Cao Yan, as the god of war among the eight holy envoys of the Holy Society, his strength ranks in the top three among the eight holy envoys, and it is definitely not to be underestimated, but if Wang Feiyang was not injured before he was injured, it would only be a few breaths away from dealing with this Cao Yan.

However, now that Wang Feiyang is seriously injured, he is obviously a little overwhelmed by the attack of Cao Yan Tiangang's battle qi.

Tiangang's battle spirit has always been known for its domineering, and its power can even blast through an armor, and with a punch, Wang Feiyang didn't dare to resist at all, but dodged to the side as soon as possible.

A cyan fist shadow hit the towering tree behind Wang Feiyang, instantly blasting a long section of the trunk in the middle of the tree into powder, and the tree fell to the ground in response.

Wang Feiyang gasped heavily, blood kept spurting out of his mouth, seeing that this Cao Yan was getting closer and closer to him, Wang Feiyang could only stand up hard, carrying the Seven Killing Demon Knife and fighting Cao Yan.

Although Wang Feiyang was seriously injured, the gap in strength was there, and he also blocked Cao Yan's fierce offensive for a while, if there was only Cao Yan here, maybe Wang Feiyang would be able to turn the tide of the battle and do his best to kill Cao Yan.

But helplessly, in addition to Cao Yan here, there are also the yellow-clothed Daoist who is in full bloom and the blood demon Ah Shen who is rapidly recovering his body, in fact, with Wang Feiyang's current state, after desperately killing Cao Yan, not to mention Ah Shen and the yellow-clothed Daoist, even an ordinary minion can kill him.

Seeing that Cao Yan couldn't take down Wang Feiyang for a long time, the yellow-clothed Taoist finally couldn't bear it anymore, only to see him spread the black compass in his hand in the palm of his hand, and in an instant, three small black swords with a finger length floated out of the compass, and then floated about half a foot above the compass.

The yellow-clothed Taoist laughed strangely, then waved his hand, and a small black sword shot towards Wang Feiyang's side with a bang.

At this time, Wang Feiyang was being entangled by Cao Yan, and he didn't have the energy to care about the black little sword, and when he reacted, it was completely too late, the little sword shot directly through the shoulder of his left shoulder, and the powerful impact force slammed his whole person backwards.

In the end, Wang Feiyang's body was attached to a huge towering tree behind him, and the small sword passed through his shoulder bone and pinned him to the trunk of the big tree.

Before Wang Feiyang could pull his body out, another small sword shot out, which pierced his right shoulder and shoulder bone, nailing him to the thick trunk again.

At this time, Wang Feiyang had reached the point where the oil lamp had dried up, even if the small sword that he seemed to be able to grasp with his bare hands on weekdays, it had become his soul suppression nail at this time.

Blood flowed down his shoulders, Wang Feiyang instinctively twitched his body, he tried to pull his body out of the small sword, but he was so weak, so weak that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Wang Feiyang couldn't do anything anymore, and the yellow-clothed Taoist man spread the compass with his palm and walked towards him with a smile.

"The two demons who have been in the limelight in the Yin and Yang world recently, one is the Nine Yin Crazy Demon Wu Dao, and the other is this Demon Knife King Feiyang, Wu Dao was buried in the ethereal river two months ago, and now the magic knife will soon die in the hands of my Huangyi Daoist, it is really happy, after today, my Huangyi Daoist is destined to be famous in the Yin and Yang world."

After saying this, the yellow-clothed Taoist aimed the last small sword on the compass at Wang Feiyang's eyebrows, and then with a flick, the small sword shot towards Wang Feiyang's eyebrows.

At this moment, the recovering Blood Demon God instinctively wanted to stop it, because he still wanted to absorb the power of Wang Feiyang's body, but it was too late, Cao Yan pinched his fists and crackled, watching the small sword shoot at Wang Feiyang's eyebrows, the corners of his mouth were also slightly upturned, as if he was looking forward to the scene of Wang Feiyang's blood splashing on the spot.

And the yellow-clothed Taoist man was even more excited, when he snapped his fingers and shot this last sword, it felt as if he had successfully completed the great mission of Shenzhou 6 to launch into space, and he was even so excited that he almost jumped on the spot.

However, before this guy had time to jump, the originally excited expression was completely frozen at this moment, and then this trace of excitement quickly turned into horror.

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