With just one blow, it made Izumi's ultimate collapse in an instant.

The seemingly terrifying giant snake is just a strong outsider, and there is no threat at all.

"I don't quite understand what you're referring to, though."

Su Feng smiled indifferently, "But before you say big things, it's better to weigh your own weight, otherwise it's easy to make jokes." ”

Grunt!

Izumi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and under the pervasive spiritual pressure, large beads of sweat overflowed on his slightly rugged face.

Things have changed!

The difference in strength between the two sides is too big, not to mention one for one, if he can escape this death, he will definitely worship the Spirit King when he goes back.

"Broken Path Thirty-One: Red Artillery!"

Izumi raised his hand and a ball of fire burst out, instantly igniting the wood debris that fell in the air.

In an instant, the sea of fire surged, directly engulfing the wind.

Without a moment's hesitation, he turned around and left, ready to flee the battlefield.

A sword press killed the giant snake created by the Thorn Kill in an instant, and this level of monster was simply not something he could deal with.

Save your strength for another day's return to the battlefield.

"You seem to be far inferior to your subordinates when it comes to seeing death as home."

A familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded behind him, causing Izumi's breath to freeze instantly, as he sensed the spiritual pressure that was close at hand.

He only felt his scalp tingle, and a biting chill immediately swept over his body, almost swallowing his reason.

Monsters, absolute monsters!

Izumi swung the spiky sword in his hand, and countless thorny rattans flew out of the blade and gathered towards the rear.

Don't want this trick to hurt the opponent, just hinder the opponent's instantaneous speed.

However, these thorny rattans could not even get close to the range of three meters of the wind, and they were directly torn to pieces by the violent wind.

The difference in strength is too big and not at all on the same level.

Another frenzied thorn struck, weaving a huge net, and in this way Imaizumi tried to block the speed of Sufeng's advance.

But its end is the same as the previous move.

The sky was littered with debris like a downpour.

After realizing that the pursuit of the two had moved away from the previous battlefield, Su Feng sped up a few moments, and instantly approached the back of Izumi:

"Alright, you've done it."

"Now you can go to hell and repent of your sins."

Slash the Void!

The wind swept out with a knife, and the violent wind swept through the mountains and forests, turning into a terrifying celestial phenomenon and descending in front of him in an instant.

Bang!

Under the endless wind, Izumi's body was directly stripped of its vitality, and its skin, flesh and bones were completely wiped out.

When the wind recedes, there will be only a mess left at the scene.

The former vice captain of the fourth team, Imaizumi, is dead!

Tracing the wind and standing with his sword closed, looking back at the battlefield behind, he felt the spiritual pressure of the middle Tsunayama Shitan.

Active, gloomy and cold, still in its heyday.

This level of fighting didn't seem to have much of an impact on him.

He pondered for a moment, then took out the wool he had gathered from Kiyonosuke Yamada in his arms.

A test tube filled with a black liquid, in which lumps of flesh are faintly visible fluttering - flesh compensator.

Kiyonosuke Yamada developed a drug related to the manufacture of the human body.

It is inspired by the blood pool hell of Kirinji Tenshiro and can be used to replenish the body and blood of the wounded.

The advantages and disadvantages are also similar to those of the Blood Pool Hell, if the user's body is intact and the blood is sufficient, the flesh compensator will over-recover, resulting in blood oozing and loss.

"It's not a wise choice to kill the last seat of the family in a grand way."

Tracing the wind manipulated the wind, tearing the feather weave in the ribcage, revealing strong muscles, and then poured out a small amount of flesh compensator and applied it to the skin.

When he landed, a large amount of blood seeped out of the epidermis and instantly soaked the clothes.

"I teased that guy's nerves many times before, and it should have made him hold a grudge."

Su Feng's face turned pale, and the lack of blood still had some impact on him, "Now that such a good opportunity has been created, how will Tsunami Shitan choose?" ”

In order to prevent the boat from capsizing in the gutter, he once again used the remaining flesh compensator to make up for the loss of blood.

Back and forth, it's just a little embarrassed on the outside.

Tracing Wind manipulated the spiritual pressure, suppressing the change in the color of his face, trying to make himself look badly damaged.

After adding a few more details, he returned to his previous battlefield.

Shortly after Sukaze and Imaizumi left, the battle was quickly turned around with the addition of Tsunayo Tokitan and Tsunayo Tokieda.

By the time the wind reappeared, the battle had basically come to an end.

Tsunaya Shitan swung out with a knife and slit the throat of the rebel, the other party's eyes widened, his hands subconsciously covered his neck that was constantly spurting blood, and his expression was distorted and he fell down.

"Lady Tracer!?"

He noticed Su Feng's appearance, and came over with a worried face, and directly reached out to help, "Your injury ......"

Su Feng subconsciously dodged, but he couldn't dodge the white hands.

Immediately, the wind breath broke out, pushing away the time beach of Tsunami Dai, and Su Feng replied indifferently with an expression: "It's just a small injury, don't delay and continue to fight." ”

"Gather the rest of the people and prepare to go to the next battlefield."

The battlefield was brutal, especially between nobles and rebels.

Although the battlefield here was victorious, only three or two big cats and small cats survived.

"The way of fighting remains the same, still a team of three people, rushing to other battlefields to support."

Su Feng didn't have the talent to command battles, but fortunately, the battle between the gods of death didn't use any skills to command.

Being able to cooperate with each other is already a great progress.

The rest of the people formed teams in threes and threes, and quickly assigned their respective squads.

Coincidentally, there are still three people left.

Tsunayo Shizhi stood silently behind Sufeng and didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Su Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he wanted to separate her with him, so as to create an opportunity for Tsunaya Dai Shitan.

But on second thought, this is too obvious, and it is likely to startle the snake.

After hesitation, he still chose to let Tsunaya Tokie act together.

The team dispersed and went to support different battlefields, and before leaving, they did not forget to divide a few parts of the spirit cutting rope.

It wasn't of much use to him, but it was enough to change the outcome of the other people's battles.

"We continue north, and there is only one battlefield left in this direction." Tracing Wind commanded.

He was still walking in the lead, and it seemed that the injury had no effect on him.

Tsunaya Shitan looked at the distant back, the corners of his mouth were raised, the smile became more and more despicable, his eyes wandered, and he inadvertently glanced at Tsunaya Shizhi.

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not."

The faint murmur was far away in the wind, "This is a rare opportunity......

Twenty kilometers deeper into the north, Su Feng's face became more and more pale, there was no blood, and his breathing was slightly disordered.

Just as a violent spiritual pressure fluctuation vaguely erupted in front of him, he was about to speak.

Without warning, a cold light struck from the right rear, and the cold sword press slashed through the air with swift momentum, landing on Su Feng's arm.

Blood, splash!