"Senior brother, how many talismans do you still have?" Xia Jingjun asked Pan Zhuoxing while resisting the attack of the wind blade.

"I still have five, what do you say?" replied Pan Zhuoxing.

He alone carries six talismans, and his net worth can be described as extremely rich.

"I have three more. Xia Jingjun replied and said to Song Shilun and the others: "Brother Song, if your talisman is not enough, don't be polite, just speak!"

Although Xia Jingjun and Song Shilun had a holiday, with his personality, if Chen Mingrong and others were in trouble at this time, he would definitely lend a helping hand.

At the moment of life and death, Song Shilun was moved for a while, nodded and agreed: "Thank you, Uncle Ancestor! The three of us, each of us still has a talisman jade talisman, and when the meeting is not enough, I will ask you." ”

Originally, Song Jialian, Song Shilun and Chen Mingrong all had only one talisman.

Before leaving, Shang Zhenyu gave Song Jialian three talismans, and Song Jialian gave Song Shilun and Chen Mingrong one each. Therefore, each of the three had two talismans.

Chen Mingrong was also inexplicably grateful in her heart, she didn't expect Xia Jingjun to be so generous at the critical moment.

Looking at the hideous wolves in front of her, she felt remorse for the first time in her heart, this time she and Song Shilun ventured into this Yunchen Spirit Realm to find immortal fate, and it was likely that her life would be lost.

Everyone held on for about a quarter of an hour, and Shang Zhenfang, who was healing his wounds, finally stood up and said loudly to Shang Zhenyu: "General, we can act!"

Shang Zhenyu was overjoyed, he already had a relatively safe plan in his heart, so he waited for Shang Zhenfang to wake up after quickly healing his injuries and escape from danger together.

Glancing at the stone mountain behind the Howling Wind Wolf King, Shang Zhenyu raised his voice while resisting the wind blade and said: "Everyone, listen up, Jing Jun and Zhuo Xing both still have several talisman jade talismans, and if the talisman mask fails, hurry up and activate it, don't be reluctant." Also, whatever I say later, you can do it, don't hesitate, you know?"

"Yes!" the crowd hurriedly agreed. It's a matter of life, who would hesitate.

Shang Zhenyu continued: "Zhenfang, bring the corpses of your comrades." Jingjun, Zhuo Xing, when you break through after a while, the two of you will protect both sides, I will open the way in front, and everyone will follow me and don't get separated!"

"Yes!" Shang Zhenfang, Xia Jingjun and Pan Zhuoxing replied at the same time. Shang Zhenfang was even more sad and hugged the mutilated body of the monk surnamed Shang.

Shang Zhenyu had murderous intent in his eyes, and said word by word: "Okay, next I'm going to send out a big move to kill everyone out of a bloody way!"

Although Shang Zhenyu had already activated the talisman jade talisman, his body had hardly been directly hit by the wind blade.

Therefore, he stood in front of everyone, stopped swinging his sword to resist the attack of the wind blade, and frantically injected a large amount of spiritual power into his medium-grade magic sword.

The howling wind wolves facing Shang Zhenyu instantly seized the opportunity, no longer taking turns to send out wind blades, but spat out wind blades with all their might, and jointly violently attacked Shang Zhenyu's whole body.

For a while, countless blue-green arc-shaped wind blades hit Shang Zhenyu's body like a storm, causing the pale yellow light mask on Shang Zhenyu's body to stagger and quickly dim.

Standing in a pine tree not far away, the Howling Wind Wolf King had been keeping an eye on the situation on both sides of the battle. Seeing that Shang Zhenyu, the strongest on the other side, stopped resisting and let the wind blade hit its body, it let out a low howl, revealing a look of attention.

I saw Shang Zhenyu suddenly turn to the direction of Shishan and slashed out the middle-grade magic knife horizontally towards the Howling Wind wolves in front of him.

"Damn, let's all die for Lao Tzu!" Shang Zhenyu roared like a madman with murderous intent.

In an instant, more than fifty fireballs the size of human heads exuding a scorching aura erupted from the mid-grade magic swords, whistling towards more than thirty howling wind wolves.

The more than thirty howling wind wolves standing more than twenty feet away hurriedly sprayed out wind blades with all their might, trying to block these fireballs that exuded a terrifying aura.

It's a pity that the fireball inspired by the medium-grade magic weapon is extraordinary, and the wind blade touches the fireball, only scattering some of the flames on the fireball. The fireball didn't stop, and continued to pounce on the Howling Wind Wolf.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of fireballs hitting the howling wind wolf keeps ranging!

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty howling wind wolves were slammed into by the fireball, letting out a terrible scream.

Flames rose from their bodies, and the howling wind wolf, which did not die immediately, rushed towards Shang Zhenyu with the flames extremely fiercely.

However, these howling wind wolves only ran for more than ten steps, and then they fell to the ground under the scorching flames, until they were burned by the flames.

The nearby flowers and trees are also burning, making the heat wave flow sideways, and the flames soar into the sky, and the scene is even more spectacular.

Encountering Shang Zhenyu, a ninth-layer monk in the Qi Extraction Period who was holding a medium-grade magic weapon, these second-level lower-level demon beasts were no matter how powerful they were, and they could only compete with the magic weapon with their flesh and blood, and the result could only be a dead end.

"Okay! Amazing!" Seeing this situation, Pan Zhuoxing and Xia Jingjun were greatly boosted, and Song Shilun, Chen Mingrong and others were also a little calmer.

"Sure enough, it's my man! It's amazing! Is he the reincarnation of the god of war?"

Song Jialian muttered to himself, turned his head and stared at Shang Zhenyu, who was like a god of war, with a look on his face, and for a moment, he actually forgot to make a move to resist the wind blade.

"Sister, don't be distracted!" Song Shilun hurriedly reminded loudly.

Fortunately, at this time, most of the second-level lower-level howling wind wolves were stunned by Shang Zhenyu's sudden outburst, and did not continue to use the wind blade technique. Some of the howling wind wolves facing Shang Zhenyu were even more frightened, and retreated again and again.

"Whew!" Seeing that the good shape was destroyed by a big move from the other party, the Howling Wind Wolf King on the pine tree suddenly became angry, and flew down from the pine tree with a loud howl.

More than a dozen second-level mid-level and high-level howling wind wolves couldn't sit still!

While spitting out the more powerful half-moon-shaped wind blade, they opened their teeth and danced their claws, and rushed towards Shang Zhenyu, Xia Jingjun and the others from all directions.

Seeing this, the other howling wolves instantly stabilized their positions, lined up their formations and spat out their wind blades, and continued to "fire" at their targets.

"Kill!"

Shang Zhenyu didn't relax for a moment, stuffed a pill to replenish spiritual power into his mouth, ran the exercise a little, and then swung it out with all his strength.

However, this time, Shang Zhenyu did not activate the fireball technique in the magic knife, but used the ground level lower grade technique.

Because the blow just now consumed a lot of his spiritual power, and after the top-grade pill in his abdomen exerted his medicinal power, he barely had the ability to activate the powerful fireball technique in the magic weapon again.

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