In the past, Chasing Wind enjoyed the thrill of hitting the target after each arrow was shot, because the picture of destruction was beautiful. Even the three arrows that had just been empty were full of the devastating beauty that he admired.

He had always felt that there was nothing more beautiful than an arrow that pierced everything.

But now, he had no time to care, no heart to appreciate the result of the arrow.

To shoot out is to simply shoot out.

It no longer makes him feel excited, because one of Howling Wind's hands is gone, and the thing that breaks off his left arm is even more weird.

It was a white bone hand burning with blue flames, clutching a three-foot-long sword that burned with flames. They just came out of nowhere, without warning.

Howling Wind, the 2600th Wind Spirit Sword Body in the Spirit Body Rankings, had been completed ten years ago. Even without the protection of Zhenyue's armor, no one in the half-step Zhenyue would be able to hurt him.

But now, the arm is broken.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud bang came, and the air wave suddenly swept over.

Chasing Feng subconsciously glanced to his side, the person carrying Yan Peng on his back was already walking, and behind him, the yellow dog that had been lying on the ground stood up. One paw held down three arrows!

And under the dog's paw, which was not as big as a fist, a dog's paw print two or three feet wide came into view.

"There's something weird about this dog!" he exclaimed as one hand grabbed Howling Wind.

Rumble!

Blue flames burst forth.

The originally black dog eyes suddenly flowed out of blue flames—it just stepped on the flames and approached step by step. At the same time, the bone hand holding the sword on the side also slowly appeared.

It was a skeletal man with a mouth open and laughing, and although it was wearing clothes that covered its skeleton, the white spine on its neck made it possible to imagine what it looked like under the clothes.

"What the hell?" Chasing Wind glanced at Ghost Rider, and then at Wen Ping, who was drifting away.

"Don't look at it, speed to solve them. If Yan Peng is rescued by that person, how can you and I go to see Elder Tianchen?" At this time, Xiao Feng had already sealed his left arm and stopped the flow of blood.

Holding a sword in one hand, his face is full of murderous intent!

The left hand is gone, but the second vein can be opened, and the battle has just begun.

Bang!

Fill the veins open!

Golden swirls slowly emerge on the wrist.

"Shocking!"

Xuan-level mid-grade pulse technique - out!

This was obtained by spending nearly fifty years of contribution points in the sect thirty years ago, and in the past thirty years, he has studied hard every day and has reached the realm of great success. It had only drunk the blood of a half-step Zhenyue's monster.

Today, he decided to use it to kill this blue fire monster!

The angry shout fell, and the whole person jumped up, and from a distance, a shocking flood rose into the sky. The momentum of the waves was suppressed by the fierce waves, like the wind of death blowing in the abyss.

The sword is man.

Man is also a sword.

In an instant, he was in front of the Ghost Rider.

Of course, this is not the end, Chasing Wind and Howling Wind never act alone.

Even if the Xuan-level mid-grade pulse technique is sure that it can kill the enemy, chasing the wind will still bend the bow and arrows.

"Give me death!"

Boom~

Boom~

The sound of the bowstring vibrating continuously, and it was the pulse that swept out that made the wooden house feel as if it were being blown by a strong wind. The pillar with the large mouth of the bowl snapped apart with a sound.

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of the bowstring is interspersed with the sound of two pulses.

With the sound of vibrating pulses, two streamers of golden veins immediately turned around the three arrows that flew out, and they swirled around the arrows that turned into silver rays. The arrows that followed Howling Wind struck in front of Ghost Rider's eyes.

"Even if you are the demon king of the half-step Zhenyue, you have to die!" Chasing Feng gritted his teeth and watched the arrow fly out.

Fifty years ago, this arrow killed the demon king of Zhenyue in half a step.

Nowadays, it's even stronger!

However, at this moment, the Evil Ghost Rider just laughed and went straight to meet him.

At some point, a crimson iron chain appeared in his hand, and it shook it up, and at the same time he threw the sword out. The Flying Sword spun around and headed for the three arrows, and the crimson chains swept down towards the whistling wind.

Woof!

The mountain dog barked angrily.

As if to say: The sect master asked me to kill you, and you have to die!

The next moment, the flying sword general landed in front of the three arrows first, slashing one of the arrows, and at the same time, a dog's claw phantom in the sky also fell, smashing the other two arrows.

Rumble!

A loud sound soared into the sky.

It woke up the entire Shanhai City and alarmed everyone.

The swept air wave instantly made the entire Deqing Fang come to naught, and those who watched from a distance were dumbfounded.

And in this thick dust, in the center of the air wave, the Evil Spirit Rider and the howling wind also fought together. There was no momentum after the collision between the arrow and the sword, only the continuous flashing of streamers.

The golden light was whistling.

And the crimson, constantly sweeping around, is the Evil Ghost Rider's.

It's just tangled.

"How is that possible?"

Even if it was entangled, it surprised Howling Wind.

How could this skeleton have the power of a half-step Zhenyue?

So what exactly is the chain?

Why can you pick up his mystical mid-grade pulse technique at will?

No matter how you cut it, you can only leave behind a short and brilliant spark that sputters in all directions.

"The strength of this monster is faintly beyond the half-step Zhenyue with an innate vein, and the iron chain is even more strange. The more he fought, the more he felt that the wind was getting harder, "Chase the wind, disperse the smoke and dust, and shoot with all your might!"

"Isn't it okay?"

Chasing the wind, who is fighting with the mountain dogs, has a sad face.

Because this alone has wiped out Deqing Fang, with hundreds of white crystals lost. If this is done with all its might, several surrounding markets will also be razed to the ground, and the losses will be even greater.

Xiao Feng replied coldly, "Do you know the consequences of Yan Peng's rescue?"

Capturing Yan Peng back was the most important task for the two of them to come here. And this premise is to immediately deal with the skeleton monster in front of you, as well as the big yellow dog.

Just when the two of them were about to use their full strength, Wen Ping had already walked out of Deqing Fang, and rushed towards the periphery directly in the crowd. However, he saw a large number of Iron Mountain Pavilion disciples guarding there in front of him.

None of them were let go!

Wen Ping hurriedly stepped forward and was about to break in directly, "Let me go, he's about to die." ”

"Wait!"

A Tongxuan Realm disciple directly stopped Wen Ping, looked Wen Ping up and down, and then his gaze fell on Yan Peng. Seeing that Yan Peng was wearing his own clothes, he hurriedly went to shake his head.

This move is naturally for the sake of looking at the face.

Yan Peng's face, before leaving, they all looked at the portrait, and they all knew each other.

"Let's go. ”

After seeing that it turned out to be an unfamiliar face, the disciple of the Xuan Realm immediately chose to let him go.

Wen Ping walked out directly, without a smile. Because for him, what is it to rescue Yan Peng? This is just to bring out the people of the Iron Mountain Pavilion who did not belong in the first place.

Just as I was walking forward, I suddenly heard a rumbling sound behind me!

Heaven and earth change!

In the sky above Deqingfang, there was suddenly lightning and thunder.

In the clouds, a golden figure appeared.

The people who were still surrounded here immediately turned into a flow of people and retreated in shock—the Divine Mystery Realm of the Iron Mountain Pavilion took the lead.