"Carving insect skills, also want to trap me?" Ye Qingcheng obviously didn't open his mouth, but a majestic and majestic voice echoed in Yu Feng's ears.

Suddenly, the thunder nest at the core of the heavenly dome suddenly fell a silver-black thunderbolt, and it slammed into the top of the cold peak like a giant dragon.

"Click!!!" In an instant, the entire peak body was scurrying with dazzling thunder lights.

"Click!!!

"Click!!!

Then, two thunderbolts in a row hit the top of the cold peak one after another, and under the terrifying heavenly thunder bombardment, the solid frost Chongyue immediately cracked one after another. In the end, pieces of broken ice flew and shot out like a landslide, falling into the dead trees and snow around the Lotus Heart Cliff, smashing out deep pits.

In the flickering thunder, the frost Chongyue Shengsheng was blown up two hundred zhang high, and Ye Qingcheng was suspended in mid-air again, looking at the Yu Feng who did not bounce and flew back. However, instead of immediately attacking Yu Feng, he glanced around, suddenly stretched out an arm, and spread his palm.

"Ka!!" A small silver thunderbolt with the thickness of a wine jar in the thunder nest immediately fell down and landed on the palm of his hand under the attraction of his telekinesis.

Then, like a docile little snake, the thunderbolt was flashing with dazzling thunder, and it quickly condensed into a pitch-black ball of thunder and lightning on his palm. A series of surging thunderbolts exploded, and the thunder ball was condensed by him into the size of a fist, and the extremely strong power of thunder made it tremble violently in his palm.

Then, he stooped down sharply, holding the black ball of lightning into the air beneath his feet.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang......"

In an instant, the black thunderbolt ball radiated into a series of pitch-black, finger-thick thunderbolts in the palm of his hand, with more than 20 trails, in all directions, shooting out at a flashing speed!

"Ka, Ka, Ka, Ka, Ka, Ka, ......"

Almost at the same time, silver thunderbolts exploded around him. In each thunder ball, there was a demon fly and a Gu master sitting on the demon fly, they had just sneaked up to him, and before they could make a move, he discovered the trace, and then took the lead in attacking!

Inside the thunder balls, the Gu Master and the Demon Fly were hit by the power of thunder and lightning, and they were numb, and they couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Thirty thunder!" Ye Qingcheng or Ying Long, there was no spiritual martial art at this time, but there was a thunder nest above his head, and he didn't need any spiritual skills. With a deep sigh, a murderous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Nearly thirty bolts of lightning fell from the thunder nest in an instant, hitting the bodies of the more than twenty demon flies and Gu masters with incomparable precision.

"Tom!tom!tom!tom!tom!to......m!to

In the terrifying roar of thunder, more than twenty demon flies and Gu masters were instantly shattered by the terrifying thunder bombardment, turning into a swollen turbid yellow Gu mist. Then, under the scorching heat of the thundersnow, the Gu mist quickly diluted, dissipated, and turned into nothingness.

Yu Feng looked at these flying horses that he had carefully raised, they didn't even participate in a single battle, and they were completely eliminated?

"Qiang!" On the ground, a cold and soul-terrifying sword roar came, and Yu Feng pulled out the Yin Emperor Sword in his hand!

The body of the Yin Emperor Sword was extremely white, and there were patches of textures like bone scales all over it, and there was a bloodletting groove in the center of the sword body. On the blade of the sword, near the sword grid, is printed with a mysterious pattern on the side of a black bird. A strange, invisible aura floated faintly on the body, as if it was an awakened devil.

"Soul Sword?" Ye Qingcheng stared at the Yin Emperor Soul in Yu Feng's hand, although he didn't know what it was, he could feel that it was a Soul Devouring Yin Weapon, with very terrifying power.

"Leave with the True Fire Heavenly Demon!" Yu Feng stared at Ye Qingcheng coldly, and said intently to the Hundred Foot Beast in the Great Prison beside him.

