"Ling Feng, no!"

Feng Wuchen saw that He Lingfeng was carried away by hatred, and shouted in a hurry, but He Lingfeng turned a deaf ear and still killed the cloudy sky owl without hesitation.

Seeing this, the cloudy owl standing in the distance laughed fiercely, waved his robe in his right hand, and a blood-colored long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The cloudy sky owl shook the long sword, and with a swing of the forward, three rays of blood flew out, heading straight for He Lingfeng.

Feng Wuchen saw that He Lingfeng had no reaction, stomped his feet, and also raised his sword and rushed towards the cloudy sky.

And He Lingfeng was less than three zhang away from the cloudy sky owl at this time, and the three blood rays that the cloudy sky owl casually emitted had also flown in front of him. He Lingfeng roared angrily, and dark red flames erupted from his fists, swirling upward, enveloping both arms. He Lingfeng retreated slightly, and then slammed forward, and two fists wrapped in flames rushed towards the three rays of blood that flew in.

"Bang, bang!!" There were three muffled sounds in succession, and the three blood rays were shattered by He Lingfeng's fists one after another.

This flame is nothing else, it is the pure Xuanhuo cultivated by "Xuanhuo Forging Yuan Gong".

He Lingfeng passed through this obstruction, and his figure temporarily stopped, but he still stared at the cloudy sky owl with angry eyes.

At this time, Feng Wuchen finally rushed to He Lingfeng's side, and was about to say something, but He Lingfeng waved his hand to stop him, only to hear He Lingfeng say categorically, "Brother Wuchen, I will avenge this revenge myself, I once swore in front of my mother's grave that I would take the life of this dog thief with my own hands, if the eldest brother intervenes, I will cut off my robe with the eldest brother, and I will never recognize each other again." Besides, this battle is related to the life and death of the two realms, and the eldest brother should go to help other colleagues. ”

"Ling Feng, you ......" Feng Wuchen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, he had already seen that Yin Tian Xiao had advanced to the late Yuan Infant stage, and felt that He Lingfeng at this time was not his opponent at all, and wanted to dissuade He Lingfeng from taking risks, but when he thought of the life and death feud between He Lingfeng and Yin Tian Xiao, with his understanding of this sworn brother, he knew that he could not stop or interfere at all, so he had to sigh and said: "That virtuous brother is careful himself! As the saying goes, 'A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late', if he is not defeated, don't be strong, he will come back again in the future." ”

He Lingfeng was still staring at the cloudy sky owl with his eyes inseparable, and when he heard what Feng Wuchen said, he didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly. Seeing this, Feng Wuchen shook his head and sighed again, then glanced at the cloudy sky, and then turned his head to look at Chen Jiaolong and the old woman's battle group, turned his heart sideways, and drove towards Chen Jiaolong, it seems that he intends to help He Lingfeng's senior brother first.

The cloudy sky owl not far away just stood in place with his sword in place since he released three rays of blood, and did not make any other movements, but a pair of eyes looked at He Lingfeng's face, his eyes flickered, and when he heard the conversation between He Lingfeng and Feng Wuchen, his mind turned a few times, and finally showed a trace of surprise on his face.

"I remembered, it turned out that you were the young man Wang Fugui desperately wanted to protect back then, hehe, I couldn't take your life that day, and I didn't expect that now I would set up a baby-level enemy for the old man. Hey...... But you're just a beginner monk, and it's just a matter of needing a little bit from the old man. The cloudy sky owl sneered and said in that strange and ugly voice.

He Lingfeng didn't say much, sacrificed the two swords of Fenguang and Taixuan, and shouted "Death to the dog thief!" and used the sword trick to guide the two swords towards the cloudy sky owl to attack and kill, the latter sneered when he saw this, the blood-colored long sword in his hand shook, and his body did not retreat but advanced, easily resisting He Lingfeng's two swords.

He Lingfeng is already much sober at this moment, and he has already seen that the strength of the cloudy sky owl has taken another step, and now he is a great master in the late Yuan Infant period, with his current strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to bargain in the hands of this dog thief, and even if he is not careful, he may fall, but even so, He Lingfeng is still not afraid in his heart, he just wants to vent his hatred and anger to the fullest.

