Yu Zhange, who was behind Jun Qinghan, looked at a bloody light flashing on the forehead of the third prince of the wind, his expression was shocked, and his rickety body instantly stood like a javelin, and with a cushion of footsteps, he shot towards Jun Qinghan!

Yan Nangui exclaimed, "Sacrifice call!"

Before the words fell, he was like a feather war song, and he hurried towards Jun Qinghan, and while flying, the phantom of the wild goose behind him had slowly emerged. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only Bai Xiaopang looked blankly at the two people around him who were originally sick, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and rushed towards Jun Qinghan with a 'boom', and immediately ignored it, his mind was hot, and no matter what the reason, he also rushed to kill him.

Jun Qinghan looked at the surging Feng San Gongzi in front of him, his pupils were rapid, his body was cold, danger shrouded his body, his toes were light, and his body retreated rapidly.

When the third prince of the wind raised his head again, he looked at Jun Qinghan coldly, and let out a rude laugh, his voice was extremely hoarse, "Hahaha, it's been a long time since I've met such a rebellious soul."

Jun Qinghan's blood pupils widened, and he looked at the forehead of the third prince of the wind in surprise, and his momentum actually reached the seventh stage of the blue flag, "You are not the third prince of the wind, who are you?"

"Hahaha, yes, of course I'm not the third prince of the wind, but he summoned it, and after killing you, I will take his soul away, otherwise do you think that the ancestor I will be summoned so easily?"

"It's just a blue flag, and you dare to call yourself an ancestor, it's arrogant!"

Jun Qinghan stared at the third son of the wind, and let out a loud sound!

At the same time as the body retreated, the three of them had already flown to Jun Qinghan's side, and Yu Zhange said lightly, "It's not that he only has the strength of the Blue Flag, it's just that he was summoned by the Third Prince of the Wind and only has the strength of the Blue Flag!"

The four of them stood side by side, looking at the third son of the wind in front of them.

The third prince of the wind frowned, his eyes kept drifting over the four people, and he grinned, "The young master of the Yu clan, the young master of the Yan clan, and the Yin attack monk, it should be really big!" Finally, looking at Jun Qinghan, a trace of doubt flashed on his face, and after a long time, he sneered, "It seems that you are still the biggest, with the strength of the ancestor, I can't even see your origin!"

The four of them were shocked in their hearts, "This person must have a very high status among the Wind Clan, otherwise it would be impossible to have such eyesight."

The third prince of the wind smiled coldly, so that everyone's hearts were cold, the third prince of the seventh stage of the blue flag in front of him was far from comparable to the middle-aged man who cultivated the formation, whether it was momentum, exercises, or soul!

Feng Sangongzi's withered hand grabbed everyone lightly, and a huge white bone palm print suddenly appeared on the top of the four people's heads, like an iron fan, sweeping towards the hall.

"Boom!"

Jun Qinghan's superimposed three formations were directly shattered by a palm, "Hmph! The formation is strong, but you don't have the strength to back it up, it's a pity", Feng Sangongzi looked at the four people and smiled, and raised the white bone giant palm again, with five fingers into a hook, sharp as eagle claws, and as arrogant as a bear's paw, forming a powerful white bone cage, trapping the four people in it.

Jun Qinghan was stunned for a moment, his face gradually became solemn, the seventh stage of the blue flag, and the white bone cage is the black flag technique, even if Jun Qinghan uses the Eight Desolations of the Retrograde, it is impossible to defeat the seventh stage of the blue flag with the realm of the first section of the yellow flag.

Now there are only two possibilities that can kill the third prince of the wind:

One is to deduct the heavenly trick into the body, and it is impossible for the third prince of Feng to smash the formation in his body with one palm!

The second is the long sword behind Jun Qinghan, the cold blade that drinks millions of blood!

The four of them looked at each other solemnly, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in their eyes, and suddenly, the situation in the field changed greatly......

Bai Xiaopang and Jun Qinghan shouted at the same time, as terrible as a crow, mighty as thunder, resounding throughout the hall!

The corners of Feng Sangongzi's mouth twitched, although Feng San Gongzi had seen Bai Xiaopang's sound attack, but now Feng San Gongzi's soul had never seen it, and he didn't know Jun Qinghan's sound attack. The strong strength made him not have the slightest sense of defense.

How could he have thought that Bai Xiaopang's voice would be so miserable? How could he have thought that Jun Qinghan would be the Dragon Clan's Seven Killing Dragon Clan?

The soul appeared in a trance, and at the same time, he launched a conditional attack, and a palm was like a grinding stone, slashing towards the four people.

After the two people made a sound attack, Jun Qinghan stretched out his hands, dozens of jade pieces splashed, dozens of formations were instantly arranged, and Yan Nangui's body was full of light, forming a huge sphere, wrapping the four of them in it.

When the defense is formed, Bai Xiaopan sings a sad song, whimpering, like a lonely woman, every voice is miserable!

Jun Qinghan's thin lips spit lightly: "Click on his Yufu acupoint, Laogong acupoint, Baihui acupoint, ......"

Yu Zhan Ge immediately sat cross-legged, his whole body was full of golden light, and Yu Zhan Ge's body continued to shrink and change!

The palm print rumbled, all the way like a bamboo, before Jun Qinghan laid out the formation, he couldn't stay for a breath, and the blood blade emitted by the killing array was like child's play in front of the grinding stone palm print, and it couldn't play the slightest role.

Palm print, close to the goose feather ball!

Within the defense of Yan Ling, Yan Nangui smiled, the Yan Ling ball rotated rapidly, and most of the palm prints could not be borrowed at all, and they fell apart.

