For the sake of Ding Qianfei's safety, Ding Mingfeng was so anxious that he actually dodged away from the formation, and the large array of the Flying Feather Regiment suddenly became less angry. The three elders saw the opportunity and asked Ximenyang to kill Ding Qianfei. In a hurry, Mu Fei came to the eyes of the array, although the big array once again emitted momentum. However, due to the poor difference between Mu Tian's spiritual power cultivation and Ding Mingfeng, the momentum of the large array was greatly reduced.

And in the face of Ximen Yang, who had greatly reduced the momentum of the large array, he was overjoyed, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, killing intent emerged, and his palms were glowing with spiritual power, with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, attacking the three flying feather members who rushed over.

"Hmm~"

With a few muffled snorts, the members of the Flying Feather Regiment were knocked away by Ximen Yang almost at the same time, and their bodies flew out upside down, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist in midair.

The members of the Flying Feather Regiment were stunned for a moment, and a trace of consternation flashed in their eyes. The three elders who were spiritual powers just now couldn't beat them to vomit blood with a single palm. This Ximen Yang is a spirit master, how can he have such great power?

Although they were suspicious in their hearts, the members of the Flying Feather Regiment did not slow down, and at the same time, the three members of the group pointed their toes on the ground and flew to catch their injured companions.

With a frown, Mu Tian's heart tightened when he saw that he was seriously injured and the Flying Feather Regiment member was seriously injured. His own strength was too low, and the increase in the Flying Feather Regiment members in the big array was too small, so that Ximen Yang seriously injured the three members of the Flying Feather Regiment with one move, and if it continued like this, the Flying Feather Regiment might suffer unbearable losses.

In a hurry, Mu Tian couldn't help but rush towards Ximenyang, and in a flash, he left the formation.

When the flying feather group saw it, his face changed slightly. Without the increase of the Great Array, with their own strength, how could they be Ximen Yang's opponents.

After being stunned for a moment, Ding Xiangfeng made the same gesture. The figures of the members of the Flying Feather Regiment shook, and the large array immediately dispersed into invisibility.

Feeling the momentum of the great array disappear suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed in Ximen Yang's eyes. Stopping the figure that was about to chase and kill Ding Qianfei, his eyes stared ahead, and he said secretly: "This big array was broken by yourself like this?"

Just as Ximen Yang was secretly thinking about it, Mu Tian had already flown over.

"Thunder!"

With a low shout, an egg-sized ball of light appeared on Mu Tian's palm, and with a wave of his hand, the ball of light hit Ximen Yang like lightning.

Hearing the wind behind him, Ximen Yang turned around sharply and saw a ball of light coming towards him. His heart was shocked, his face froze, and he was busy urging his spiritual power. Spiritual power poured out from the palm of his hand, wrapping his hand layer by layer. In an instant, the spiritual power was worn on the palm of his hand like a boxing glove.

Feeling the powerful spiritual power fluctuation in his hand, a smile appeared on Ximenyang's face. He had long heard that Mu Tian's spiritual power was very powerful, but the spiritual power in his palm had also gathered a lot. It is enough to deal with Mu Tian's spiritual skills.

The ball of light flashed in front of Ximenyang, who felt the power of the thunder, smiled slightly, and slapped it casually.

"Bang! boom~"

The ball of light met Ximenyang's palm, like a stone smashing an egg, and the ball of spiritual power light shattered in response, accompanied by a slight thunderous sound, and dissipated into the air.

Slightly stunned, Ximen Yang looked at Mu Tian suspiciously. With this spiritual skill, can he defeat the three elders of the Ouyang family who cast a blood seal?

With a hint of contempt on his face, Ximen Yang once again raised his palm heavily wrapped in spiritual power and slapped it towards Mu Tian.

Seeing the trace of contempt on Ximenyang's face, Mu Tian was overjoyed. Just now, he didn't use the "Nine Thunder Bombardment", but used low-level spiritual skills, just to make Ximenyang misestimate his strength, pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and let Ximenyang suffer a big loss.

Seeing Ximen Yang's quick slap of his palm, Mu Tian had a hint of banter at the corner of his mouth, and his hands moved slightly, intending to form a seal knot and cast a silver needle Xuanwu shield.

"Ximenyang, you can't hurt him. Just when Mu Tian was about to use the Silver Needle Xuanwu Shield to seriously injure Ximen Yang, the anxious voice of the Third Elder suddenly sounded, "We can't fall for his plan." Before killing Ding Qianfei, you can't hurt people anymore. ”

Hearing this, Ximen Yang was stunned and came back to his senses. The opponent has a "rejuvenation technique", and the injuries he inflicted on the opponent will soon be transferred to himself.

Thinking of this body, he shuddered, hurriedly withdrew his palm, took a step back, and subconsciously looked up at the top of his head.

Just now, Ximen Yang injured three members of the Flying Feather Group, and it is said that a faint green disc will appear on his head now.

