The sound came out, as if it pierced everything, and even like the power of condensing the sky, echoing in the ears of these fighting soldiers, causing a boom to whirl in their ears, and under this whirlwind, in the middle of the air, a strong coercion burst open, centered on the masked person, spreading to the surroundings, and instantly there was a fluctuation of energy, which seemed to envelop the entire battlefield, and suddenly it seemed to shock everyone's soul, making their bodies pause together, and their consciousness appeared in a trance.

He focused his gaze on Mu Zhen and Ma Hui, and there was a cold glow oozing from his eyes, which looked even more terrifying than the bows and arrows in Mu Zhen and Ma Hui's hands, making people feel a burst of horror when they looked at it.

Before his body touched Mu Zhen and Ma Hui's bodies, a burst of breath spread out, which made De Mu Zhen and Ma Hui's breathing a little short, because this breath made them clearly know that this person's strength was at least in the upper stage of the Soul Realm, or even more.

But at this moment, they didn't have time to speculate, and they didn't know that the crisis did not allow them to think too much, with the arrival of this man, their bodies were controlled by their minds, and suddenly made a muffled sound, and at the same time as this muffled sound, the soul behind them flashed away, and instead, it was the transparent arc circle that appeared outside their bodies, which became a layer of protection for them!

The masked man stepped on the void, and the void shook rapidly between his footsteps, and the soul and Jinghong not far away also saw this scene, felt the pressure of this breath, and their expressions showed shock.

"I didn't expect that in this Seven Evil Tribe, there would be such a powerful person, it is incredible. ”

Jinghong's heart was shaken, as if it was tumbling. When his eyes showed shock, he groaned, and he had already seen this person approaching Mu Zhen and Ma Hui's bodies, and at the moment when he was approaching, Liliang burst out of his body, directly forcing the two of them to retreat a few steps, and immediately, he suddenly waved his hand and slapped it at Mu Zhen and Ma Hui.

Under this beat, in front of his palm, a spatial crack immediately struck, and within this crack, a majestic liliang burst into it, turning into a huge palm phantom, with a strong liliang, and roared towards Mu Zhen and Ma Hui.

The palm phantom slammed into the protective light curtain in front of Mu Zhen and Ma Hui, and suddenly the light curtain creaked and shattered. At this moment, Mu Zhen and Ma Hui raised the bows and arrows in their hands and stood on their chests, forming a second layer of protection!

"Bang!"

Almost at the moment when the bow and arrow in their hands were blocked in front of their chests, the bow and arrow suddenly exploded, and with the spread of the aftermath of the energy, the bow and arrow in their hands broke suddenly, and under this roar, an aftermath from the phantom of the palm hit the bodies of Mu Zhen and Ma Hui, making them snort, and at the same time as a painful look appeared on their faces, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and their bodies rolled upside down in the air, until Zuihou fell into the soil with blood flowing, struggling hard.

At the same time, the masked man waved his palm at the warriors of the Cloud Crane tribe on the ground, and this palm swung out, and immediately a huge palm phantom appeared, with a violent liliang, and suddenly swung towards the crowd, so that when the people of the Cloud Crane tribe dispersed in a hurry, the palm phantom suddenly hit the soil, making a strong explosion, and when the soil splashed, a huge pit appeared in the place where it hit. In the sound of the explosion, a wave of liliang collision directly affected those who had not had time to escape too far, causing them to hiss and roll upside down.

This scene once again made the people of those tribes who were opposed to the Yunhe tribe scorching in their hearts again, and under this scorching heat, they screamed and fought with the Yunhe tribe again, pulling this battle to a high point again.

Jing Hong's body trembled, and a deeper horror appeared in his eyes, and he looked at the masked man again, and his gaze blended. Under this blending, an inexplicable crisis suddenly gathered, making him subconsciously shake the bow and arrow in his hand, and above the bow and arrow, a breath suddenly emanated, as if impacting the void and squeezing open a crack.

"In the middle of the Soul Realm, it's not bad, but my target, the next one, is you!"

Although Jing Hong was trembling in his heart, his steps did not regress in the slightest at the moment, and there was still a kind of arrogance between his eyebrows, which belonged to his cultivation in the middle of the Soul Realm. Taking a step forward, Jing Hong's eyes were filled with a strong battle intent, and he suddenly pulled the bowstring in his hand, and when he looked at the other party, he said in a deep voice: "My next target is also you!"

After the words fell, Jinghong took a step forward, his body jumped up, and the bow and arrow in his hand at the same time, suddenly pulled the bowstring, making a humming, echoing the sky, the sharp arrow on the bowstring seemed to condense the power of the sky in all directions, held in front of his chest, his eyes were like a torch, revealing a touch of sharpness, pointing at the masked person, whose body emitted a faint white light. From afar, it looks like a divine hunter aiming at its prey.

