"Everyone follow me and catch up!" the Immortal King roared, and with a wave of his hand, he led the remaining crowd towards Wu Feng and Yun Hailan.

He didn't expect that he was just a little slower to arrive at the battlefield, and he would have lost several bloodlines and disciples, and if it weren't for Deng Tong and others as cannon fodder, the loss would have been even greater.

In the face of the so-called invincible Eternal Sword Formation, this kid named Xie Yi not only did not die in a moment, but instead entered a no-man's land, beheading several people in a row, which made the Immortal King feel indignant.

And Wu Feng's heart is really solemn.

Will, courage and self-confidence alone cannot make up for the huge gap in strength.

And in such a situation, the strategy is completely unworkable.

If it was he who could have the strength to conquer the Heaven Realm, it would be fine, but this strength was lent to him by Yun Hailan, and Wu Feng had to ensure Yun Hailan's safety while getting such a strong strength.

In the face of the people of the Immortal King, they can also take it by surprise and take advantage of the time difference to kill. But when the Immortal King appeared in person, he no longer had the strength to fight.

Conquering the Heaven Realm, he is a supreme-level master, and above that is Yang Qi, a saint who has cultivated to stand at the top of the continent. In such a realm, how could he easily skip the level and fight against a master whose strength was much higher than his own?

The Immortal King was in purple flames, chasing after him, and the others followed, forming a herringbone, like a goose.

In this way, the Immortal King was able to provide his descendants and disciples with an upward and forward airflow, speeding them up so that they could keep up with their own footsteps.

The spurting black fire, like a meteor shower, overwhelmingly smashed towards the backs of Wu Feng and Yun Hailan. And the flying swords shot one after another, like the north wind blowing snow.

Wu Feng's body was broken, and he kept dodging with Yun Hailan on his back.

The Immortal King was unhurried, chasing behind, and the distance between him and Wu Feng Yun Hailan was always the same.

With the cultivation of the Immortal King, of course, he can fly faster. However, all of his disciples will be left behind.

The Immortal King created an airflow and increased the flight speed for the sect, so that more than a dozen people could maintain the same flight speed as Wu Feng Yun Hailan. The two who fled in front of them were always in their range.

As long as they keep attacking, Wu Feng and Yun Hailan will inevitably be injured, if the trauma becomes more and more serious. It will inevitably be difficult to hold on and slow down, and will eventually be killed by the Immortal King.

This is an extremely safe pursuit strategy.

Wu Feng dodged with difficulty, dodging the raindrops of attack.

He had increased his flight speed to the highest level, and there was a tearing pain all over his body, but his handsome face was still as strong as iron.

The cold wind blew from the far north. It was blowing on his cheeks, and the faster it flew, the colder the wind became like a knife.

Wu Feng didn't bow his head at all, his raised head showed more and more awe-inspiring arrogance at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and also blocked the strong wind for Yun Hailan, preventing the wind knife from piercing her delicate face like a flower.

Having exhausted all his strength, his thin lips pursed, revealing a resolute and stubborn aura.

"Yikes!"

Suddenly, Yun Hailan let out a low ** again.

A black fire grazed her white thighs, burning off a corner of her dress. A scorched black scorched black appeared, and several blisters emerged.

The blisters quickly exploded in the strong wind, and a liquid mixed with a little blood flowed down her long snow-white legs.

Wu Feng's heart was shocked, and he even felt an evil force invading Yun Hailan's body.

He had to urge part of the Yuan Force to force the black fire out of Yun Hailan's body, only to see a black qi erupt from the wound and return to nothingness.

But as a result, the flight speed slows down suddenly. The surging flying sword is coming.

Wu Feng didn't dare to reflexively block or attack, which would only shorten the distance between the two sides more and more.

He had to bite the tip of his tongue again and activate the heart-urging technique. Bright red blood poured from the strip of his tongue. The tearing pain drew the meridians around his body, causing his speed to increase again.

Another flying sword brushed by, and Wu Feng suddenly turned sideways, allowing Yun Hailan to avoid it, and took a hard blow with his leg, although it was protected by True Qi Yuan Force. It also cut off a small piece of flesh, and blood gushed out.

However, a little pursuit made the two fall into such an embarrassment, and the Immortal King couldn't help but look up to the sky and smile!

After all, the Holy King Dao Sect is also known as a famous and decent family, but the Immortal King who is dressed in black and shrouded in purple fire really looks extremely evil, more like a demon monk than a noble and elegant drunken incense!

"There's no point in smashing eggs with a giant hammer. But you really have no power to resist in front of me!" the Immortal King shouted: "Crazy boy, just your little catty, you still want to attack Guanzhong? You two can't live today! For the sake of your lust, accompany this woman to hell!"

Wu Feng pursed his lips, and the sharp pain on his tongue made him speechless for a while.

But his speed suddenly accelerated, and he threw the Immortal King and the others out in an instant.

"Humph!"

The Immortal King snorted coldly, the purple fire was surging, and he turned around, ignoring his group for a while, and swayed up alone, but it was much faster than Wu Feng after the acceleration!

The long sword Ling pointed back, and the black fire swooped towards Wu Feng like fireworks exploding in the sky.

Wu Feng was suddenly startled, hurriedly turned around, and the red sword cloak meandered away, like a furious dragon stirring the sea.

The stars in the sky seemed to suddenly become brighter.

Bright starlight suddenly bloomed above Wu Feng's body, reaching the sky and the ground, enveloping Yun Hailan together.

At such a critical juncture, his face finally showed a little panic.

But there is still a pride in the eyes!

The sword scurried away, swirling the long wind, forming two smooth arcs.

The arc seems to have life, and there are two yin and yang fish faintly showing on both sides, swimming around, with yang in yin and yin in yang.

The air currents pulled each other, and two fish eyes appeared in the void.

Reverse the chaos of the yin and yang sword!

With a sword in hand, the yin and yang are reversed, and the yin and yang qi are constantly drumming on the blade of the sword, as if to stir up the entire universe.

Wu Feng took out his sword one after another, and with the dissipating power of Yin and Yang, he dissolved the black fire offensive flying in the sky, and the sword blade flew point, and one after another exploded, slashing the black fire into nothingness.

But he seemed to be calm with his sword, but in fact, the strange power of the ice and flame in the black fire flowed into his body along the blade of the sword. It made him feel a pang of disgust in his chest!

After resisting this round, Wu Feng's speed dropped sharply again.

And the Zhu Immortal King slowed down for a long time, waiting for the crowd to catch up with his pace.

"It's not going to go on like this. Yun Hailan looked at Wu Feng with a vaguely painful but resolute expression, with a distressed look in his eyes, and said to him softly. (To be continued.) )