When the four sharp strings rushed to the four key points on Chu Tian's body at the same time, three of the phantoms dissipated into black smoke at the same time, and only one of the true bodies of the Shadow Demon Wing Clan desperately drilled towards Chu Tian's eyebrows, with the intention of breaking through Chu Tian's head.

"Got you. Chu Tian showed a successful expression on his face, and the next second the Shadow Demon Wing Clan only felt a tightness on his body, and at the last glance, he saw his petite body being grabbed by Chu Tian's pale golden palms and pinched in the palm of his hand.

Pinching to death this Shadow Demon Wing Clan, which was only in the middle stage of Jindan, Chu Tian threw his corpse into the space ring, which was a good refining material and a symbol of military merit, which could not be wasted, and then rushed to another battlefield.

While dodging the indiscriminate attacks in the battlefield, Chu Tian easily harvested all the lives of the Wing Clan in front of him, accumulating military merits, and did not fly to the center of the battlefield, but only circled in the middle, but also killed happily.

However, half a pillar of incense died in Chu Tian's hands, and there were dozens of Wing Clans equivalent to the Foundation Building Period and four Wing Clans equivalent to the Jindan Period, but except for the Shadow Demon Wing Clan whose strength was equivalent to the middle stage of Jindan, the other three Jindan Wing Clans were all equivalent to the cultivation of human monks in the early stage of Jindan.

Chu Tian's achievements that were proud of many monks also attracted the attention of the strong men in the Wing Clan, a tall and handsome man of the Feather Clan with white wings on his back and a white long stick in his hand, and the white energy on his body erupted from a long distance, shaking the two Jindan monks besieging him into a blood mist, and rushed straight towards Chu Tian, along the way, both enemies and friends were instantly swept away, and came to Chu Tian with a devastating momentum.

Facing the arrogant Yu Clan in front of him, Chu Tian's eyes were slightly raised, the golden light in his eyes flashed, and the Thunder God Wings behind him froze in the void, waiting solemnly.

The stick-wielding Yu clan rushed to less than five meters in front of Chu Tian with blood and qi, and there were dozens of blood mist on the road, setting off the blood-stained Yu clan on his body like an elegant butcher who walked out of the last days.

"Whoever kills you, the Feather Clan's Saint Bailie. After the stick holder Yu Clan finished speaking, the elegant expression on his face suddenly changed, and he turned the long stick in his hand into thousands of sticks, and he insisted on smashing Chu Tiansheng into meat sauce.

The corners of Chu Tian's mouth showed a hint of sneer, and the golden light on his body shook with the scales that the dense golden aura turned into in his hands, and he met the shadow of the Saint Bailie's stick.

There was a dull sound of metal and flesh colliding from the two as they came into contact, and in an instant, the two of them exchanged thousands of blows at an extremely high speed.

After the two separated, Saint Bailie's hands holding the stick trembled slightly, the tiger's mouth was a little numb, and when he saw that the golden scales on Chu Tian's hands were only a little blurry, he put away his contempt and said, "Our Yu Clan is not good at physical bodies, speed is the proud capital of our Yu Clan." ”

As soon as the words fell, the wings behind Saint Bailie danced, turning into several phantoms, spreading their wings and flying towards Chu Tian, the white wings on his back were extremely sharp and majestic, and before he was close, Chu Tian had an indescribable sense of depression that surged into Chu Tian's heart.

Saint Bailie must not be allowed to control the rhythm of the battle, Chu Tian secretly released dozens of scorching sun suns that were compressed to the size of projectiles and disappeared in the void, and the thunder god wings behind him violently opened and crashed into Saint Bailie with a whistling sound of breaking the air.

The dark red wings and the white wings made a dark popping sound between the collision, and for a moment the area where the two were located was occupied by the figures of the two.

The two fought several times and then separated, only to see that Chu Tian had blood-colored wounds of different depths and lengths, and the flesh and blood that rolled up at the wound were slowly squirming and healing rapidly, and Chu Tian, who was cold-colored, still looked at Saint Bailie not far away without saying a word.

