Silver Wolf Lang Xian, the seventh disciple of the True Legend of the Heavenly Wolf Gate, won the title of "Silver Wolf" because he liked to wear white clothes, but because he was greedy for flowers and lustful, so "Silver Wolf" became a "lewd wolf".

That Lang Xian did not stop because Xiong Xiying recognized his identity, on the contrary, after killing a disciple of the Heaven Shaking Sect in the late stage of the Martial Arts Realm in one fell swoop, this Lang Xian even joined forces with the monk surnamed Pei to attack back and forth, as if he wanted to kill Xiong Xiying as soon as possible.

The shape shì flipped abruptly, Xiong Xiying and another disciple of the Heaven Shaking Sect joined forces to resist the attack of the two Great Perfection monks, although the monk surnamed Pei was injured in the internal organs, but the impact on his strength was not too great, but he looked at Xiong Xizhe's oil bottle, and kept attacking, so that Xiong Xiying focused most of his energy on protecting this brother of his own family.

"You think you'll be able to kill me?"

Xiong Xiying turned a flying sword into a smart rainbow light, not only being able to protect Xiong Xizhe in it, but even being able to take care of another fellow disciple, whose strong strength was that the monk surnamed Pei and the Heavenly Wolf Sect monk Lang Xian, who was also a true disciple, were also shocked.

That Lang Xian smiled evilly: "Xiong Daoyou is the head of two families, and he may be able to get out of the way, but what about this clan brother of yours? Oh, by the way, there is also your fellow disciple, but I think you won't care too much about his life or death!"

Xiong Xiying forced the monk surnamed Pei's magic weapon back with a sword, but before he could fight back, he had to withdraw the flying sword to assist his fellow disciples to resist Lang Xian's suppression.

Xiong Xiying's face was gloomy, what Lang Xian said was right, he thought that his strength was far above either of these two, and it was no problem to retreat with his whole body, even if he took his own brother Xiong Xizhe was not hopeless, but this required sacrificing another fellow disciple who joined forces with him to fight against the enemy.

But now he was provoked by Lang Xian's words, he could clearly feel that the fellow disciple beside him had become wary, although on the surface he still joined forces with him to fight the enemy, but Xiong Xiying knew that once he moved his mind to escape, this fellow disciple definitely had the means to drag himself down, unless he was willing to even throw away his own clan.

Lang Xian seemed to notice the hesitation in Xiong Xiying's expression, and suddenly laughed strangely, which made Xiong Xiying even more upset, and even the sword light of the enemy began to become a little scattered.

Lang Xian and the monk surnamed Pei seemed to have expected it, and at this time they strengthened their offensive, and the magic weapon in Lang Xian's hand took the opportunity to break into the sword light, and a cloud of spiritual light exploded from the magic weapon, and a silver blue wolf completely condensed by the spiritual light rushed out, and after avoiding Xiong Xiying and another Heaven Shaking Sect monk who were blocking him, he rushed straight towards Xiong Xizhe.

The true spiritual power of the Heavenly Wolf Gate is not to transform into a wolf, but to use its own spiritual power as the foundation, supplemented by the monk's own spiritual sense, condensed into a short-term spiritual wolf, which is quite powerful, and more importantly, it is often more like an arm command than its natal weapon.

Although Xiong Xizhe has a good talent in the formation, he is just an ordinary martial arts realm double cultivator, where can he resist the means of a Great Perfection cultivator.

As soon as the scream began, it turned into a miserable scream, and Xiong Xizhe tried his best to dodge, but he was still torn off a piece of flesh from his arm by the silver blue wolf.

The silver wolf turned deftly in mid-air, took a few steps in the air, and then bit Xiong Xizhe's throat again, this time Xiong Xizhe could not avoid it.

Seeing that the formation mage cultivated by the Xiong clan with all his strength was about to die under the wolf's kiss, a finger suddenly appeared on the path that the silver wolf flew on, and he saw that he was going to hit his head on this finger.

The silver wolf itself contained part of Lang Xian's spiritual sense, and under his remote control, he instinctively sensed the danger of this finger, and pressed his front paw in front of him, and his entire body was staggered by half a foot in mid-air, and he was about to slip away from the finger.

Unexpectedly, this finger was a little faster at this time, and the silver wolf could not avoid it, and was pointed at the center of the eyebrows, and the agile body of the silver wolf suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and then the whole body exploded into a cloud of white mist, and then turned into a cloud of spiritual energy and collapsed.

Xiong Xizhe was rescued by his brother when he was dying, but Xiong Xiying was seized by the monk surnamed Pei because of this moment of distraction, and a series of spells were mixed with the family heirloom of the Pei family in Yao County, "Three Qi Returning Yuan Spiritual Technique", and they called Xiong Xiying in one go.

Xiong Xiying was in a hurry for a while, and the three origin aura hidden in the rest of the divine powers suddenly merged into one at the moment he approached him, and the power increased sharply, Xiong Xiying finally couldn't cope with being injured by the three qi returning to the Yuan Spiritual Technique, and his face turned pale and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"It seems that a few of them are really going to fight with Xiong!"

The injured Xiong Xiying not only did not show his defeat, but instead burst out from his body with a palpitating anger, like a wounded beast about to choose people to devour, which made the hearts of Lang Xian and Pei Monk, who had the upper hand, sink in their hearts.

