"Look for death!"

Seeing Song Zhi'an, who was seriously injured and spitting blood from his mouth, Song Yifei's breath burst all over his body, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

The true qi in the meridians was running rapidly, turning into a fierce and uncast extreme yang state, and he slammed the horse's back with his palm, and leaped up in the air.

The true qi of the legs exploded, stepping on the body of the horse, and the peerless body method of floating light and glimpse was exerted to the extreme, the body seemed to merge into the void, and the volley transformed into a heavy figure, breaking through the hazy rain and fog, and instantly spanning a distance of dozens of meters, to the center of the station.

Cracking sound!

Due to the speed being too fast, the body pulled out a white dotted line, forming a terrifying sound wave, rolling up layers of wind, and forcibly clearing a passage.

Tweeted!

The horses were crushed by the violent reaction, fell to their knees, smashed into a three-foot-deep pit of dirt, and screamed in the sky.

Whew!

Lu Qing's eyes flew like a swallow, and she also jumped off her horse and ran towards the center of the battlefield, but it was a pity that she was practicing the best light skills, and she only reached Dacheng, and her speed was a lot slower than Song Yifei.

To get to the gates, you have to take two breaths.

With the reaction of the innate master, two breaths, there was no time to rescue.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The guards who have been waiting for a long time, and the low-level catchers, the right hand conjures into an afterimage, takes arrows, draws bows, loosens strings, and does it in one go!

Bang bang!

The dense rain of arrows, like locusts, tore through the air and covered Xiang Lu Qingyan, Wu Jinyan and others.

Only Song Yifei arrived first, broke the calculation of Wang Feng and others, and avoided the rain of arrows.

"It's so fast! It's congenital perfection!

Wang Feng was shocked, but he didn't lie, he still chased and killed Song Zhi'an with a knife, wanting to solve it first.

Jiang Menglan and the other three gold medalists caught fast, their eyes were calm, and they also had no intention of stopping.

The cold sword light, the illusory sword shadow, the furious palm power, the flying short knife, and the spear like a dragon almost all shot at the same time.

Save whom?

"Glimpse of the Shadows of the Mysteries!"

Without thinking or hesitating, Song Yifei, who came like a shadow, moved his body illusoryly, splitting into nine phantoms in an instant, and rushed towards the seven people!

Bang!

Only his three-third-percent strength, and somewhat stiff phantoms, only took a blow before crumbling into a stream of air and scattering into the void.

Although he only took one blow, Song Yifei's goal had been achieved, delaying the six doors and everyone taking a breath.

Song Zhian and the others got a breathing blow and quickly gathered together.

"Why are you here?

Seeing that among the people who came to save him, there was Song Yifei, and Song Zhian was so angry that he clenched his fists.

Although Song Yifei was wearing a silver mask, Song Zhian still recognized it at a glance.

He knew that Song Yifei had a strength comparable to that of an innate master, but in this Longtan Tiger's Den, the help he could play was really limited, and it was not worth it!

He really didn't understand, why was his wife so confused?

Is it to save people's hearts?

But at this time, Song Yifei obviously didn't have time to explain to him, and he didn't even hear him speak.

After blocking the blow with the phantom, he immediately jumped forward, and between the lightning and flint, he pounced on Jiang Menglan and two of the gold medals.

The fierce sword intent and terrifying murderous aura spread out from the body, and the hearts of many people who were pressed were tight.

Swish!

The Flying Rainbow Sword in his hand burst out with thousands of phantoms, almost enveloping all the visions of the three of them.

"It's good to come!"

Jiang Menglan's eyes flashed with gray light, her body moved, the human sword was one, and the two gray swords, like the claws of the divine dragon, opened the bow left and right, and also inspired the infinite sword shadow.

Whew!

Using the gold medal of the short knife to catch fast, the short knife connected to the silver wire flew out, turned into two knife wheels in the air, and with a wind strong enough to cut flesh and blood, broke through the heavy sword shadows and slashed towards Song Yifei.

Sou!

A little cold, the gun is like a dragon!

Using the spear's gold medal to catch fast, holding the end of the spear in his right hand, his body and the spear formed a straight line, piercing the air, rolling up the white air waves, and piercing Song Yifei.

The timing of the three of them was appropriate, breaking the sword shadow, attacking from three angles from the front, there was no way to dodge, there was no way to dodge.