The masked man was suspended in the air, standing with his hands in his hands at this moment, looking at Jing Hong in front of him, as if he was ignoring, he didn't make any moves, just standing, knowing that the sharp arrow in Jing Hong's hand roared out, bursting out with a strong force At the same time, only ten meters away from him, and even at this moment, under the control of Jing Hong's mind, turned into a giant python, with a big mouth, as if to devour everything, the masked person, his steps suddenly stopped, and his palm waved forward.

With this swing, his body suddenly burst out with a strong coercion, and under this coercion, a dazzling light emanated from his body, like a bright star in this void. In the palm of his hand, a ray of light appeared, and this aura instantly transformed, and in an instant, it turned into a transparent light curtain, blocking him in front of him.

"Boom!"

Almost as soon as the light curtain appeared, the sharp arrow had already struck the light curtain. There was a roaring sound echoing, and in this echoing sound, when the aftermath of the energy dissipated, in front of the mask, where the palm of the hand swung out, the sharp arrow hit the light curtain at this moment, as if there was a fire sputtering, but at this moment it stopped outside the light curtain and could not continue to move forward.

"The spell is very good, but your cultivation is not enough!"

Under the mask, he suddenly snorted coldly, and his open fingers clenched suddenly, and under this grip, a fist was suddenly formed, which made the sharp arrow that stayed outside the light curtain break, and at the same time as the sharp arrow broke, he clenched his fist, and under the horror in Jinghong's eyes, he swung out a fist towards Jinghong's location.

Almost in an instant, that is, after his words just fell, his body was already close to Jinghong's body, and its speed was so fast that before Jinghong could make any reaction, he felt a dull pain in his chest, under this pain, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and in the place where the pain was issued, a blood-colored hole suddenly appeared!

Er Soul not far away saw this scene, heard Jinghong's hissing, his voice trembled, and his eyes were also shocked, his whole body cultivation exploded, and when he roared, he quickly walked towards Jinghong, and caught Jinghong's body in mid-air. At this moment, he finally understood that the appearance of this person had already determined the outcome of this battle.

"Withdraw, everyone!"

Er Soul hugged Jinghong's body, listened to Jinghong's rapid breathing, felt the convulsions of his body, and from Jinghong's body, a dead air rose rapidly. He yelled at the bottom, and his whole body cultivation exploded, and at his own speed, he hurried towards the location of the Yunhe tribe.

As his deep shouts fell, the people of the Yunhe tribe on the ground desperately retreated one by one, while retreating, they had no time to pay attention to those dead warriors, at this moment, the strength of the other party had completely collapsed their Zuihou defense. Let them run frantically.

"Kill, kill into their Cloud Crane Tribe!"

At the same time, in the middle of the air, the patriarch of the Black Wind Tribe roared in his old but powerful voice, and the fall of this voice suddenly made the eyes of all the tribes show a stronger killing intent, and they frantically chased and killed these people of the Cloud Crane Tribe.

By the time they fled back to the Yunhe Tribe, there were only two thousand warriors left!

Along the way, they killed almost all their warriors.

Er Soul's expression was extremely painful, he put Jing Hong's body on the wooden bed in front of Wan Lao's wooden house, at this moment this wooden bed is surrounded by people from the Yunhe tribe, their expressions are gloomy, in their opinion, like Jinghong, the monks in the middle of the Soul Xuan Realm have been defeated, then this Yunhe tribe has basically fallen a large part.

At this moment, Jinghong was already unconscious, Wan Lao was healing him, and the patriarch on the side looked extremely solemn, and said, "Wan Lao, is Jinghong in any danger?"

Wan Lao took a deep breath, looked at the patriarch, his expression showed melancholy, and said: "Fortunately, his cultivation is not bad, otherwise this blow will be enough to kill him, and he is only in a temporary coma at the moment, but even if he wakes up, he will not be able to participate in the war in the near future." This layer of protection that you set up in the Yunhe Tribe, after a long time, will be shattered by them. ”

"The following plan is the only way, does Wan Lao have any other way to deal with it?" the patriarch asked rhetorically.

Wan Lao shook his head, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and there was bitterness in that smile, and he said, "No." ”

"Patriarch, isn't Deacon Jing Yu out of the customs yet? Perhaps, Deacon Jing Yu can save our Yunhe Tribe!"

At this moment, a strong man on the side suddenly thought of Jing Yu, who had been in retreat for several years.