Aotian entered the spiritual world, and the physical body was still in the earthly world.

When Aotian and the Red Maiden were fighting, they knew that in the face of a strong enemy, they were powerless to return to the sky, and only by transferring all their soul thoughts to the spiritual world could they avoid the result of the soul flying away and the ashes of the primordial gods.

In the land of southern Xinjiang, the blood mist and wind swept away, and there was no grass everywhere he went. Proud of the sky, as if frozen, without a trace of change in expression.

The red girl noticed the strange state of Aotian, but she didn't know that Aotian's soul had already escaped.

The red girl's red eyes were like blood, staring at Aotian, and she shouted viciously: "Go to death!" With a thunderous shout, the red girl's right hand waved violently, and the bloody wind roared straight towards Aotian and swept away.

The blood wind array enveloped the proud sky in it, and there was no trace of it.

"Haha..."

Seeing that the great patriarch of the Feng clan was about to die in her own hands, the red girl was overjoyed, and the moment the laughter stopped, a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes.

Seeing that, the blood wind roared, violently sweeping the Aotian body into it. The blood was like a knife, and even the hard boulder was shattered, let alone the human body.

The blood wind engulfed Aotian, and the place was extremely rolled for a while, and the blood wind dissipated, and the red woman looked at it fixedly.

Shout!

A white shadow, extremely fast, strung in front of the red girl's eyes.

The red girl subconsciously dodged, only to see that there was a yellow-haired boy in a white velvet beast coat in front of her.

The red girl frowned, and thought in her heart: "This person's body is fast, I can't recognize his appearance when I shuttle, and I can't feel what strength he is, this person should not be underestimated." ”

While the red girl was thinking, Kong Xuan's body was covered with layers of mangs, which were the mangs that could only be set off in the realm of immortals. The Soul Breaking Sword was unsheathed, and under the phantom galloping technique, it was strung in front of the red girl with only one breath.

In an instant, the two looked at each other, and the red girl saw her face clearly.

The Broken Soul hissed, the sword blade was invincible, the red woman's posture retreated lightly, and the tip of the Broken Soul Sword went straight to the red girl's forehead.

"What? The yellow-haired kid in front of him is only a teenager, how can he have such a strong strength?" Kong Xuan knew that the strength of the opponent in front of him was far above him, and now it was just to awaken the divine power of the previous life to fuse the seventh attack of the Heart Sword of the Martial Arts in this life, Kong Xuan's purpose was very simple, that is, to confuse the red girl, dampen her sharpness, and take the opportunity to save Aotian.

How do you know that the red woman is strong, the stronger the other party's strength, the more passionate the fighting spirit in her heart. The red woman's arms were for a while, and the towering blood wind suddenly dissipated, and then turned into a blood mist that filled the entire land.

Under the blood mist, the withered grass of the soul grew rapidly, emitting bursts of strange fragrance, Kong Xuan saw that the situation was not good, and when he was fighting, he looked back at Aotian's body, and thought to himself: "Don't fall in love with the war, move the position." ”

Kong Xuan performed the Phaseless Wind Battle, shielded his body with a vaporization shield, and then used the Phantom Swift Supreme Technique to instantly change the battle position beside the red girl, so as to disturb the enemy's audition.

Whoa...

Under the phantom galloping away, Kong Xuan's speed was amazing, and the red girl couldn't identify its specific location for a while, and after dozens of rounds, the red girl only felt that the world was spinning in front of her, and her mind was in chaos.

Whoa...

The red girl was surrounded by phantoms, and helplessly, the red girl closed her eyes slightly, using the cultivator's powerful magic touch to identify and trace her true direction.

In a moment, the red girl suddenly opened her blood-red eyes, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Broken!"

A bloody blade gathered a thousand pounds of strength and struck in one direction. Under the attack of the blood blade, there was an explosion and rumbling, and the countless phantoms around the red girl stopped.

The bloody blade attacked violently, and the earth exploded with waves of smoke.

In a moment, the smoke and dust dissipated, and a large pit with a diameter of five zhang and a depth of five zhang appeared on the earth.

The red girl fixed her eyes on it, but she didn't see Kong Xuan's body.