Boom!

On the other side, Wang Feng, who was briefly blocked from breathing, stomped hard under his feet, the earth trembled, and the Cold Moon Knife in his hand stimulated a dense knife aura like a locust, and followed Song Zhi'an and the four of them like a shadow.

"Yan Luo Golden Body!"

"Xuanji Fan!"

"Colorful Moon Chasing Cloud Whip!"

"Nine Kills of the Dark Dragon!"

Song Zhi'an and the four of them gathered a little strength that they barely recovered, and resisted Wang Feng's snow-covered and windy, cold and frosty knife qi.

Bang!

The sword qi was blocked, and the four people were also scratched all over the body, and the injuries were added, and the footsteps retreated again and again, for a while, I am afraid that it is difficult to have the strength to fight again.

Two breaths passed!

Swish!

Wang Feng also wanted to swing his knife and slash, a slender figure broke through the layers of arrow rain and blocked the four of them.

"Spring rain!"

Stepping on the muddy land, Lu Qing's eyes were like frost, his feet did not touch the ground, and he was as light as nothing, and the drizzling silver silk sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow that could not be captured by the naked eye under the extremely fast shaking of his wrist, intertwining with the Cold Moon Knife that slashed towards Wang Feng.

Bang Bang!

A stream of sword light floated out, densely packed, like a drizzle in a spring day, pouring out.

Poof! poof!

Except for a part of the place where Wang Feng was, where the Cold Moon Knife was used to block the Silk Sword Qi, the rest of the places were full of holes, like locusts crossing the border.

"It's another congenital perfection!

Seeing the strength of Lu Qingyan and Song Yifei, Wang Feng not only did not panic, but showed ecstasy.

"Haha! Catch two big fish, come out!"

Wang Feng toe to point, took three steps back, and said with a laugh.

"What?"

Lu Qingyan, Song Zhian and the others were suddenly startled, their faces were ugly, they didn't expect the other party to have a backhand.

Buzz!

Two violent auras suddenly erupted among the ordinary guards, and their momentum continued to rise, reaching their peak soon.

Innate Great Perfection!

Two Innate Great Perfections!

It turns out that there are still two hidden gods!

"Do it!"

After these two hidden divine catchers exposed their aura, in the nearby houses, five innate master's gold medal catchers and ten innate realm ordinary catchers jumped out, and they rushed here with light skills.

Four congenital perfections, nine congenital Dacheng, more than 30 congenital beginners, and congenital Xiaocheng.

In order to catch him, most of the strength of the six doors was transferred, and a net of heaven and earth was laid out, and the copper wall was ironclad.

"Six Doors Imperial Divine Capture, Dragon Descending God Legs, Xiao Wen Immortal!"

"Six Doors Imperial Gift God Catch, Red Gold Hand, Broken Yuanqing!"

"It's over!"

The three of Wei Wuji, who recognized the two congenital perfections, were as dead as ashes, and the little hope that had just risen was instantly extinguished.

It's like heaven and hell going round and round!

With their strength, it is simply impossible to escape.

The four congenital old men who came with Lu Qingyan, with minor injuries on their bodies and riding horses like hedgehogs, had also rushed over.

Hiss!

Four horses worth 10,000 taels screamed and fell to the ground to their deaths, which can be regarded as completing their mission.

The faces of the four people who jumped off the pony were also not very good-looking.

I thought it was dangerous to come to save people, but now I know that this is completely a fire pit.

Ten deaths!

"I can actually catch two congenital perfections!

Wearing a white robe, a shawl, and a paper folding fan in his hand, Xiao Wenxian, who was suave, was like a void step, fluttering over the crowd.

"I've been waiting impatiently! Leave this woman to me!

Duan Yuanqing, who had a red gold hand in both hands, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a violent breath, had a cruel smile on his face, and pointed at Lu Qing's eyes.

Just when Xiao Wenxian and Duan Yuanqing were ready to go, determined to win, and their eyes were fixed on Lu Qing's eyes at the same time, a cold voice interrupted them.

"You two are here to die!"

Holding Jiang Menglan's dead head in his hand, Song Yifei's eyes were cold, and the sword aura on his body was soaring, looking at the two people who didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

"Menglan ?!!"

"Impossible!"

"When?"

Seeing Jiang Menglan's head, Wang Feng and the others were shocked, as if they had seen a ghost!