The anger of hatred became more and more intense, and the sword technique in He Lingfeng's hand also became faster and faster, and the two sword shadows, one white and one gold, soared even faster, turning into countless phantoms, and attacking wildly around the cloudy sky.

Although these sword shadows did not have much impact on the cloudy sky owl, and they were easily blocked by it, but after fighting for a while, the cloudy sky owl was already impatient, and I saw that he was still holding a blood-colored long sword in his right hand and calmly dissolving He Lingfeng's double sword attacks one by one, but his left hand stretched out his sleeve robe, pinched out several strange seals, and finally pressed the fingertips of the fisted ring finger with his thumb, which was not triggered.

Waiting for the cloudy sky owl to find the space where He Lingfeng's sword technique changed, he snorted coldly, and the blood-colored long sword in his right hand danced a semicircular afterimage, and in a short moment, He Lingfeng's double swords flew one after another, and then the seal technique held in his left hand was immediately cast, and suddenly the scene around his body changed greatly, and twelve fist-sized dark green flames appeared silently out of thin air in front of and behind him.

As soon as these twelve flames appeared, He Lingfeng's dual swords seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, no matter how hard he urged the sword technique, once those two swords entered the green flame range, their speed immediately decreased greatly, and they became swaying, and the aura attached to them seemed to be slowly weakening.

Seeing this, He Lingfeng's heart sank, and he was afraid that the spirituality of the twin swords would be damaged if the stalemate continued, so he had to change the sword technique, recall the double swords, protect them in front of him, and secretly stimulate the wood grain golden shield, and then stared at the cloudy sky owl tightly.

After the twelve dark green flames appeared, the seal in the hand of the cloudy sky owl changed again, and these flames all floated in front of him, lined up in a circle, slowly spinning, and the green light emitted on them reflected that the exposed skin of the cloudy sky owl also showed a faint green, especially his face also became a miserable green, with the very conspicuous hooked nose and always gloomy eyes, as well as the four tiger teeth that were far longer than ordinary people exposed between the mouths, and he Lingfeng felt a chill in his heart.

The twelve dark green flames spun in a circle, and they suddenly began to twist, changing their shapes dramatically, and after a few moments, they turned into twelve ghost heads of different appearances. Some of them have their mouths wide open and their fangs are exposed, some have no mouth or nose, and only have one eye in the middle of their faces, some look like skulls, their eyes, ears, mouth and nose are hollow, and some have a single horn and a messy hair covering most of their faces......

The twelve terrifying ghost heads have all been formed, and the cloudy sky owl let out a strange laugh like a night owl at this time, and said to He Lingfeng, who was not far away, with a guarded face, "Boy, this is the Xuandu ghost fire that the old man has recently cultivated, and he has never used it in the battle with others, today I will take your little life to try the power of this fire, if you are buried under the Xuandu ghost fire, you will be considered to have died a worthwhile, hehe." ”

The cloudy sky was over, and he wanted to see He Lingfeng's reaction, but the latter didn't make any big moves except for a hint of nervousness on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating, and let out a cold snort in anger, put away the blood-colored long sword in his hand, touched his hands, and began to pinch quickly, the ring composed of twelve ghost-shaped dark green flames suddenly rotated rapidly, and expanded outward, and soon occupied a range of about four zhang, and the volume of those green fire ghost heads in it also more than doubled.

Seeing this change, He Lingfeng first used the Splitting Spirit Sword to lay down the Beidou Sword Array in front of him, and the seven substantial sword shadows floated still, and then turned the wood grain golden shield into golden armor to cover his body, and then controlled the Natal Flying Sword Taixuan to stop in front of him and wait for him.

Seeing that He Lingfeng cautiously laid down several defenses in a row, the cloudy sky owl on the opposite side just sneered sarcastically, and the seal in his hand continued to urge.

As a result, six of the twelve green fire ghost heads slowly floated forward, breaking away from the ring where they were originally located, and swaying towards He Lingfeng, faintly emitting a low ghost howl, while the remaining six changed their formation, lined up in a triangle, and then spewed out dark green flames from different parts of the six ghost heads at the same time, some from its wide open mouth, some from the empty eyes, and some with a single horn on its head...... These spewed green flames were like fiery snakes, all shooting towards He Lingfeng in front of him.