The red girl was indignant, angry, and roared angrily.

In fact, when Kong Xuan tried to confuse the red girl, he had already thought of a way. Kong Xuan took advantage of the red girl's inattention, picked up several gravels on the ground, and at the speed of the phantom walking, he drew several trajectories around the red girl's body that were enough to make the gravel shuttle. In fact, the phantoms were just gravel. Kong Xuan had already escaped, picked up Aotian and fled.

Fengming Mountain, the ancestral land of the Feng people.

The elite warriors of the Ancestral Land of the Thousands of Phoenix Clans have laid out a strong defensive line to resist the armies of the two clans that can attack at any time.

Ancestral hall, in front of the bed of Aotian.

Everyone looked around at Aotian lying on the bed.

Before the Aotian Soul Mind entered the spiritual world that he had incarnated, he inhaled a trace of the strange fragrance of the withered grass of the soul, and his soul consciousness was damaged, and he fell into a deep sleep in the spiritual world, without any perception of external things.

Aotian fell, and the sky of the Feng clan also collapsed. The thousands of people of the Feng clan can only pin their hopes on the elders.

Knowing that the Great Patriarch Aotian was injured and fell into a deep sleep, thousands of clansmen gathered outside the ancestral hall, waiting for the final decision of the internal affairs elders to discuss the war.

On the ancestral hall.

The elders were discussing various preparations and countermeasures. For a while, above the ancestral hall, there was a lot of gossip and discussion.

"Oh no, the enemy army of the Winged Serpent Clan has come over. ”

While the elders were discussing, one of the warriors looked panicked and almost fell in front of the elders as he ran into the main hall.

Seeing this, Zuo Gongming was furious and shouted angrily: "How can my Feng clan have such a greedy person as you who is afraid of death, you are not worthy of being a warrior of my Feng clan." With that, his sword fell, and the warrior fell in a pool of blood.

Zuo Gongming raised his sword, walked out of the hall angrily, and went straight to the direction of the front defense, followed by the elders.

The land of southern Xinjiang is vast and vast, and tens of thousands of enemy troops are gathering to the ancestral land of the Feng people.

Seeing the enemy's two-pole flag, hunting with the wind, the words of the Wind Snake Clan and the Winged Snake Clan were prominently marked on the banner. Zuo Gongming had a hint of foreboding in his heart, but even so, as the commander-in-chief of the Feng Clan, he categorically left this thought.

The dragons have no leader, so how can they resist the enemy. But the earth is current, and if you don't fight, you will be defeated.

Zuo Gongming raised his sword and shouted: "Warriors of the Feng clan, kill the enemy with me." ”

Kill, kill, kill!

The sound of killing in the sky above the ancestral land of the Feng clan shook the sky.

The armies of the two clans are in front, menacing, and all of them are fierce and vicious, and they must not be allowed to get close to Fengming City.

Zuo Gongming deployed, a team of 30,000 soldiers stayed in Fengming City as the last line of defense, and the remaining 50,000 elite soldiers went into battle to kill the enemy.

"Swear to defend Fengming City to the death!"

With an angry shout, Zuo Gongming led 50,000 elite soldiers to defend against the enemy, and Kong Xuan was among them.

It is ten miles away from Fengming City.

The two armies collided head-on. The Feng clan is headed by the commander-in-chief Zuo Gongming, and the first enemy is the patriarch of the Wind Snake Clan, Mi Mu Cuo, and the Red Girl of the Wing Snake Clan.

Zuo Gongming looked around, but he didn't see the patriarch of the Winged Snake Clan.

The rules of the battlefield, the two armies are fighting, and the vanguard of the two armies is fighting one by one, in order to frustrate the enemy's spirit, so that they can annihilate the other party in one fell swoop.

Thousands of soldiers of the two armies lined up against each other, like black clouds pressing on the top.

On the land of southern Xinjiang, the wind howled, rolling up bursts of yellow dust.

The cheers stopped, but the wind did not stop. A vanguard of the Winged Snake Clan came into battle and shouted, and the white wolf, the pioneer of the Feng Clan's Thunder Clan, asked for his life to fight.

