"Proprietor!"

"Elder!"

Seeing Yin Ziyang falling downward, the guards around him, as well as the people in the camp, who were monitoring the battlefield through the magic circle and spiritual objects, and were paying close attention to the battle situation, couldn't help but exclaim. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Under Fang Qianyuan's guidance, Xiao Bai recondensed the wolf's body, and spit out a mouthful of frost downward.

At the same time, the silverfish also dragged the beam that bound it with difficulty, aiming in the direction, and the huge current of water rushed out like a stormy wave.

Frost and floods intertwined in the air, and the ice and snow sea froze everything, almost freezing Yin Ziyang's entire body.

Yin Ziyang struggled to burst out the spirit element, and a huge sword leaf grass incarnated like a huge shrub in the ancient wilderness, and soon took root in the glacier and manifested and took shape.

It is like the image of the ordinary human rank after being magnified thousands of times, but the difference between the ordinary knife and leaf grass is that some bud-like buds appeared on the top, and with a few bangs, they exploded, and the scattered knife leaves attacked in all directions.

With a bang, the glacier broke through it, and large pieces of throwing knives plunged into it, destroying its structure.

This is Yin Ziyang's life-saving means, and it is also one of the secret techniques of attack, ratchet knife formation!

It was through the instant burst of spirit element, blooming the grass flower of the sword leaf grass, and attacking the surroundings with a large number of flying knives.

Under his precise control with divine thoughts, this move can be attacked and defended, and it is extremely powerful.

But Fang Qianyuan was not an ordinary opponent, after his glacial snow sea was cut off, the hair on the back of his head immediately grew wildly, like a long snake, attacking Yin Ziyang.

Between breaths, the long hair was more than ten feet, like a black shadow wrapped around Yin Ziyang.

"Not good!" Yin Ziyang only felt a burst of coldness coming, and his body immediately began to stiffen.

An infinite force came out of his hair, tightly strangling his neck, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe and move.

Yin Ziyang felt a chill in his heart, and others were also shocked.

"What kind of means is this?"

The ground-level spirit master cultivates the "Body Refining Technique", just like the ancient foundation of cultivation, and has an extraordinary physique.

Normally, they hold their breath for more than half an hour, but for several hours, it is not a problem at all, and even if they cultivate the method of turtle breathing, it is not uncommon for them not to breathe for a few days and nights.

However, Fang Qianyuan's move was obviously infused with the power of ice through his hair, constantly catalyzing the spirit element, consuming the opponent's qi and physical strength.

The spirit master who was wrapped in this hair was not much different from a mortal who was strangled by his neck, and in a short moment, he was about to start suffocating.

"Break free!" Seeing that Yin Ziyang's arm was grabbed between his hair, but it was like reaching into a cold pool, it quickly turned white, and then quickly turned into bruises, others saw that his scalp was numb, and he hurriedly exclaimed.

The soldiers and guards and the elite of the Yin family quickly caught up, each using their own means to attack, but between Fang Qianyuan's hair disturbances, there seemed to be ripples in the air, and they actually eliminated all these attacks.

Between the battles, Xiao Bai did not stop the wind sword and frost sword that he had cast before, it was not so much a magic spell, but rather a pseudo-natural disaster that communicated heaven and earth with a magic spell and caused a change in heaven and earth.

The storm poured down with a frenzied cloud of snow and ice, smashing the camp on its backs, and one human-level spirit master after another was forced into position, barely able to withstand these attacks with the help of defensive circles around the camp.

In a short period of time, the only ones who could help Yin Ziyang were these guards who rushed up with him.

But in the net formed by Fang Qianyuan's immortal demon hair, these attacks were all like mud cows entering the sea, and they couldn't work at all.

Even because they turned to attack Fang Qianyuan, the silverfish gradually broke free and began to spit water bombs at them.

After a few moments, the guards were also swept away, and even the battle formation began to be difficult to maintain.

"Yin Daoyou, hold on, I'm coming!"

In the air, Yuan Chun's voice came, and he finally couldn't help it and came out of the camp.

It's not that he and Yin Ziyang have a commendable friendship, but that he, as a master of a family in the same city, can't watch such a fellow Taoist die in battle.

Moreover, he and Yin Ziyang were ordered to guard the camp, and if Yin Ziyang lost, they would not be able to go back to explain.

Although they know that they may not be opponents, but the two join forces, there is still a chance, if they miss the opportunity to rescue, they will really be broken one by one.

Yuan Chun naturally knew how to choose.

"Did you come out too?" Fang Qianyuan looked at Yuan Chun, who was flying towards here on another giant peng, his eyes flashed, revealing an inexplicable expression.

"That's right, I'm waiting for you!

Call!

A figure as black as ink suddenly shot out, and an astonishing chill dispersed, rushing in all directions.

Seeing this, Yuan Chun hurriedly retreated, but the Demon Ice Ghost chased after him, so he had to fall to the ground, leap forward, and come to the edge of the hair net.

At this moment, a terrible killing force that made his hair stand on end suddenly came out from his side.

"What's going on?"

His pupils shrank suddenly, then dilated rapidly, his face full of disbelief.

He was a ground-level spirit master, but he was touched by someone, and he still didn't know it.

This means of concealment......

Burst!

The sharp claws cut through his chest, and Yuan Chun watched in horror as the blood on his chest splattered, and the precious magic robe that he had bought for tens of thousands of spirit jade was torn like paper paste.

"Oh no......"

This was Yuan Chun's last thought, followed by endless darkness!

"Brother Yuan!" Yin Ziyang exclaimed in his heart.

He was tightly entangled by Fang Qianyuan's hair, he was completely suffocated, and he couldn't even make a sound, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but burst out with all his strength and struggled frantically.

His whole body was glowing with a green glow full of life, but the blade appeared, and the blade bloomed.

His whole person was like a blooming knife leaf grass, and the endless sharp knife qi finally cut off the thick hair.

But soon a strange light flashed in the air, and the strands of hair were reconnected and restored to their original shape, and they were gathered back again.

The hairnet became thicker and more messy, and in the end, even the hands and feet were tied, and it was impossible to move at all.

Poof!

There was another muffled sound, and Miao Huan appeared in front of Yin Ziyang out of thin air, and his sharp claws cut through his chest.

Yin Ziyang suffered this blow, but instead of dying immediately, he burst out with his last potential, and a powerful and peerless spirit yuan burst out.

"Storm of Blades!"

"Boom!"

Hundreds of bronze-colored flying knives exploded out of his body, Miao Huan couldn't dodge, and was instantly pierced by several flying knives, and the wound was pouring red Lingyuan.

With a hint of pain, it hurriedly hid back in the small cave and disappeared.

"Good means...... Scold...... Hehehehehe......"

Yin Ziyang watched Miao Huan disappear in a daze, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, but at the same time there was endless relief, he finally closed his eyes, and his qi disappeared.