seemed to shimmer with a scarlet heat.

"Brother Wind Toughness...... Why are you here...... Gently understood, it must have been in my hallucination. After all, I was still a little unwilling and reluctant...... "Resting his head on Feng Ren's shoulder, Feng smiled softly and bitterly, and two tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

"Alright, don't speak. Brother Feng Ren will take you home now. ”

A touch of softness suddenly appeared on Feng Ren's indifferent face, and then he closed his eyes again, and when he opened them again, he looked directly at Artimore in a blocking pose in the distance, and the murderous aura was pervasive.

"Get out of the way. ”

Artymor smiled, stepped forward and shook his head, "I refuse." ”

"Well, then, you're here. The undead are in the same vein, and it's not really impossible to die. ”

The moment the words fell, ten wings full of pitch-black shadows behind Feng Ren unfurled, and an ominous aura rippled.

"This force...... I can't imagine that you can control this forbidden attribute to such an extent. Why haven't I seen you use it before?"

Artymor said lightly, and suddenly with a finger of the scepter in his hand, more than ten thorn-like jet-black streamers instantly appeared at the top, whistling away.

Seeing this, Feng Ren didn't say a word, and the ten wings behind him suddenly cracked and turned into four sharp shadow thorns that shot out, and the sharp point caused a layer of ripples in mid-air, and the moment the thorn streamer hit them, they all dissolved and devoured.

"It's kind of interesting, but what about this trick?"

Artymore's expression changed, and the scepter swung again.

Who knows, Feng Ren suddenly shouted: "That's enough, let's stop here!"

In an instant, the four spikes on his back snapped together, and they quickly expanded and condensed into a pair of pitch-black shadow bone wings.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Ren's figure had already reached Artimore's side, and a swift sword was quietly struck.

Ping!

The scepter met the Dark Chasing Blade, and the two figures froze at the same time, pressing against each other, all relying on the awe-inspiring energy of the blade in their hands.

"Human boy, there are two hits. Artimore couldn't help but praise, but his expression suddenly changed, and he sneered: "However, it does end here." ”

"Make a move, it's still not your turn yet!"

Feng Ren drank again, and the bone wings behind him suddenly rose, and a true flame-like pitch-black light suddenly jumped up and down his body, turning into an arc of sharp mangs and striking out.

Dark Demon Wings, Burst!

At such a close distance, Artymor simply didn't have time to dodge.

Rumble!

There was a violent crackling roar, and the two figures retreated at the same time, but Artymore was obviously injured, and there was scorching black smoke from several places on his body, and the robe at the wound seemed to be strongly corroded, quickly turning into dust and dissipating.

On the other side, Feng Ren, who was also affected, just blocked the Dark Chasing Blade diagonally at his side, helping Feng gently block all the aftershock attacks, and he didn't care about that kind of blow hitting his body at all.

A layer of black mist dissipated on his body, looking at those strange tumbling in the night sky and dissipating into nothingness, Artymor palpitated and said: "Such a domineering power, how did you do it? In such a short period of time, there is no reason for the strength to increase so much...... Obviously, the Scourge Eye has reached me. ”

"You don't need to know so much. Ask again, let or not let. ”

Feng Ren completely ignored the trace of black blood left at the corner of his mouth, and pointed his sword in front of him.

Artymore snorted, "Do you really think you can win against me with a small victory? ”

"Excuse me, I don't want to see it. ”

When the words fell, the cold light on the dark chaser blade was flourishing, and the sword momentum like a storm descended.

It was so fast that it was almost beyond the limits of what Artymor could see.

Reverse sword robbery, rainstorm meteor.

Ping-pong!Ping-pong!Ping-Pong!Ping-Pong!

Spinning the scepter and barely coping, Artimore was still pierced with several small holes on his body, and the deep cold sword intent invaded his body, which was very uncomfortable. When his scepter burst horizontally, the scythe-shaped green light struck back, only to hit an afterimage of Wind Tenacity in mid-air.

"It's too slow. ”

With a twist of the sword, the fierce energy surged behind Artimore.

Dancing Galaxy Sword Variant, Big Dipper Death Star Breaking.

Although, using a sword other than Stardust Tears to perform the Flurry Galaxy Sword will greatly reduce its power, but this move is different. In itself, this is what Wind Rendeavor created after feeling the breath of the undead on the basis of the Flurry Star River Sword.

At this moment, in his hand, the former Undead Demon Sword was secretly chasing the Underworld, and its power was even more ferocious.

"This momentum...... No way!"

The scepter blocked the tip of the sword, but Artymor could already smell an ominous breath.

The undead aura that suddenly spread from the Wind Tough Sword was even richer and more majestic than the one in his body. His own advantages were gone at the moment, and he was actually restrained by death.

The next moment, the two sword qi branched off and directly passed through the scepter's defense, instantly stabbing above Artymore's right shoulder and left rib, penetrating out, his figure collapsed, like a meteor across the sky and slammed into the ground, raising dust that almost covered the night sky.

"I have no intention of letting you do it. ”

Wind Ren snorted coldly, Rannal was dead, Raynal lost his combat power, and there was no one here who could stop him from leaving, except for Artimore.

As for the platform that was still suspended in the air under the drag of the Nether Ghost Dragon, he didn't pay attention to it.

The Corpse Witch, but the last of the four royal families of the undead, is not known for its combat power.

He looked down at Feng Rou, who had passed out unconscious, and Feng Ren hugged her tighter, and said softly, "Okay, Gentle, let's go now-poof!"

A large mouthful of viscous black blood spurted out, and his body suspended under the night sky trembled slightly, and his face turned pale again.

"Am I at my limit?"

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