Ye Xuan was scared in his heart, and he was a little reproachful for his recklessness, after all, in front of his own life, everything was empty, after experiencing this, his heart became cautious, if he can not be strong in the future, then he will not be strong, if he can not take risks, he will definitely not take risks, it is still the old saying, only when you are alive can you have output.

Ye Xuan sat firmly in the underground tunnel, feeling the hot pain on his body, looking at the purple liquid that kept flowing down, revealing a smell of blood. Only then did he know why the snake demon wanted to see his hand bleed, it turned out that the essence of human and demon blood is different, and this demon clan actually flowed purple blood. At this moment, he also secretly recorded in his heart that he was wandering in Nanzhan Zhou, and he could never be injured easily. Otherwise, there is a high chance that you will expose yourself because of this. At this moment, Ye Xuan did not give up the opportunity to live, fishing in troubled waters, and then escaping was exactly what Ye Xuan had to do.

After meditating for a short time, Ye Xuan used his vitality to moisturize his internal organs, and although the recovery speed was extremely slow, he also organized the deterioration of his injuries.

Above the tunnel, I saw a white-clothed man stepping from the sky. It was facing the body of the hundred-zhang golden dragon of Ao Yufeng, the patriarch of the Wind Leaf Demon tribe in the sky. This man in white, with a white face and an elegant face, wears a high crown and a green robe, with a tall posture and a gentle temperament. A huge scabbard on the back, but there is no sword in the sheath.

This Confucian man's face is indifferent and calm, as if he is strolling in the courtyard, like visiting his own back garden.

Ao Yufeng, the patriarch of the Wind Leaf Demon Clan, looked at the green-shirted Confucian, the huge dragon body traversed the sky, the two golden eyes of the dragon head were like lanterns, and the two horns were also like golden antlers, eagle-like claws, snake-like golden scale armor torso, and a fish-like tail. It is the appearance of the dragon in classical Chinese mythology.

But when he saw this Ao Yufeng, he opened his mouth like a tsunami: "Our Fengye clan has been living here for nearly three hundred years, living and working in peace and contentment, except for the occasional friction between the surrounding tribes, we have never offended the strong, and we dare to ask the power of the human race, why do we want to kill the killer." ”

The Confucian man's eyes were full of essence, which was the manifestation of the three treasures of essence and spirit in his body, and the faint aura on his body showed that his usual self-cultivation and cultivation skills were good, and there was a vague kind of righteousness that accompanied his body.

But when I saw this Confucian, he said: "I, Song Chunqiu, have no grievances or enmity with your tribe, and I killed you Jiaowang today just because you touched an existence that should not be touched." ”

Ao Yufeng's dragon body spreads with the wind. Angry said: "This kid was saved by my Wind Leaf Demon Clan, and then En will take revenge on my Wind Leaf Clan tribes! Since you are here for this kid, then you must also die endlessly, even if all my Wind Leaf Clan is killed in battle, you must seek justice!"

Ao Yufeng's voice was very loud, and it also shocked Ye Xuan, who was meditating in the tunnel, at this time, his eyebrows and hair were even more scorched, and he looked very embarrassed, and when he heard that someone had come to save him, he also exhaled secretly in his heart. Afterwards, he meditated with peace of mind.

And at this time, above the sky, the green-shirted Confucian spoke, and his voice did not fluctuate. "Then you're going to die. ”

Ao Yufeng also adhered to the concept of striking first when he heard this, and directly waved the dragon's tail with a whistling sound, slashing towards Song Chunqiu, no one could have imagined that the tail of this hundred-zhang golden dragon would be as fast as lightning, and the shiny brilliance also indicated its sharpness. The dragon's tail like a hill swept by, disturbing the originally calm space, causing it to ripple, burning life, and the multiplication of tenfold strength made Ao Yufeng fearless. Coupled with the strong recovery ability and resistance of the golden dragon body. It is also a source of confidence for him.

And the figure of the green-shirted Confucian did not dodge, but put his hands behind his back, and his two eyes were staring at Ao Yufeng's dragon head. But seeing that the big sword that slashed the old Jiao King outside that day turned back, turned into a streamer and slashed straight towards the hundred-zhang dragon head. However, for a few breaths, I only heard the sound of the gold and stone clashing in a lifetime, and then I heard the continuous sound like the curtain being torn. When the dragon's tail touched Song Chunqiu with only one millimeter left, he saw the golden three-clawed dragon, and the dragon's head was cut off. The huge dragon body lost the blessing of spiritual power, and it quickly smashed to the ground. And the dragon head also struggled and said: "Let it go." My people. Then his eyes widened, and his golden eyes were bloodshot and fell into the sky. The twisted dragon's head was full of unwillingness, deep hatred, and a bit of sorrow and pity.

Song Chunqiu looked at Ao Yufeng's last face, and his eyes also showed a little unbearable. With the fall of Ao Yufeng, the two condensing demons of the Fengye tribe are also angry and burning their own lives, a pig demon with an upright body like a thousand zhang high mountain, and a bull demon. The full-scale outbreak of the condensation period, the power of the ancient demon gods hidden in his bloodline, and the powerful power made the earth collapse, and almost buried Ye Xuan alive. However, it was also a loss that he supported his body at the last moment, and escaped from the tunnel with the last trace of vitality. He sat down on a boulder as a leaning back.

However, after Ye Xuan came out, he saw a golden hundred-zhang headless dragon body and a black dragon body. Because these two are the most conspicuous, they fall to the ground like two endless hills. The purple blood was also a river of blood, but the golden dragon's blood was purple with a little golden yellow. It seems a little offbeat.

What shocked Ye Xuan even more was that two big demons like a thousand zhang mountain peaks, huge Dharma bodies pierced into the sky, one holding a big rake, and the other holding a green dragon knife. And Song Chunqiu, who is in the middle of the two big demons, is more like a pebble between the two big demons. also made Ye Xuan sweat for it.

At the same time, the demon tribes within a radius of thousands of miles were also alarmed. However, the body of the old Jiao King on the ground and the golden dragon also shocked the power of the demon clan hidden in the void and watching the battle. None of the demon clans could act rashly, just watched quietly around. Except for those close to him, the more powerful the person who is to set himself on fire, the less likely he will do it.

Of course, the two big demons of the Wind Leaf Clan, as well as Song Chunqiu, naturally also sensed the existence of the power of the surrounding demon clans. The two big demons did not complain about these powerful Mingzhe self-protection, while Song Chunqiu was indifferent, with a strong aura and courage, and that indomitable aura, if there was a fluctuation in his expression, it was estimated that it would also be a look of contempt. The strong will never care what the weak think. The chance of ants biting the elephant to death is even smaller, after all, the powers of this group of demon clans are all from different tribes, so naturally they will not be monolithic.

The full burst of the two condensation period powers of the Wind Leaf Tribe was the last struggle of the Wind Leaf Clan. It's also an unyielding confrontation!