When Xiaomi saw Mu Wanfeng running away, she couldn't allow her to think, so she chirped and ordered, and followed closely behind Mu Wanfeng with the three-eyed eagle.

Bang!

The cold dew condensed countless ice picks, and collided with Kong Ye fearlessly, and the wind and ice ballast splashed all over the sky.

Wen Hua twisted his eyebrows and chased after Mu Wanfeng.

Seeing this, hundreds of righteous path elders also moved to the edge of the cliff in the midst of lightning and flint, blocking Mu Wanfeng's way.

Han Lu was not in love with war, and after receiving Kong Ye's blow, he took advantage of the situation to flash in the direction of Mu Wanfeng, almost on a par with Wen Hua.

As it hurried forward, it condensed an ice pick in its hand and stabbed towards Wen Hua.

For this spirit beast that can only transform into a human form and ignore attacks, Wen Hua has already heard of it, and he doesn't dare to be careless.

He summoned the spiritual power of his whole body and slapped it with one palm.

The fierce force shook the ice pick away, and it hit the cold dew inexorably, sending it flying more than ten feet.

Wen Hua succeeded in one blow, and did not fight with him, but caught up with Mu Wanfeng directly, and instantly slashed out a sword qi.

Mu Wanfeng's scalp was numb, and she hurriedly dodged sideways, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears.

Wen Hua's sword qi passed by him and slashed heavily on the formation.

Bang!

Where the sword qi hit, the halo of the formation shook non-stop, and just when it was about to be broken, Mu Wanfeng urged the sword trick and stabbed it with a sword.

With a click, the formation shattered.

The formation arranged by the elders of the Hundred Flowers Valley is a trapped formation, it is easy to get in, but difficult to get out.

Originally, Mu Wanfeng still thought that it would take a lot of effort to break the formation, but this is good, saving time and effort.

However, it was inevitable to sigh in his heart, the Xuanjie Spirit Sword was in Wen Hua's hand, it was like divine help.

This formation was formed by dozens of elders of the Purple Mansion above the fifth level, and Wen Hua relied on the power of this sword alone to make it on the verge of destruction.

If he hadn't been able to dodge just now, I'm afraid he would have been in a different place by now.

On the line between life and death, Mu Wanfeng didn't dare to look back, and suddenly rushed out of the broken formation and plunged into the crowd.

Wen Hua hurriedly chased after him, and raised his hand again with a sword qi, which slashed straight towards Mu Wanfeng.

Standing on the back of the three-eyed eagle, Xiaomi immediately made a decision, jumped again, turned into a flame bird, wrapped the sword qi, and incinerated into nothingness.

Wen Hua's eyes lit up, looking at the fist-sized millet in the flames, and he couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

The sword qi wielded by the Xuanjie Spirit Sword was comparable to an ordinary Purple Mansion Nine Heavy Close Sword, and its power could be imagined, but it was still easily dissolved by this bird.

The spirit beasts around Mu Wanfeng are all kinds of things, all of them are weird and terrifying.

Kong Ye was like a ghost, and he circled in a semicircle before chasing towards Mu Wanfeng.

He was no better than Wen Hua, he was convinced of Mu Wanfeng's words, and when he saw Millet and the Three-Eyed Eagle, he decided to take a detour.

But in this roundabout effort, the cold dew gathered momentum and stopped behind Mu Wanfeng.

The bone-chilling cold air floated out, causing condensation in the air, and waves of hard ice picks rained down on Kong Ye.

Kong Ye cast a gale trick, and a strong wind instantly erupted around his body.

The wind sliced through the air like a spinning steel knife, whizzing and crushing all the icicles that came its way.

Seeing that the icicles were useless, Hanlu was head-on and fearless.

Kong Ye was so annoyed that he relied on the strong wind to protect his body, ignoring Hanlu's attack, and rushed over as if he were nothing.

He can also understand that although Hanlu is strong, he is also strong above his physical body, and his own strength is still lacking.

As long as Hanlu's attack can't break the defense, he can't.

The cold dew was as cold as frost, and collided with Kong Ye expressionlessly, shattering his body and bones, and disappearing into invisibility.

Kong Ye's expression froze, and he actually had an unrealistic feeling.

He wanted to take the cold dew as air, but it seemed to be air, and it hit it solidly, but there was no obstacle at all.

Is it that easy?

Kong Ye didn't believe it, so he was timid and quickly pulled back.

But at this moment, a cold current followed the wind around him, gradually approaching his body, and took the lead in climbing his two arms.

He was horrified to find that a faint frost was spreading all over his body, starting from his arm, and the Great Wind Technique had no effect at all.

He was busy shaking his spiritual power, shattering the thin layer of cold ice, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the cold ice began to cling from under his feet.

"Get out!"

Kong Ye was furious, shattering the frost again and again. But the cold current is like an appendage, but it can't be dispelled.

If he hadn't panicked, he would have noticed that this cold snap wouldn't hurt him at all.

It's just that for unknown things, even if they are cultivators like Kong Ye, they will feel afraid.

Wen Hua heard Kong Ye's angry shouts and couldn't help but look sideways. Seeing this, Millet yelled at the three-eyed eagle twice.

The three-eyed eagle was suddenly shaken, and it was no longer sluggish before.

In the middle of its forehead, the third eye suddenly opened, and a ghostly light shot out towards Wen Hua like an arrow.

Wen Hua's heart suddenly tightened, and the hairs on his whole body suddenly rose, and he had a premonition that danger was approaching.

Without hesitation, he turned around and raised his sword, and when he couldn't fire, he was able to block the light arrow.

Poop!

After all, the body of the spirit sword was narrow, and it deviated a little, and there was a trace of ghostly light that leaked through, grazing Wen Hua's arm.

Wen Hua only felt a burning pain in his shoulder, and when he looked closely, he found that the place where his arm was injured was festering at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

Poisonous!

He was ruthless, immediately gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and ripped off the rotten flesh on his arm. When I saw the bright red blood flowing out, I was a little relieved.

Fang Cai still thought that the spirit beasts around Mu Wanfeng were weird, but he didn't expect to suffer a loss in the blink of an eye.

Wen Hua was furious, and he was no longer soft-hearted, staring at the three-eyed eagle, and with a shake of his body, he came to it.

The three-eyed eagle was even worse than last time, and after sending out this arrow of light, it collapsed to the ground.

Millet didn't expect that the three-eyed eagle collapsed so much that it didn't even have the strength to escape, and it didn't dare to approach itself, so it could only spew out a flame to help.

Wen Hua snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he turned the flames around.

In his other hand, the rustic spirit sword slipped down, splitting the three-eyed eagle in half.

In the crowd of people on the side, Mu Wanfeng was red-eyed, staring ahead, holding a thousand jun in his hand, trying his best, cutting when he met someone, and not blocking the sword.

In just a few breaths, he was covered in blood. I can't tell whether this blood belongs to someone else or my own.

Looking at the blood droplets thrown around, a wave of anger rushed straight to Mu Wanfeng's head, and his eyes were blood-red.

Unconsciously, blue and purple light rippled out of his body, enveloping him.

He was like a god of slaughter, and every time he slashed a sword, it was unstoppable, and one person would inevitably fall under the sword.

He was completely selfless, as if he had entered a no-man's land, and there was only one thought in his mind, kill!