A strange tremor suddenly came from behind Xiong Xiying, the monk surnamed Pei was still a little unclear, but Lang Xian on the other side had a change in face, and opened his mouth to exclaim: "Sword Yin, you have actually practiced the Flying Sword Spiritual Technique!"

"Flying Sword Spirit, impossible!"

Although the knowledge of the monk surnamed Pei is not as good as that of Lang Xian, the true legend of the Heavenly Wolf Sect, he obviously also knows the details of the flying sword spiritual technique, and seems to be incredulous that Xiong Xiying can practice the flying sword supernatural power.

Not only the monk surnamed Pei and Lang Xian, the two monks who were hostile to him, but also the fellow disciples who fought side by side with him also seemed a little incredible after hearing Lang Xian's exclamation.

Xiong Xiying smiled gloomily, his fingers changed a few fingers, it should be the spiritual magic finger of the imperial envoy flying sword, the sword light of the flying sword magic weapon in the straight line suddenly increased by three feet, and the previous sound of the sword groan was the abnormal sound made by the flying sword when it trembled rapidly, which can be regarded as a kind of sword roar.

The tip of the sword pointed at the two of them, whether it was Lang Xian or Brother Pei, both of them subconsciously took two steps back, but the two of them immediately reacted that this was too weak, so they took two steps forward.

Xiong Xiying sneered, and pointed at Brother Pei and shouted: "Disease!"

The sharp sound of breaking the air was still lingering in his ears, and the flying sword wrapped in the sword had already come to Brother Pei's eyes, and Brother Pei, who had been prepared, blocked his magic weapon in front of him, but only heard a crisp sound, and the magic weapon had already been knocked away.

Brother Pei sealed his hands again, raised a snake in front of him with spiritual power, and wound towards the flying sword, but was cut into several pieces by the swallowing sword.

Brother Pei shot one after another, although he couldn't stop the power of the flying sword's spiritual power, but it also slowed down the speed of the flying sword, and a white light flew from the side, hitting the spine of the flying sword, deflecting the flying sword flying by a few inches, and slashing past the side of Brother Pei's face, and the cold sword intent scraped a few fine cuts on his face.

The miserable white light that crashed into the flying sword flew back into Lang Xian's hand, but it turned out to be a bone as white as jade, looking thick at one end and thin at the other, like a drumstick.

Xiong Xiying's eyes contracted, and he said coldly: "Wolf drumstick!"

Although Lang Xian blocked Xiong Xiying's blow, there was no trace of color on his face, although the natal magic weapon wolf drumstick in his hand was only a high-grade magic weapon, but the material was refined from the silver wolf bone of the desolate beast level, and with the growth of his cultivation in the future, it was even possible to reach the spirit weapon level in one fell swoop.

But even so, under Xiong Xiying's sword and spiritual powers, he can only barely protect himself, this is still Xiong Xiying's sword and spiritual skills, which are obviously not the top ten sets of spiritual powers.

The three thousand spiritual techniques in the cultivation world are classified by the monks in the form of defense, attack, support, and flight, but there is no obvious boundary between the various classifications, and they often cross each other, such as Yang Junshan's natal spiritual technique Yuan Magnetic Spiritual Light, which can be counted as an auxiliary class of spiritual arts, and can also be counted as an offensive type of spiritual power, and even the Yuan Magnetic Spiritual Light itself has considerable defensive power.

Sword magic can also be regarded as a category of three thousand spiritual arts, specifically referring to various spiritual levels of swordsmanship, but because most of the swordsmanship supernatural powers are good at attacking, so the swordsmanship supernatural powers can be included in the attack class of spiritual powers.

In the ranking of attacking spiritual powers listed in the cultivation world, among the top ten spiritual powers, only the sword magic powers occupy three positions, and among the top twenty spiritual powers, the sword magic powers also occupy five positions, which shows the prestige of sword magic among the three thousand spiritual arts.

Of course, the true power of the sword spirit technique will only be doubled after it is combined with the flying sword magic weapon, if it is like Xiong Xiying, the swordsmanship magic power is honed out of the sword, and the imperial envoy is accompanied by the sword from time to time, the power is even more terrifying, which is why when Xiong Xiying uses the sword magic power, Lang Xian and Pei Monk are shocked.

Although Xiong Xiying used his swordsmanship to deter the two monks of the same level in one fell swoop, it was only a slight advantage, and it was obviously unrealistic to want to get the Red Essence Fruit Tree with a sword spirit technique, but fortunately, he had already obtained six Red Essence Fruits, and he had already gained something, at this time, the underground cave was already in crisis because of the intervention of the True Human Realm monks, and if he stayed any longer, it was difficult to guarantee that he would not attract the attention of the True Human Realm monks.

"Two, now neither of us can help anyone, Xiong and the three of them will retreat, and the red essence fruit tree will be left for the two, how about it?"

Lang Xian and Brother Pei glanced at each other, and the monk surnamed Pei sneered: "You have a good idea, now I don't want the Red Essence Fruit Tree, but my two own brothers died under the sneak attack of you and others, but your six Red Essence Fruits will be divided into half of me!"

Xiong Xiying saw that Lang Xian and Brother Pei were already standing in front of the corpse of the same junior disciple, and there were still three red essence fruits on his body, obviously Xiong Xiying couldn't do it even if he didn't agree, so he simply nodded and said, "Okay, I have time in the future, and I will teach the two of you in the future!"