Yan Feishuang stepped lightly under his feet, and the silver streamer flashed, only to see that he was like a wild goose with wings spreading, almost jumping to a height of thirty meters.

And in mid-air, he didn't make any movement to borrow strength, but he forcibly moved forward dozens of meters, and the Yanling knife in his hand slashed horizontally, and the silver crescent moon crossed a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, enveloping the location of the Wind Messenger.

With a hideous look on his face, the Wind Bringer held his hands in front of him, and the whirlwind that gathered formed a shield.

But the cutting power of the silver crescent moon was far beyond his imagination, and he saw a flash of blood, and the Wind Messenger covering his wounds fell directly from mid-air.

When he fell, he still had a look of surprise on his face, after all, Yan Feishuang's sneak attack was indeed too insidious.

He was confident that he was in his heyday, no, even if he was slightly injured before, he should be able to defeat Yan Feishuang.

But now he has basically consumed most of the energy in his body, and he can't even rub another storm ball, so how can he fight the enemy in this state.

Yan Feishuang's body in mid-air turned, like a spinning top for more than a dozen turns, and the silver crescent moon fell down one after another, forming a crescent moon rainstorm.

The Wind Bringer's face was extremely ugly, he raised his hands, and the whirlwind that rose from the ground converged into a small ball of energy, and then he put his hands in front of him, and his two index fingers and little fingers stood up and joined each other, only to see that the wind energy ball instantly poured forward, forming a very sharp fan-shaped shock wave.

But this move only fended off the crescents that fell towards him, and the larger number of crescents were all scattered around, and this trick was simply devastating for those alien creatures and berserkers.

Especially in their current state, they can't even block a move, if they are lucky, they can still try to dodge, maybe only lose an arm and leg, but their luck is not good, they are hit in the vital part, then they will be killed on the spot.

With one move, the two sides were mixed together, close to 50 enemies, Yan Fei fell down in both directions, and the two immediately became a group.

I have to say that the phase between the Wind Messenger and Yan Feishuang is really poor, and he himself is the type of mage who has super strong attack power and a very long distance to release moves.

In the face of Yan Feishuang, an assassin character who also has super attack power, but has super high agility, especially good at tossing and turning at close range, he is not an opponent at all.

A cold sensation swept over his side, and the Tempestbringer tried his best to dodge to the right, but the next moment, his left arm flew straight out.

With a hideous look, he didn't care about his injuries at all, but raised his right hand and flicked it in the direction of Yan Feishuang, and the three storm arrows were directly released at a super close distance.

He drained half of the energy left in his body in one fell swoop before he used such a move.

But he didn't think that Yan Feishuang could block it at all, only in terms of the power of the moves, he and the Thunder Messenger were the strongest among the 12 envoys.

And the Thunderbringer's moves also occupy a large range, that is to say, in terms of single attacks, it is the strongest of the Tempest Messenger, and there is no one.

However, Yan Feishuang's reaction was beyond the expectations of the Wind Messenger, only to see his body twist, the whole person was like a spirit snake, and flashed hard, these three storm arrows no more than 20 centimeters apart, not even a single scratch.

After all, he is a primitive person, and he has never seen such a high-level thing as light skill and bone shrinking skill, the two tricks are mixed together, even if Yan Feishuang's bone shrinking skill is a second-rate level, and the light skill is only barely entering the first-class, but it still has caused a dimensionality reduction blow to primitive people.

Seizing this opportunity, he swung forward vigorously, and the Yanling knife slashed directly through the throat of the Wind Bringer, and the shocked look on his face quickly froze, and then turned into despair, helplessness, and relief.

In just half a second, he changed his expression several times in a row, and finally the relieved Wind Bringer fell backwards, and in the process of his fall, the cyan crystal with the word wind in it floated up from his forehead.

Yan Feishuang grabbed the cyan crystal, stuffed it into his pocket, and then spun around, and the blade slashed through the three alien creatures that rushed towards him.

The battle here ended quickly, but the other two battles were not like this, Yan Fei was slightly stronger than Meng, while the giant tiger completely crushed the wind messenger, and the comparison between the two showed how tormented Meng was under the hands of the giant tiger.

However, he was lucky, he had a stone orb in his hand, if he only counted the melee strength, then he would definitely be beaten into an iron man, but with the rock summoned by the stone orb, he was able to occasionally block the giant tiger's moves.

Especially there, with the help of the dryland skateboard he had just developed, his mobility surpassed the giant tiger by several grades.

An angry roar came out of his mouth, and the black mist floating behind him almost condensed into a substantial black beast head.

The giant tiger felt that Meng was really a waste of his strength, and it was not quite pleasant to fight against himself head-on just now? Why is he slippery like a loach now, this kind of fighting is his least favorite way to fight.

He clenched the spear in his hand and slammed it into the ground, and the black mist formed a circle and quickly dispersed.

Unable to dodge, he fell backwards after being hit, seizing this opportunity, the giant tiger rushed forward in three steps and two steps, his left hand poked forward, and the black mist shrouded his palm, forming a real tiger claw.

Seeing his move, he pulled towards Meng's chest, intending to disembowel him, but at this moment, Yan Feishuang, who rushed over, slashed with all his might, and the silver knife that almost reached a zhang left a deep ravine on the ground.

The giant tiger's body that noticed something bad was retracted vigorously, but the knife still swept past the black tiger claws, and I saw half of the tiger claws fall to the ground, and the giant tiger that took three steps back lowered its head and looked.

The black mist that surrounded his arm immediately dissipated, and his left hand, which had been cut off by his wrist, reappeared.

In the face of this injury, which can almost be said to be terrifying, the giant tiger did not show the slightest worry on his face, he just took out a piece of cyan cloth from his pocket and wrapped the wound on his left hand.

Then he looked at Yan Feishuang, who had already gotten up, and Yan Feishuang, who had an anxious look.