At this time, Saint Bailie gasped heavily, the white wings on his body were gone, like a plucked beast, and the white feathers in the sky were broken and blood-stained, sprinkled and scattered.

Feeling despised by Chu Tian, Saint Bailie was just about to say something, when the scorching sun hidden by Chu Tian in the void turned into a river like a water droplet, converging towards the center, that is, where Saint Bailie was.

"The scorching sun, burst. "This is the new usage of Yan Sun Yang that Chu Tian has recently researched, and it has been practiced for the first time on this Feather Clan's Saint Bailie, and it has achieved unexpected results.

The Saint Bailie in the center of the scorching sun was swallowed up by the sudden sparks, and all the breath of life was isolated in the firelight, but Chu Tian did not get excited after the success of his plan, but instead frowned slightly, staring at the center of the fire in front of him.

"Whoosh" A flash of black light flashed out from the center of the fire, whether Chu Tian had been prepared or was slashed by the black light from his waist, a wound three inches deep and half a meter long with black gas slashed out of Chu Tian's abdomen, and the owner who caused this injury was turning his back to Chu Tian and slowly turned around.

An ugly face like a hungry ghost from hell caught Chu Tian's eyes, it was still the same figure, but the appearance was far from the elegant and handsome face just now, and even the wings had turned black.

"You actually made me show such a face, I want you to live but not die. It seemed that this ugly face evoked bad memories of St. Bailie, and St. Bailie's spirit was a little crazy.

"Noise". Only Chu Tian's falling sword slashed out a ten-zhang sword that responded to Saint Bailie, and he slashed down on the head.

The black wings on his body were as strong as sharp blades, and Saint Bailie put away the black wings and the shape of the body was like a half-oblique crescent, and ejected it to pierce the sword that had just taken shape, and the sword was interrupted at once, and the remaining momentum flew towards Chu Tian.

Chu Tian summoned the Hollow Sword and released thirty-two tight sword rays in front of him, with a heavy water bead mixed in the middle, and at the same time, he chanted a spell in his mouth, and the ten fingers of the wheel on his hand.

After the body was transformed, the white long stick in the hand of Saint Bailie also turned black, and the strength on his body was amazing, and the sword was shattered with a single stick, like a lion rushing into the flock, and the feast was open.

When ~~ there was a melodious loud noise, the extremely heavy water beads in Chu Tian's hand seemed to be overwhelmed by the huge force on the long stick in Saint Bailie's hand, and the heavy water beads in the form of beads and the contact port of the long stick were deformed and melted into liquid water droplets scattered everywhere.

Chu Tian's divine thoughts on the heavy water beads were also severely damaged at the same time, the movements in his hands froze, and the spell that was about to be completed was interrupted.

The black shadow of the Saint Bailie holding the stick in Chu Tian's eyes gradually enlarged, and he could see the snow-white sharp teeth in the mouth of the Saint Bailie, but Chu Tian couldn't move in the air because of the damage of his mind one after another.

At this moment, the ghost grasp of the black qi on Saint Bailie's body was about to be grasped on Chu Tian's body, and the sharp wings behind his back were about to cut off Chu Tian's head, and the sense of crisis in the heart of Saint Bailie, who trampled Chu Tian's body under his feet, continued to grow, but Chu Tian in front of him seemed to have completely given up on resisting and being slaughtered, and it was within reach.

In his heart, only the Holy Bailie, who had stepped on the head of this human monk who had revealed his body to the damned body, had just touched Chu Tian's body, and Chu Tianjiu in front of him turned into mist and dissipated.

Knowing that he had been deceived, Saint Bailie immediately gathered the thick black wings and wrapped his entire body, and hurriedly threw out a few talisman spirit weapons outside his body, not even having time to stimulate it, and the black stick in his hand danced without any flaws, and the whole process was completed in one go.