"You retreat to Qingxin, and the two of them will be handed over to me. Kun Ling's beautiful eyes stared at Bahuazun and Jiuhuazun, and said to Mo Zhiyao at the same time.

"Good. Mo Zhiyao nodded, and then his eyes flickered slightly. "You don't have to force it, it's really not good, as long as you stop that, it's no problem to let one go. ”

Mo Zhiyao's eyes gestured to Kun Ling, and pointed at Jiu Huazun, the latter is not in a good state now, with the strength of Kong Ling's nine people, although they can't defeat it, there should be no problem in self-preservation.

At this time, Mo Zhiyao could only expose their existence.

"I see. Kun Ling nodded, she also knew about Kong Ling and them. On that day, she failed to win Shemo, but she suffered a lot at the hands of the latter.

After the arrangement was completed, Mo Zhiyao's body turned around and swept in the direction where the two of Qingxin Dragon Zhan were.

"Stop me!" Seeing Mo Zhiyao turn around and leave, Jiuhuazun's face suddenly changed, his figure flashed, and he wanted to chase after him.

"It's you who should stop!" At the same time as the cold and clear voice sounded, a cyan spiritual power tornado swept towards Jiuhuazun with the momentum of a storm.

"Peng!"

A silver divine power bolt flashed from the side, bombarding the cyan tornado. Between the impacts, the space trembled for a moment. It was Bahuazun who made the shot.

"Descendants of the Kunpeng clan?" Ba Huazun glanced at the huge figure looming behind Kun Ling, and frowned slightly.

Kunpeng is an ancient divine beast, and the girl in front of her is a descendant of her, inheriting the blood of her distant ancestors, and she looks delicate and weak, but if she is underestimated because of this, it will be really stupid.

"The deity doesn't know what the relationship is between you and Mo Zhiyao, but I believe in the deity, interfering in this matter is definitely not a good thing for you. Bahuazun's silver eyes flashed with a chilling lustre, and he looked at Kun Ling and said lightly.

For Kunling, who has the same level of strength as himself, and is even likely to be better because of the Kunpeng bloodline, Bahuazun is also quite jealous in his heart. Therefore, he did not do it as soon as he came up, but tried to persuade Kun Ling to stand by and watch.

"Needless to say, since you hurt him, you have to pay for me. Kun Ling stared at Bahuazun with bright eyes, smiled slightly, and said. It's just that the smile is unusually cold.

Hearing Kun Ling's answer, Ba Huazun's face suddenly sank, and his eyes became more and more gloomy. After a while, he finally couldn't help but sneer.

"Stubborn and self-defeating. Are you your ancestor?" Bahuazun's palm, a brilliant silver light began to flicker, and waves of violent divine power fluctuated, quietly spreading. "A small descendant of the Kunpeng clan is not qualified to be so rampant in front of the deity!"

As soon as the words fell, Bahuazun's eyes suddenly sharpened, his palms suddenly waved, and his majestic divine power turned into a silver giant hand, smashing towards Kun Ling like suppressing heaven and earth. And Jiu Huazun also cooperated with the action on the side, and one after another fierce divine power was practiced, and the wind and rain poured towards Kun Ling madly.

Looking at the fierce offensive that almost sealed all his retreats, especially the giant palm of divine power above, Kun Ling's eyes also became solemn.

Immediately, Kun Lingyu's hand was raised, and the slender fingers like mutton fat and white jade were gently sealed, and then the palm of the hand was spread out, and in the middle of the palm, a dark cyan flame suddenly appeared.

At the moment when this dark cyan flame appeared, the world instantly darkened. And the face of the Bahuazun also changed drastically, and he lost his voice: "This is ...... Annihilation Spirit Fire!"

The Annihilation Spirit Fire is a unique alien spiritual power of the Kunpeng clan. Only the people of the Kunpeng clan with the purest blood can urge it out.

Although this Oblivion Spirit Fire is named Flame, and its form and appearance are no different from Flame. But in fact, it was a mutated wind attribute spiritual power.

This wind spirit power is extremely terrifying, and it is said to be able to annihilate all things.

Ba Huazun didn't expect that the Kunpeng bloodline in this Kun Ling's body would be so pure. He originally thought that Kun Ling was just a descendant of a side branch who had inherited a trace of Kunpeng's thin bloodline.

How did Bahuazun know that Kunling's current physical body was condensed with the true Kunpeng essence blood in the Kunpeng Ancestral Land Blood Pool Condensation Tower, so it can be said that she has returned to her ancestors and become a real ancient divine beast Kunpeng!

It's just that if Kunling wants to grow to the level of his ancestors, it will take a long time to grow.

The dark cyan flames, like spirits with spirituality, slowly circulated between Kunling's slender and white jade fingers. And between its circulation, the surrounding void followed the trajectory of its circulation, and there were dark spatial traces. A palpitating invisible fluctuation crept out of it.

Qing Xin's bright eyes were raised, and his eyes flowed, and he smiled coldly at the two of Bahuazun, and then flicked his jade fingers lightly.

"Huh!"

The dark cyan wind aura swept up from its fingertips like an elf, slashing through the air, bringing out a long cyan tail of fire behind it.

"Whew!"