Seeing that there was no disc on his head, he put his mind at ease, swept his eyes, and looked for Ding Qianfei. The most important thing now is to kill her, as long as he exists, he can't refly anyone in the Feather Regiment.

"Rejuvenation!"

When Ximen Yang was looking around, the members of the Flying Feather Regiment had already formed a large formation with Mu Tian as the eye of the formation. Seeing that the big array had been completed, Ding Qianfei felt that her strength had improved. Mei's eyes narrowed slightly, and she snorted and performed a rejuvenation technique.

Hearing the shouting of Jiao, Ximen Yang followed the voice, and just saw a pale green circle of light resting on the top of the heads of the three flying feathers, while the other, it seems, the shadow of the bright pale green disc, flew towards him quickly.

His heart trembled, he knew the power of the blow just now, and he also felt the injuries in the bodies of the three Flying Feather Regiments, if they were all moved to himself, although he could suppress some of the injuries with his powerful spiritual power, but in that case, in the face of Mu Tian, he would no longer be as handy as he was now.

Thinking of this, Ximen Yang's figure flashed, and he jumped to the side like lightning.

Looking at Ximen Yang's dodging back, Mu Tian's face showed a hint of banter, and immediately, his hands quickly formed a knot.

"All souls forbidden!"

With Mu Tian's secret drink, a number of spiritual power drilled out of his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a small snake with spiritual power, and the snake's head was slightly raised, like a tiger staring at a prey at any time, ready to wait for an opportunity.

"Ahh

Ximen Yang, who dodged and dodged, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the looming disc, which followed him like a shadow.

Shocked in his heart, Ximen Yang's body suddenly slowed down. The almost transparent disc with a little green glow sped up above his head, hovering over it, shaking slightly.

With the shaking of the disc, Ximen Yang's face turned pale instantly. He felt that his life was passing, but he had no choice but to watch as his health shifted to the others.

At the same time as being frightened, a thought suddenly popped up in Ximenyang's mind, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead. Did the three members of the Flying Feather Regiment deliberately get injured in order to kill the enemy in this way?

Seeing the stunned Ximen Yang, Mu Tian's heart was overjoyed, and his mind moved, and a light blade appeared on his palm. The palm of his hand gently pushed forward, and the light blade quickly slashed towards Ximen Yang. After glancing at the blade, Mu Tian flicked his index finger.

"Go!"

With a muffled snort, the little spiritual power snake on Mu Tian's palm suddenly flew out, like a sharp arrow off the string, catching up with the pale silver light blade released earlier.

At this time, the blade of light had already come behind Ximen Yangmian. Although Ximen Yang was in shock, as a spirit master, he was still very sensitive to spiritual power fluctuations, and when Mu Tian's light blade came to him, he immediately came back to his senses. No longer bothering about the lost health, concentrate on dealing with Mu Tian's sneak attack.

Since he easily smashed the thundering ball of light last time, this time, Ximen Yang didn't gather much spiritual power in his palm, so he slapped it casually.

"Poof~"

With a soft sound, this light blade was weaker than the light ball last time, and it shattered almost as soon as it touched Ximen Yang's palm.

A contemptuous face appeared on his face, Ximen Yang didn't know that this light blade was condensed by Mu Tian, and thought it was a spiritual skill. Feeling that Mu Tian's spiritual skills were weaker than the other, he thought that this time Mu Tian was using a bitter trick to hurt himself, and then pass it on to him.

"Mu Tian, you think I'm stupid....... Ximen Yang showed a hint of ridicule on his face and said softly.

Before he finished speaking, Ximen Yang's voice stopped suddenly, his body trembled, and he looked at the little snake with spiritual power in the palm of his hand in horror.

Because this little snake with spiritual power was too small, and the fluctuation of spiritual power was also very weak, and it was hidden behind that light blade, Ximen Yang did not find it.

Although this spiritual power snake does not have much power, but Mu Tian strangely hides it behind the light blade, the power of this spiritual power snake must be extraordinary. But now that Ximen Yang wants to dodge again, it seems to be a little late.

His face changed slightly, and Ximen Yang also knew that he couldn't dodge now. I had to desperately urge the spiritual power in my body, gathered in the palm of my hand, and prepared to resist Mu Tian's move.

"Huh?"

With a hint of surprise on his face, Ximen Yang didn't feel the slightest attack, as if no one had ever attacked him.

"Ahh

Just when Ximen Yang was surprised, his palm suddenly felt that something had invaded. He exclaimed, and his face turned bloody. Stunned for a moment, he hurriedly urged the spiritual power in his body to rush to the heart vein, and protected the heart vein.

It's a pity that Mu Tian's spiritual power invasion is not an ordinary spiritual power invasion, but a strange spiritual skill. It does not attack people's hearts, but limits people's spiritual power.

Soon Ximen Yang felt the strangeness of Mu Tian's little snake that sacrificed spiritual power, and his already pale face became a little paler, and it was pasted on his head like a blank piece of paper.