The white light rises and brightens the eyeballs.

Corpse explosion!

The power of the explosion of a giant ghost servant can already be imagined.

Not to mention, the explosion of the five ghost servants combined is earth-shattering!

Han Yue gasped, put down the jade flute, and wiped away the remaining blood stains from the corners of her mouth, using such an ability was not a great drain on herself.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the dust flying in the sky, and the corpse was so thick that it was impossible to see the situation inside.

"Ye Zifeng, it's a pity ......"

The corners of her mouth raised a sneer: "Originally, I wanted to refine you into my high-level ghost servant, but now, I'm afraid I won't be able to find your whole corpse, I have to say, it's a pity." ”

......

"This ......"

At the same time, everyone suddenly swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva, as if their throats were dry, and their faces were full of shocked expressions.

"Ye Zifeng is like this, dead?"

Their faces became increasingly difficult to look at, Ye Zifeng was no better than Li Yunsheng, one less Li Yunsheng was no big deal, but if there was no Ye Zifeng, how would the next battle be fought?

"Who said Brother Zifeng is dead. ”

Ye Xueyi's beautiful eyes widened and her heart trembled.

"No, it can't be!"

Her head exploded with a "buzz", shaking her head fiercely, her pretty face turned white, her pretty face suddenly became much haggard, and she rushed to the place where Ye Zifeng was just now, which was the center of the explosion.

"Brother Zifeng can't just die like this!"

"Xueyi, don't be impulsive......"

Ye Xueyi looked back and glanced at her coldly: "I've said it, you are not allowed to call me that." ”

Liu Ningzi couldn't hold her, licked her lips, and had a complicated look in her eyes, so she had to stand in place like everyone else, looking at her back from afar.

Han Yue saw Ye Xueyi rushing alone, and her bright eyes showed a slight surprise.

"This little girl is not afraid of death. In that case, I will be kind enough to leave you a whole corpse. ”

She sneered, picked up the jade flute in her hand, and suddenly let out a slight trill.

When the two ghost servants who were close to each other heard the sound, their movements froze, and after a moment, their eyes lit up with red light, and they rushed towards Ye Xueyi fiercely.

"Don't stand in my way. ”

Ye Xueyi's face was full of anger, and the Wind King Martial Soul that was urged out formed two air blades, circling and blowing towards the two ghost servants.

It was slightly better than the previous situation when Zhao Shucheng returned with a futile blow, and these two air blades hit the ghost servant's chest, stirring up a layer of blood.

However, it is just a layer of blood.

Her Wind King Martial Soul, after all, has only just been obtained, and even if the potential is high, at this stage, it has not yet reached the level of the middle level of a martial apprentice.

Han Yue showed a trace of disdain on her face, and persuaded her: "Ye Zifeng's sister, right?" Little girl, don't struggle, no matter who you are today, you have to leave your life behind, and no one is exempt. ”

"Not necessarily. ”

Ye Xueyi frowned, bit her thin lip, and she pulled out a wind blade from the space jade pendant in an instant.

In the calm air, a terrible howl suddenly sounded.

The two ghost servants were still smiling to themselves, and before they could react too much, Ye Xueyi's eyes flashed, and the wind blade in his hand slashed through the afterimages in front of them.

The air flow is full, and the sword strikes in a flash.

"Whoosh!" the wind whistled in his ears.

The two giant ghost servants couldn't even see the direction of the wind blade clearly, let alone raise their hands to block it.

Between their throats, the blood marks from the beginning gradually expanded into several blood holes, and even continued to expand.

With a "bang", their throats were completely stabbed by Ye Xueyi's wind blade, and they burst in the air!

The next moment, their bodies stiffened, like stone slabs, and they fell straight to the ground.

"What ......"

Han Yue's heart froze, how did she know that the little girl in front of her, who was slightly inferior in strength, got a complete set of spirit-level peak wind suits from the Martial Pole Medicine Pavilion.

"Tempest suit...... Alas, it would have been nice if I had won the first place at the last pet hunting conference. Zhao Shucheng sighed with a little envy.

The lack of strength can be made up for by Ye Xueyi's unique advantages of the suit.

"This girl is a little similar to your brother, and it's not so easy to deal with. ”

Han Yue came back to her senses slightly, nodded with a sneer, and said.

"That's it, I'll fulfill you, how Ye Zifeng died, how I let you die now!"

So, she picked up the jade flute, put it between her lips, and a very passionate flute sounded again.

When Zicang saw her pick up the jade flute, he knew that everyone's end was decided.

After all, this group of corpse frenzy, inspired by the fantasy flute of the cold moon, is incomparably powerful.

And the corpse explosion is her unique killer feature.

In his opinion, the rest of the people have nothing to do.

Even if Ye Xueyi had a wind suit, at most she would hold on for a while, and sooner or later she would be swallowed up by this sea of corpses.

Zicang's face was filled with an indifferent smile, and he sighed: "Since Ye Zifeng is dead, your defeat is decided, everyone, do it yourself." ”

He was about to leave, when suddenly a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Who said I was dead?"

Zicang's footsteps froze, and the blood coagulated all over his body.