However, there is always a small part that falls on the Goose Feather Ball, and even the slightest bit seems to be enough to destroy the Goose Feather Ball. After receiving the palm force, the Yanling ball stagnated in the air, and the ball cracked inch by inch and fell vertically.

The third prince of the wind smiled solemnly, "What about the young master of the Yan clan, if he wasn't seriously injured, how could the wild goose ball fall vertically?" Looking at the crack of the wild goose ball, the third prince of the wind couldn't help but show a mocking smile.

Suddenly, the pupils shrank sharply, a touch of gold flashed under the eyes, and after the body stagnated, he quickly retreated, his hands flipped, and the wind wall was like steel!

Since the Yanling ball was broken, Yu Zhan Song changed into a falling arrow feather, taking advantage of the moment when the third prince of the wind relaxed his vigilance, **** came out, the power is strong, far beyond the blue flag, that is the Yu clan falling arrow feather, one of the twelve soldiers of Tianxiang falling sky arrow feather!

Chasing souls for thousands of miles is like child's play!

Above the arrow feathers, a little cold light, flashing with the breath of destruction, slashed towards the third prince of the wind.

"Poof!"

The arrow intent Ling Tian instantly pierced through all the defenses of the three sons of the wind, and with a sonorous sound, the front chest entered, the back came out, and the two acupuncture points were pierced in an instant!

Feng San Gongzi looked at the wounds on his body a little sluggishly, his eyes were full of disbelief, "Thousands of miles of interception, it's really terrifying! In the end, with his blue flag seventh-stage eyesight, he didn't even capture the afterimage of the arrow feather."

The blood fell drop by drop, and the third prince of the wind surged with monstrous anger, "I was actually injured!" However, the anger of the third prince of the wind had not yet exploded, and there was a terrifying coolness on his back, and after the arrow feathers that fell into the sky, it was a wild goose, scarlet and gorgeous!

Feng San Gongzi's palm sounded, blocking Yan Ling's piercing, but at the last moment, the speed of the rapidly flying Yan Ling suddenly slowed down, and a Yan Ling flew into a few feathers, avoiding Feng San Gongzi's palm, and instantly inserted into the defense around Feng San Gongzi.

"Hmph, do you think that after Yan Ling is dispersed, you will be able to break through my defenses? I didn't expect the young master of the Yan clan who was rumored to be so bad on the mainland", Feng San Gongzi sneered, his body shook, and Yan Ling scattered all over the ground.

Yan Nangui was silent, his Yan Ling was imprisoned by defense, and did not pierce the skin of the third prince of the wind, but it really touched the acupuncture points of the third prince of the wind, and it was four acupuncture points!

Nine acupuncture points, six of them have been removed!

When Yan Ling, who was returning to the south, flew out, Jun Qinghan's eyes gradually became blood-red, a trace of blood hung on the corner of his mouth, and the handprint in his palm was flipped, and there were three ways:

Emperor's Order!

Hades Order!

The Order of the Living!

In order to bombard and kill the third prince of the wind, Jun Qinghan had to forcibly make a common life order!

The three orders came out together, and the sky suddenly whimpered, like the sorrow of the people, thousands of miles of mourning, the rivers and mountains trembled, and Yuan Yuan wept!

The third prince of Feng was shocked, as if he had met a nightmare, and looked at the three tokens above in horror, and shouted: "Tibetan Heavenly Son Tibetan Heavenly Order!" The figure quickly retreated, as if he had appreciated his Tibetan Heavenly Order.

The body shrank back sharply, and the third prince of Feng didn't seem to have the consciousness to take the initiative to attack, he only knew the blind defense, and his originally calm eyes became panicked, and the six gods had no master!

"Boom!"

The three orders exploded, the sky shook, and Zhou Tiandao's qi was swept away, and the air cracked inch by inch, leaving behind a dark trace of destruction.

The third prince of the wind wailed, snorted, and the blood spilled into the sky, leaving a trace of stunning scarlet, and his body was thrown into the air, and then fell heavily.

Yu Zhange and Yan Nangui looked at the embarrassed figure in the sky, and smiled unruly, but Jun Qinghan's face became more and more solemn, and the three orders came out together, but they couldn't resist the eight wildernesses.

"Bastard, you would hide the Son of Heaven's Hidden Heavenly Order, die...... You...... Must die!" said the third prince of Feng with palpitations, seeing the Tibetan Heaven Order, it was as if he had seen the shocking battle of the Tibetan Heaven Cliff back then.

Jun Qinghan snorted coldly, turned his hand and instantly pulled out the long sword, and the cloud demon Dao qi was instantly poured in.

The moment the Dao Qi poured into the long sword, Jun Qinghan's whole body was full of anger, and it came out vigorously, and the green silk turned into a white head of snow in a blink of an eye, and under the wind, it was wanton and arrogant.

The bloodiness of the long sword and Jun Qinghan's murderous aura are in line with each other, and now Jun Qinghan is like a Shura, with every step, the murderous aura is like a mountain of corpses, built inch by inch, and a road paved with blood is added.

Feng San Gongzi stood on the ground, covering his chest with his hands, and looked at the stabbing giant sword blankly, without the slightest sense of escape, "How can one person's murderous aura suppress millions of blood?"

Yu Zhange, Yan Nangui, and Bai Xiaopang around him were all stunned, and Jun Qinghan beside him was now in front of them, it was Shura, another killing god, although he did not slaughter millions, but his murderous aura was enough to compete with the killing god.

The long sword stabbed lightly at the third prince of the wind, crossed the lower abdomen, pierced the two acupuncture points, and then Jun Qinghan pulled out the sword mechanically, in between, the third prince of the wind did not have the slightest reaction, after a long time, the third prince of the wind spilled blood from the corners of his eyes, and shouted like a nightmare:

"Human slaughter, you are human slaughter!" (To be continued.) )