Watching the blood spirit flame slowly burn, the blood qi in Fei Liu's body burst out, forming a thick layer of blood mist within a radius of ten meters, blocking everyone's sight.

"Dark and gloomy wind. The sky is changing! Suddenly, in the blood mist, she let out a heart-rending howl, like the screams of evil spirits in hell who have been tortured for countless years.

Hearing the wail of the concubine, Jinchen's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he used Yuan Li to protect his ears again. She knew that Fei Liumerci definitely used some kind of ruthless trick to hurt the enemy by one thousand and self-damage by eight hundred.

In order to ensure that she can win this fight, she will have to start preparing.

Thinking in his heart, Jinchen's figure trembled slightly, and his figure gradually became illusory, and finally slowly dissipated.

And after Jinchen's figure disappeared, the crystal blue Yunlan Sword with blood-colored patterns slowly emerged from the void. But these Yunlan swords only appeared for a moment, and then they disappeared into the void again.

On the ground, the whirlwind swung by the concubine was torn apart by the wolf's angry axe, and the earthy yellow light rushed straight into the blood mist.

At this moment, the blood mist suddenly began to tumble violently, spinning, firmly blocking the earthy yellow light, and it was worn away.

In the end, the entire blood mist trembled sharply, turning into a blood-colored storm, one after another, sweeping out.

At this moment, the wolf's black fist beam also blasted up and smashed on top of the bloody storm.

In the next moment, the world suddenly fell silent.

The black beam of light slammed into the blood-colored storm, sending out unidentified ripples in the impact.

And the blood storm is also slower and slower because of the impact of the black beam, but it continues to consume the black beam.

A ball of blood light, a black light, there seemed to be only two colors left between heaven and earth, constantly blending and disappearing.

Suddenly, a slight voice appeared.

Whew~ seems to be the sound of a breeze blowing.

Boom, boom, as if there was a small flicker of electricity.

Immediately after, there was a crackling sound in the blood-colored storm.

Boom –

Finally, with a loud bang, a dazzling blood-colored flame light suddenly burst out from the lower part of the blood-colored storm.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-colored flames infected the entire storm, turning the entire storm into flames.

In an instant, a storm of flames appeared in the world. The slight shaking scorched the air, and the breath subdued everything.

"Oh?" Ever since the wolf threw a punch, he has been lowering his head and using spiritual power mixed with blood to carve something on the battle axe.

And after the blood-colored flame storm appeared, the movements he portrayed also paused for a moment, and he glanced at the storm, with a look of solemnity in his eyes.

With a light sigh, he lowered his head and carved again.

At this time, the surface of the wolf battle axe was already covered with blood-colored mysterious runes, and the entire battle axe revealed a strange aura. And he still bowed his head and continued to carve on the handle of the axe.

Under the urging of the aura, the blood in the body continues to gush out without money. After drawing the whole tomahawk, the wolf himself also had a slight pale color.

"This blow is really troublesome." As the rune was carved out, the wolf finally breathed a sigh of relief, holding the handle of the axe, and his eyes were already flashing with murderous intent.

"Mercy, everyone in the world knows that my wolf once killed a fourth-order demon beast alone. I won't hide it from you, uncle, I rely on this trick. The wolf grasped the battle axe in both hands and aimed the blade at the middle of the storm.

Watching the black fist disappear inch by inch, the wolf didn't care at all. It's like Fei Liumi's expectation of his final killer move. The wolf is also full of confidence in his final hole cards.

Although the Battle Demon Destroying Immortal Fist was strong, it could only affect the fourth-order demon beasts. His strongest attack method has never been the Battle Demon Destroying Immortal Fist.

It's his current move, which can cut off the necks of individual fourth-order demon beasts, and he will be vertical and horizontal!

Seeing that the black fist was about to wear off, the wolf finally made a move. I saw him swing the blade of the axe, take a deep breath, and a terrifying black light slashed out.

"This is the uncle's strongest means of attack, thousands of years of vertical and horizontal!"

The wolf roared angrily, and the sound was like thunder, rolling out. At the same time, after the black light struck, the wolf tightly pinched the handle of the tomahawk and pulled it horizontally.

A line, a thin black line slowly emerged as the wolf pulled.

"Thousand, autumn, vertical, horizontal!" The wolf said in a deep voice word by word, and the aura of his whole body burst out, all pouring into the black line.

In the end, even the demonic rune engraved on the battle axe seemed to be alive, and it swam into the thin black line at great speed.

Suddenly, the thin line revealed a sharp edge that was enough to cut through everything.

And as the thin thread kept devouring the spiritual energy, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on the wolf's forehead, and his face became more and more pale.

It wasn't until the black light that the wolf had just cut out and it was also burned by the storm that the wolf gritted his teeth and stopped the thin thread from devouring.

"The first style of Qianqiu Vertical and Horizontal: Horizontal Slashing Eight Desolations!"

After the wolf shouted the name of the move, he immediately pulled the tomahawk and retreated.

And the black line stays there, as if frozen.

The storm approached, and the earth was torn apart by the fierce winds, but the black line remained indifferent, floating motionless, as if it did not exist in this world.

On the other side, Jinchen finally finished her business secretly, looking at the strange performance of the black line, her expression changed for a while.

"Slash the Eight Desolations? If it doesn't move, how can it cut the eight wildernesses? Jinchen had doubts, but he knew that it was a wolf move, and he didn't dare to stay here for a long time.

Behind her, a pair of pale blue crystal wings unfurled, carrying her to fly high at extreme speed, rushing out of the kilometer in an instant.

At this time, on the ground, the storm and the thin line finally collided, and suddenly there was an unbelievable scene.

I saw that the black line actually appeared with a great suction force, and slowly pulled the storm into his own interior, causing the entire storm to be skewed.

From Jinchen's point of view, it was a huge tornado flame wind pillar of nearly a thousand meters, like a big tree that had been cut off by someone, slowly falling to the ground.

"I'm good." Looking at the earth-shattering scene, Jinchen couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Is this really a battle below the Cultivation God Realm? The Yuan Infant Venerable on Earth is nothing more than that!

At this time, Jinchen felt that 10,000 grass and mud horses were rushing by in her heart, breaking her perception of the world.

Below, Fei Liuru still maintained a posture of holding the fan in both hands, fanning out an attack.

At this time, seeing the flame storm slowly swallowed by the thin black line, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, his eyes showing horror.

"This, how, maybe!" Fei Liu's teeth chattered as she spoke, and she couldn't even speak clearly.

Finally, in the eyes of the young master of the concubine family, a deep and gloomy emotion appeared, which was despair!

There was nothing he could do, and he shook his head mercilessly, his hands hanging weakly.

As soon as the hand was released, the white feather fan fell to the ground and shattered.

He did not hesitate to destroy a weapon to unleash the most terrifying heavenly transformation in the dark wind.

He did not hesitate to burn all the blood qi in his body, sending out a blood spirit flame.

In the end, this is the result, there is no parity, no fierce collision.

He could only watch as his killing moves were devoured and destroyed inch by inch, and he could do nothing.

"Damn!" As if she had lost all her support, she fell forward and knelt on the ground weakly, "Is this the strongest of the four clans back then?" ”

Fei Mian silently watched the storm slowly fall, and gradually became like ashes.

The last remaining traces of blood-colored aura poured out of his body and drifted towards the flame storm.

His eyes gradually lost their sparkle, and he maintained a desperate posture and made one last struggle.

Then, he died.

Walk silently, quietly......