"Who's coming? There is no nameless ghost under your grandfather's sword. ”

"Haha..."As the enemy vanguard shouted, there was a burst of ridicule among the enemy troops.

The white wolf was silent, his cold eyebrows were facing each other, a trace of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he lifted two jack bone hammers and rushed straight away.

Seeing the white wolf rushing to kill, Wumeng was not to be outdone, with a wave of one arm, a prisoner of war whined and swooped, and greeted him head-on.

The white wolf of the Feng clan is one of the few elite pioneers of the Feng clan, refining qi and transforming the gods in the middle of the middle stage of cultivation, the two bone hammers in his hands weigh thousands of catties, and there is no soul under the bone hammer.

Look at the enemy Wumeng again, he is sturdy and tall, with a cold face and fat, a battle axe whining, and his strength cannot be underestimated.

Bang bang bang!

The collision of the two weapons made a dull crashing sound. The two are equal in strength and extremely brave. After more than 20 rounds, the two were always partially superior. The two fought for another hundred rounds, and Umon finally leaked a flaw, Umong was tall and his strength was understandable, but this person acted clumsily, and every time he swung his battle axe to prepare for the next attack, he paused slightly, and this flaw gave the white wolf a fighter.

The white wolf made a plan, and the Wumeng battle axe poured down, with a thousand catties of strength, and the white wolf dodged with the situation.

Seeing Umeng pause, he was about to raise his axe.

When it was too late, the white wolf turned lightly and skewered out a few meters in front of Wumeng. The white wolf's arms are stretched out, with his feet as the axis, rotating in place, the two bone hammers rotate at high speed and rub against the air humming, the wind is under the feet of the white wolf, although the bone hammer is stupid, but at this time it is integrated with him, and the two melt into a saucer-shaped blade, approaching Wumeng.

Umeng's eyes widened and he panicked.

The fighter plane was only in an instant, and before people could see it, the Umeng had been torn to pieces, and blood was splattered on the spot.

"Good!"

In the first battle, the white wolf won great glory for the Feng clan, and Zuo Gongming applauded excitedly. The Feng warriors also cheered loudly.

Wumeng was defeated and died, and the faces of the Winged Serpent Clan and the Wind Serpent Clan were gloomy.

A cold glint burst out from the eyes of the Wind Snake Clan's Mimu Cuo, and he shouted angrily: "My clan, who is going to fight?"

"Why don't you let me be taught?"

The voice of the person who spoke was very small, but everyone could hear it clearly, so it can be inferred that this person's strength is unfathomable.

"Ghost robes. ”

The man wore a black robe covering his body and face. When he walked between the two armies in the crowd, Kong Xuan couldn't help but shout.

Hearing what Kong Xuan said, Zuo Gongming raised his eyes coldly and looked at the man in black.

Since the battle of the Barren Valley, the name of the ghost robe has been deeply imprinted in Kong Xuan's heart, it is hatred, and it is endless pain. Kong Xuan stared at the ghost robe viciously, the roots of his teeth clucked, and he wanted to break it into thousands of pieces, so as to avenge the blood hatred of his deceased brother.

"Commander, Kong Xuan asks for battle!"

Kong Xuan saw that the person who came was a ghost robe, and he couldn't wait to fight.

"Quasi-war!"

For the person in front of him, Zuo Gongming is also a stranger, and he has no way of hearing about it. But judging from the ghostly magic spirit aura exuded by this person, this person's strength is extraordinary, and compared with Kong Xuan, Kong Xuan is far below that person. But thinking of the barren valley before, Kong Xuan had fought with this ghost robe, Kong Xuan knew more about it than others, and Kong Xuan couldn't be more suitable for the battle, so Zuo Gongming was ready to fight.

Kong Xuan used the phaseless wind to decide, and the hand-turned qi blade party wanted to step forward to fight to the death, not wanting to be stopped by the ghost robe.

"Haha... No hurry, no hurry. With that, the ghost robe slowly took off its armor.

"It's... Be... Is that you?"

"Huh? How could it be him?"

"He... Didn't he disappear? How could he be here?"

The moment the ghost robe took off its face armor, Zuo Gongming and many elders, including the Feng clan soldiers, were shocked and dumbfounded.