However, in the next moment, the dark cyan flame, which was no more than the size of a baby's fist, rose against the storm and turned into a dark cyan fire curtain in an instant. In every cluster of cyan flames, a ray of black light could be seen.

Mo Zhiyao, who was converging with Qingxin in the distance, immediately saw the clues with his extraordinary eyesight. Where is the black light, it is clearly a deep whirlwind containing the power of terrifying annihilation.

The Wind Whirlwind Fire Curtain was overwhelming, directly enveloping the giant hand of divine power and the divine power of the sky. There was no sound, and no sound came out, but the giant palm of divine power and the training of divine power were directly annihilated, leaving no trace.

The wind is full of fire, and it is terrifying.

Defeating the attack of the two Bahuazun, Kun Ling's cold gaze fell on the two people behind, and his red lips lifted slightly, killing awe.

Immediately, Kun Lingyu pointed a little farther away, and the annihilation spirit fire that enveloped half of the sky swept directly towards the two of Bahuazun.

"Lao Jiu, retreat!"

Ba Huazun's face changed drastically, he shouted violently, and hurriedly retreated to the rear. And that Jiuhuazun didn't dare to slack off, and followed closely.

Jiuhuazun is in a sluggish state at the moment, and if he falls into it, he is afraid that the end will be quite miserable.

In the midst of the retreat, Bahuazun's hands quickly sealed, and a strange black snowflake-like divine pattern appeared at the center of his eyebrows. A black chill glowing with a little silver light suddenly roared out of its body.

Immediately after, Bahuazun's palm shook fiercely, and the black cold qi suddenly turned into countless black ice picks in the clicking sound.

In front of the icicle, it is unusually sharp and sharp, and the whole body is threaded. At first glance, it makes people feel chilled all over the body.

Bahuazun's gaze was cold, and then the soles of his feet stomped heavily into the void, and suddenly the black ice picks in the sky swept towards the cyan fire curtain with a piercing sharp sound of breaking wind.

The two sides fought, and the black threaded ice pick was still silently annihilated by the Annihilation Spirit Fire, but the cyan fire curtain was also fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at this scene, Ba Huazun's face was extremely gloomy, and Kun Ling's pretty face was also quite dignified. This kind of confrontation seems to be calm, but under that calm, there is an extremely terrifying power.

Kun Ling's delicate body twisted, and disappeared in place like a teleportation, and when he reappeared, he was already approaching the two of Bahuazun, and at that speed, Mo Zhiyao, who saw behind, had his pupils shrinking.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyao, while seizing the time to recover his spiritual strength, was also paying attention to the fierce battle on the field. Although Kun Ling is strong, the two of them are not idle. The latter, in particular, did not strike in the previous battles and maintained full combat power. With Jiuhuazun joining forces, Kunling's situation is not optimistic.

Kun bullied the two of them in front of Bahuazun, their hands parted, and each of them had a substantial dark cyan spiritual power long sword stabbing out. Above the sword body, there were whirlwinds of deep color, and between the rotations, they released extremely sharp fluctuations.

Bahuazun and the others didn't dare to slack off, they both raised their hands, and their divine power surged, blocking Kun Ling's sword.

"Bell!"

The metal-like sound of the exchange sounded, and Bahuazun's feet did not move at all, but Jiuhuazun retreated violently, and his face suddenly turned a little pale.

Seeing this, Kun Ling sneered, his wrist flipped over, and the spiritual power long sword in his hand was a little cold, and it shrouded towards Jiuhuazun.

Among the two, Jiuhuazun, who is obviously not in good shape, is easier to deal with. In this case, Kun Ling naturally had to "take care" of him more.

Kun Ling knew in his heart that with the power of the Kunpeng bloodline, he could slightly overwhelm Bahuazun with complete combat power. However, this gap is extremely small and not significant.

The two people in front of him, although Kun Ling didn't know their identities, he could see that they were extremely experienced in combat. I'm just catching them off guard now, and if I give them some time to adjust, I'm afraid they won't be the opponent of these two.

Therefore, Kunling should take the lead in solving Jiuhuazun, who is relatively weak, before this situation appears.

The sharp sword light bent in the air one after another tricky arcs, pointing directly at Jiuhuazun's whole body, and before the sword strength could be reached, Jiuhuazun felt a faint stinging pain in the skin around him.

Jiu Huazun's eyes showed a look of rage, he naturally saw that at this moment, he was a weak person in Kunling's eyes, which made him extremely aggrieved and humiliated, but he was helpless. The previous battle with Mo Zhiyao caused him to suffer a lot of damage, causing his combat power to plummet, and he was not Kun Ling's opponent at all.

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded, and Bahuazun's figure appeared between the two, with a flip of his palm, the violent divine power surging and rushing, like layers of terrifying waves, stopping all Kun Ling's sword strength.

"Lao Jiu, she handed it over to me to deal with, and you go and deal with that kid. Bahuazun stopped Kun Ling, and at the same time said in a deep voice to Jiuhuazun behind him.

Hearing this, Jiuhuazun was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Mo Zhiyao in the distance with a cold gaze, and nodded. He hates Mo Zhiyao now, and he is eager to kill him. Without the slightest hesitation, his body turned around, and he swept away in the direction of Mo Zhiyao.