In addition, when he heard this, Han Yue's hand holding the jade flute was also frozen on the spot.

The two of them looked at the center of the corpse explosion just now.

"Sub...... Brother Zifeng. Ye Xueyi slowly raised her head, the light in her bright eyes froze, and her pretty face turned into a smile.

The corpse qi dissipated, and Ye Zifeng's body was surrounded by a giant finger of white bones.

Around him, it sank to a height of about half a man, and a large sand pit was recessed.

And he stood on the high ground, although his face looked a little pale.

However, there is no doubt that Ye Zifeng is indeed alive.

"Alright, ghost, you can rest first. ”

Ye Zifeng smiled indifferently, only to see the white bone giant finger in front of him slowly turn into a stream of aura, along the blood line of his arms, back to his mind.

In any case, these five consecutive corpse explosions were actually resisted by Ye Zifeng and the white bone giant finger, and they were forced to endure.

"You ......"

Zicang's eyes were originally narrowed, and they widened almost at the same time.

"Is it really good to be in a daze in front of me?" Ye Zifeng sneered.

Then, the ice bloom shone, and the brilliant brilliance of the Ice Emperor Sword arose, drawing a long silver glow in the air.

The tip of the sword is facing Zicang's pupils, constantly expanding!

Zi Cang's face twitched slightly, and when he came back to his senses, the bright silver thin sword in his hand struck out from under the flank, and a sword was pointed at the tip of the Ice Emperor Sword, slightly deflecting it.

However, in a hurry, he made a rash move, but he was still shocked by this huge force, and the tiger's mouth was suddenly cracked open, and blood flowed.

And that brilliant ice bloom, along the sword body of the bright silver thin sword, kept freezing upward, and suddenly froze out of Zicang's fingers, and all the way down his wrists, arms wrapped around, forming a thick layer of frost.

Han Yue hesitated slightly, made a decision, and immediately held the jade flute, and quickly blew out a strong sound.

The thick frost shook by the sound of the flute, and in an instant it shattered from Zicang's arm and fell to the ground, falling into ice slag.

Zicang was rescued by Hanyue, and without saying a word, he hurriedly lifted his aura and retreated more than a dozen steps in a row.

It's just that he was attacked by the frost qi of the Ice Emperor Sword, and the speed of his retreat became a little slower.

"Still want to escape?"

Ye Zifeng smiled lightly, and wiped the illusion crystal ring suddenly, and the purple electric flying sword immediately fell into his hand, facing the bright silver thin sword of Zicang.

If you don't count the frost qi of the Ice Emperor Sword, Ye Zifeng is still used to using the Purple Electric Flying Sword when slashing, which is due to the speed bonus of the Purple Electric Suit.

"Ding Ding Ding!" only a few sounds of Jin Ge clashing.

As soon as Ye Zifeng made a move, he was ruthless.

Seven swords in a row, the sword and sword went away.

"This ......"

Zicang has always boasted that he is a genius, hiding his own strength in the Sword Cultivation Pavilion, and has always believed that among students in the same realm, no one can surpass him in talent.

Now, however, he has changed his mind.

After handing over Ye Zifeng, Zicang suddenly felt the infinite subtlety contained in the opponent's sword moves, and in his heart, there was a faint trace of inferiority complex.

"Ye Zifeng, you ......" Zicang looked up in amazement.

"I said it, is it really okay to be in a daze in front of me?"

Ye Zifeng saw a flaw in the other party, and sneered slightly, the purple lightning flying sword was really like lightning, and it struck out quickly.

Zicang was shocked, and seeing that it was too late to dodge, he immediately stretched out his left hand to resist.

"Huh!"

A bloody flower exploded in the air, shining with silver light.

A flying sword actually poked out a big blood hole in Zicang's entire left hand.

Moreover, that's not all, the purple lightning flying sword was still there, and it burst in all the way and stabbed straight into his chest.

With a muffled snort, Zicang's face suddenly became extremely white and painful.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and his whole body exploded with a mighty, sky-high aura, and with a fight, he ejected the purple electric flying sword from his body, shaking Ye Zifeng away.

Ye Zifeng frowned, and took a few steps back, avoiding the invasion of this sky-high aura.

However, from just now to now, Ye Zifeng's strong breath has been used to the full.

"Poof......

His throat was sweet, his chest was blocked, and at this time, he couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood arrows, and he hurriedly swung the purple lightning flying sword, and pressed the tip of the sword against the gravel ground, barely allowing himself to fall.

"You...... You were really seriously injured just now?" Zicang was slightly stunned, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth inadvertently.

Almost, Ye Zifeng's attack just now, as long as he deviated a little further, he could break through Zicang's heart and kill Zicang on the spot.

However, he failed in the end.

Ye Zifeng didn't answer, he forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit blood, and his face was a little ugly.

He turned around, gritted his teeth, and ran in the direction of Ye Xueyi.

"Xueyi, keep up with me. ”

Zicang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head suddenly, looked at where Han Yue was, and shouted.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Ye Zifeng is already seriously injured! This is already his last struggle!"

As he spoke, he was so excited that he suddenly felt dizzy and his eyes blackened, and he slowly fell to the ground, unable to move anymore......