In the distance, a silver silk ball was suspended in mid-air, and the body was pierced by silver filaments from the fire, and the flames on the body had disappeared, and the demonic form had also disappeared. Reverted back to a poor little wildcat, but it did not faint from its injuries. On the contrary, it tried its best to support its eyelids, staring at Ye Qingcheng with an extremely worshipful demeanor. It's like a little brother, looking at his brother's back.

Ye Qingcheng glanced at Lihuo calmly, and didn't seem to recognize it. At this time, a frantic roar suddenly echoed in his mind, he raised his sword, and Ye Qingcheng, who was imprisoned by the anti-confinement and had a blood-stained face, was roaring silently.

"Got it, I don't need you to remind me!" Ye Qingcheng said to Qing Feng's broken sword.

At this moment, Yu Feng suddenly opened the beast taming crest, and a snow-white gate of time and space immediately condensed in front of him. At the same time, the Hundred-Foot Beast of the Great Hell recited a spell, and the silver silk threads that pierced through Lihuo's body immediately became soft, winding Lihuo and turning into a silver-white ball of thin thread. Then, it decisively took the silver silk ball and flew towards the gate of time and space, trying to escape to the gate of time and space, and return to the cold region thousands of miles away.

However, in an instant, thunder and lightning exploded violently in front of the prison, forcing it to retreat frequently, and had to stay away from the gate of time and space.

"Wind step reincarnation!" Yu Feng shouted angrily, and two swirling, wine-jar-sized strong wind whirlpools appeared under his feet, and his figure disappeared immediately. Obviously, he wants to give the prison a hundred feet to create zào to escape. At the same time, his mood was also extremely complicated, before Ye Qingcheng was in front of him, he was a little ghost who could be pinched to death, but after a few months, Ye Qingcheng turned into a behemoth demon who could look down on him, directly forcing him into a desperate situation.

Suddenly, swirling whirlpools of strong wind the size of wine jars appeared in the air continuously, and they were all trampled out by Yu Feng, but Yu Feng could not see his figure.

"Huh!!" In the air behind Ye Qingcheng, a huge sword mark in the shape of a full moon appeared vertically, and in the sword mark was a red figure swirling in the wind.

"Silk, silk, silk......" Ye Qingcheng didn't directly resist, he just turned his body directly and faced the Sen Bai sword mark that was about to be cut off. However, the pieces of thunder snow flying in the air suddenly melted and turned into flying thunder threads, condensing into a silver thunder spirit barrier in front of him.

After a sword was slashed, the Thunder Spirit Barrier was instantly cut in half, but Ye Qingcheng's figure had already taken a few steps back and appeared in a position that the sword might not be able to damage.

"Buzzing ......" The strong wind whirlpools that were trampled out by Yu Feng appeared in the air continuously, Yu Feng fiercely, calmly and extremely fiercely waved the Yin Emperor Sword in his hand, and a circle of full moon-shaped sword marks either horizontally or vertically slashed towards Ye Qingcheng. However, under the protection of the Thunder Spirit Barrier, his attacks could not hurt Ye Qingcheng at all.

At this time, the thunderbolts that had been chasing the prison for a hundred feet finally stopped due to the containment of Yu Feng. It flew decisively towards the portal of space-time, which was turbulent in the air, about to disappear.

"Huh!!" Another sharp full moon-shaped sword mark pierced the air and slashed towards Ye Qingcheng.

However, this time Ye Qingcheng did not dodge, he suddenly stretched out a palm with a thunderous speed, and a layer of silver light flashed, and his palm instantly turned into a sharp dragon claw covered with silver scales, pinching Yu Feng's throat with great precision.

"Do you still think that Lao Tzu is the waste you bully at will?" Ye Qingcheng smiled, his short silver hair fluttering messily in the wind.

Yu Feng's eyes widened in horror, and he suddenly shouted, "Wind puppet!"