【East Kunlun, Siyu Mountain Range, Dadu Peak】

Bang –

A huge thunderbolt was like a blue dragon, attracting from the sky, slashing straight at the top of the main hall, breaking through half of the attic, and Jing Yutian's figure was also blasted out, crashing into another hall, covered in scorched black, and the blood stains of the seven orifices flowed together.

If it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest, he would have thought he had been electrocuted by the lightning strike just now.

Han Wendao felt that the other party's vitality was no longer strong, so he ignored it and turned to look down.

Fang Xiaoqian's enchantment this time was deeper than the last time, one dragon claw held the Eight Desolation Demon Dream, and the several black dragons behind him were stirring wantonly, and the rocks, pavilions, eaves, and trees around them that they could touch were all crushed to pieces.

Jing Yuya, who was in the distance, raised his head to look at Han Wendao who was standing on the roof, and he said gloomily to the young man who had just beaten his brother to the point of unknown life and death: "Han Wendao...... This kid has already fallen into the devil like this, do you still want to protect him? Are you really not afraid that the sect will condemn you to a crime of colluding with evil people?"

"Heh......" Han Wendao put Guanghengjuan into the scabbard at his waist, clasped his hands, stared at the golden-shirted young man below with interest, and then sneered, "I don't protect it." You can make a move, but the current Fang Xiaoqian may not be able to beat with such a straw bag as you. ”

"What did you say?" Jing Yuya's words were almost squeezed out of his teeth, his eyes were already bloodshot, and the green tendons on his forehead were like a dragon breaking out.

Han Wendao was condescending, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Your brother is still a character, as for you Jingyuya, to be honest, in my eyes, you are just a waste, others may be jealous of your identity as a second elder and young grandson, in fact, in the final analysis, it is just a waste outside of gold and jade." ”

"Hahaha!" Jing Yuya trembled slightly, laughed angrily, and then turned to look at the demon boy in front of him, and said viciously: "You all see how I abolished him." ”

Han Wendao smiled lightly and said in a voice that only his own could hear: "Hey, I didn't expect to be a short-sighted guy, it seems that he only noticed the low cultivation of Senior Brother Fang, but he didn't understand the horror of the most evil thing. ”

Fan Xing was different from Han Wendao, the latter hoped that Fang Xiaoqian could use the power of the ghost dragon soul to teach Najing Yuya a lesson, while she didn't want to see the two of them suffer any more damage, no matter which one of them won, it would not be a good result for her.

"Boss, you can stop it too!" Fan Xing put away an inch of thunder and grabbed the young man's arm covered with dragon scales, and there was already fog in his eyes.

Fang Xiaoqian's miserable white eyes couldn't reflect the appearance of the person in front of him, but the black dragons danced more fiercely. Suddenly, his dragon claws suddenly exerted force, directly throwing Fan Xing away.

"Senior Sister Fan Xing!"

Jing Yuya's face was full of anxiety, and he was about to rush over, but Fan Xing in mid-air was rescued by Bai Xianshu, who had never appeared, the dragon claw was too strong, and when Bai Xianshu looked down, the girl in his arms was already bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Go and stop it...... They. Fan Xing looked at the strange boy who hugged her, opened his mouth, and said with difficulty.

"You didn't protect your internal organs with your true qi just now, and you're already injured, so let's say a few words......" Bai Xianshu put her aside in front of the stone, took out an elixir, and handed it to the girl's mouth.

"I want you to die!" Jing Yuya held the sword with one hand and changed to hold the sword with both hands, even though the sword qi came out horizontally, he rushed in front of him in a flash, and the thunder flew high and was about to be slashed down with the sword qi golden dragon.

"Hmm!!!!!"

Fang Xiaoqian's mouth roared, revealing a sense of rage and even a trace of sadness, his originally bloody eyes actually had two lines of tears flowing down, blood and tears mixed together and wet his cheeks, no one knew why such a demonic person would cry.

Fang Xiaoqian's dragon claw holding the Eight Desolation Demon Dream turned slightly, and the giant sword swung out diagonally from the bottom to the top, slashing the sword qi and the golden dragon in an instant, Jing Yuya only felt a strong force coming down the wild thunder in his hand, shaking the tiger's mouth open, and the heavy sword also came out of his hand.

With just a face, Jing Yuya finally felt the horror of the evil thing, but just when he wanted to retreat, the other dragon claw didn't intend to give him a chance, and directly wrapped the black evil qi in front of his chest.

The five claws stretched out slightly, and a huge force pierced out of thin air, rushing directly to Jing Yuya. The young man was thrown high by the force. In mid-air, before he could stabilize his body, several black dragons behind Fang Xiaoqian poked out in unison and bit his limbs respectively.

The blood stained Jing Yuya's golden robe, and he wanted to break free, but no matter how he ran his true qi, he couldn't move, "Jade Heavenly Dragon Change" and "Taiyi True Thunder Induction Chapter" both moved secretly, but unfortunately the black dragon's mouth was like an iron tong, and its strength was surprisingly great.

At this moment, Jing Yuya's life and death had been locked in Fang Xiaoqian's hands.

"Look! What's that!?"

The scene of the black dragon biting Jingyu Cliff in mid-air was finally seen by the disciples near the cliff, and their faces were full of shock, for fear that they thought that a demon had entered the mountain gate.

"There won't really be a monster, right?" Song Zhigu, who had just entered Xuanhuang, looked at the black dragon in the distance, he also went up the mountain today to put the lamp with the Taoist couple, and he was about to go back at the moment.

Standing beside him was a young woman, her appearance was as pure as white jade, her forehead was tied with a simple hairstyle, she stared at the figure bitten by the black dragon, and after looking at it for a long time, she was stunned and muttered: "Did you say that person is Jingyuya?"

"It seems to be a sigh!"

At that moment, a ray of light swept over everyone's heads and shot towards the cliff.

Jing Yuya was still bitten by several black dragons, and blood dripped from the air. Fang Xiaoqian didn't stop there, he stepped out fiercely, the ground instantly cracked and shattered, only to see him holding the Eight Desolation Demon Dream with one hand and jumping into the air, coming to Jingyu Cliff.

The giant sword frantically exuded a black evil qi, and it was about to slash at the opponent's chest.

The Changhong that shot out from the nine-fold main hall of Dadu Peak also finally arrived here, just crossing between Fang Xiaoqian and Jingyu Cliff.

Several pitch-black dragons were wiped out one after another, and the Jingyu Cliff in mid-air also fell to the ground below because it lost its controlling power.

Fang Xiaoqian was also forced to retreat to the ground by the powerful True Qi just now, and the black dragon that was killed behind him was once again born from the black qi, and the scale armor on each dragon's body was like substance.

The person who came stood in the air, hanging under the night sky outside the cliff, this person had black hair and eyes, his face was like a piece of cold iron, and there was a faint aura of solemnity from where he was to the four directions.

"The most evil thing?" the man frowned, and there were three long swords hanging from his back, each of which was covered by a halo of light, and even a little starlight loomed. This person is the peak master of Dadu Peak-Feng Pressure Dao person.

"Roar—"

The young dragon's claws waved his sword indiscriminately, only to see several black dragons leaning out of their bodies and directly attacking the man in mid-air.

Feng Pressed Daoist's expression remained unchanged, as the master of the first peak in charge of the most disciples of a sect, his strength could definitely be regarded as among the best in the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Even though several black dragons bit fiercely, they couldn't get close to half a foot around him, as if there was a wall condensed by true qi guarding him.

The black dragon crashed into pieces, and then it was born again, constantly attacking into the air, the feet of the young man below were already deep in the ground, and the Eight Desolation Demon Dream was continuously waved by him, followed by several terrifying evil sword qi drawn out of thin air, and slashed towards the Feng Dao people.

Bai Xianshu looked at the young man, he knew that if the peak master of Dadu Peak made a move, Fang Xiaoqian would most likely be wiped out on the spot. He wanted to save it, but with his strength, he couldn't connect with Fang Xiaoqian, who had already entered the demon at this moment, let alone stop the Feng Suppressor.

He could only stand, and no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't do anything.

Han Wendao had the same idea as Bai Xianshu, his hand was already on the hilt of Guanghengjuan's sword, as long as the Feng Dao man made a move, he was sure that he could fight for Fang Xiaoqian's chance to live.

Nervousness filled the mood of the two, and they stared at the black-haired man in the air, for fear that Fang Xiaoqian, who had gone crazy, would die at the hands of the other party in the next moment.

The Feng Dao people didn't make a move for a long time, until several more long rainbows shot here.