In the sky above the continent, a group of Wind Clan monks, hearing the words of the Wind Clan youth, showed their tricks one after another, forcing everyone back and then swept in the direction of the starry sky.

Naturally, everyone chased them out, but these Wind Clan monks, all of whom were good at body and magic powers, threw off a distance of several miles in the blink of an eye.

The first young man of the Wind Clan to speak out and run away, after he swept out, he had already felt the sword light of the chasing Killing Emperor Sword, and this person also reacted extremely quickly, and hurriedly flashed to the side.

The sword in Yingfeng's hand trembled slightly, and the blood-red sword seemed to come to life, chasing the direction of the Wind Clan youth and escaping, the speed was so fast that compared to the Wind Clan youth's body method, it was only surpassed, but it was all over.

The figure of the young man of the Wind Clan was like lightning, and he moved several directions in a row, but he didn't get rid of it, his handsome face was gloomy, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he roared: "The imperfect wheel magic power dares to take it out and be embarrassed!"

As soon as the words began, the Dao heart aura of the wheel also appeared on this person's body, and he turned around and slapped the blood-red sword that was chasing after him.

The young man of the Wind Clan cultivated the golden vitality, and this palm was slapped, and in the eyes of the winning wind, he couldn't see a little palm shadow, but only felt that a piece of golden light slapped over. This piece of golden light is by no means ordinary, full of the mysterious taste of the passage of time and the decay of all things.

Winning Feng flashed to the side, on the old and majestic face, there was no panic, but a trace of strange complexity, maybe remembered that he used the Wheel Pill, imperfection is always a pity!

Bang!

With an explosion, the blood-red sword shattered into nothingness!

However, there are still a lot of remnants of Jin Mang, and he shot backwards.

In fact, the young man of the Wind Clan and Ying Feng had already displayed their Dao Heart Wheel Divine Power in the previous fight, and Ying Feng had indeed lost.

After the Wind Clan youth smashed the Killing Emperor Sword, he snorted coldly. Flee into the sky again.

"Your Excellency, don't forget that I'm crazy!"

The arrogance with a somewhat cold voice came from the depths of the place where the golden light flowed.

Rumble!

Zhan frantically exerted his powerful steps like smashing space, breaking through the golden mang, chasing straight after, stabbing the centipede spear in his hand, and a large sea of fire appeared out of thin air. Wrapped the WindClan youth inside.

The screams finally sounded, and the wings of the Wind Clan youth caught fire, scorching a large area.

"Fool, such a mind dares to do something with the monks of our Nine Dead Star Sea, even if you comprehend the Perfect Wheel, you will definitely die today. ”

Yingfeng, who has always been a lonely and conceited emperor in the world, has few words. He actually ridiculed the young man of the Wind Clan with disdain in his eyes, which showed that the imperfect wheel magic power that the other party had just laughed at him still deeply stimulated him, causing some fluctuations in this person's psychology.

That's right, the Killing Emperor Sword he had before was just to slow down the Wind Clan youth and fight a crazy attack. Create a zào an opportunity.

After the words fell, Ying Feng had already unleashed the Killing Emperor Sword again.

The two attacked very tacitly. They are all the wings of the Wind Clan's youth. Everyone knows that the Wind Clan's body magic powers mostly rely on a pair of natural wings, as long as this pair of wings is abolished, the other party will no longer be able to escape.

Flames, golden rays, blood light. intertwined, engulfing the figures of the three people, screaming again and again.

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"Big brother!"

The other monks who had fled were all very anxious when their divine senses sensed that the Wind Clan youth had been stopped. One of the mid-royal monks turned back directly.

The appearance of this Wind Clan monk was five or six points similar to the young man of the Wind Clan who was stopped by the two crazy fighters, and he came straight in the direction of the three of them.

"Little brother, let's go!"

The roar came from the light of the three-man battle, resounding between heaven and earth. Putting aside the hatred of the Wind Clan towards the Terrans, these Wind Clans are much more united than the Terrans, and there is not so much intrigue.

Unfortunately, it was too late!

The returning young man of the Wind Clan, after only a few breaths, was stopped by the Terrans who were in hot pursuit, and the leader was the white-haired Yugezi who was holding back a nameless fire in his belly.

"Death to the old man!"

The white-haired fisherman was like a mad demon, and the demon hand mark was struck one after another, blasting towards the returning Wind Clan youth!

Bang bang -

Boom, wail, all together!

After a short time, the returning Feng Clan youth let out an unusually tragic wail, and was slapped into meat by the white-haired fisherman.

The other Wind Clan monks who escaped were originally thinking about coming back to save their clansmen, but when they saw the tragic death of the first Wind Clan young man to return, they knew that they would definitely die when they came back, so they all continued to flee into the starry sky with tears in their eyes.

The young man of the Wind Clan, who was besieged by Zhan Madness and Winning Wind, obviously heard his brother's screams before he died, and let out a painful roar from his mouth, and his eyes flashed with an extremely fierce and resolute look, shaking off Zhan Madness and Winning Wind, and pounced on the white-haired Yugezi.

The white-haired fisherman, the old ghost, saw that the other party was going to fight one against three, hehe smiled, did not run away, and flew over to the other party.

A one-shot attack, hit the WindClan youth from behind!

The blood of the Wind Clan youth spurted wildly, but he didn't look back, didn't dodge, only pounced on the white-haired Yugezi without a little retreat, his eyes were full of hatred and madness.

The two sides are getting closer!

Suddenly, conflict, confrontation, and a strange aura of rage suddenly surged from the body of the Wind Clan youth.

"He's going to blow himself up!"

The white-haired fisherman, the battle was crazy, and the three of them won the wind, their faces were as frightened as earth, and they hurriedly turned around and fled. The young man of the Wind Clan ignored the madness of the battle and the winning wind, and still chased after the white-haired Yugezi, and the speed was suddenly much faster, obviously in order to paralyze the white-haired Yugezi, he hid a little bit of strength.

The other monks who were quite far away also felt the aura of self-explosion, and fled in all directions!

The distance between the young man of the Wind Clan and the white-haired fisherman is getting closer and closer, and the shadow of death falls on the white-haired fisherman's heart.

Rumble!

The sky shook, and a loud explosion finally sounded.

The dust was flying, the earth was cracked, and a strong golden vitality filled a large area of the sky, and the eyes of the stabbing people were in severe pain, and they couldn't see anything clearly for a short time.

Several screams rang out from different directions.

Everyone instantly lost their ears and became deaf, and they were swept away by the air waves, and they involuntarily rushed forward. Slammed into the void or into the earth.

After a while, the golden mangs dispersed, and everyone crawled and looked at the explosion, where the young man of the Wind Clan and the white-haired Yugezi had disappeared together. There was no sign of it in the nearby land.

"Another Late Monk ...... Death"

Some monks looked dull and muttered to themselves, in the past few hundred years, the Nine Dead Star Sea has actually killed the Zuo Xuan brothers, the immortal old immortal, the white-haired fishing singer, and the four Dustless monks, this kind of thing. In the tens of thousands of years in the past, it didn't happen.

Turning his gaze again, the other two monks with torn clothes and bloody flesh were crawling in the two deep pits, it was the battle madness and the winning wind, and the two of them seemed to be injured a lot.

The monk who followed the winning wind hurriedly walked in his direction. Flew over.

On the other hand, Zhan Crazy didn't know what means of self-defense he used. Compared to Winfeng, it seemed that the injury was lighter, and after shaking his head full of dust, he had already begun to crutch the ground with a centipede spear, struggling to stand up, and his body swayed.

Quite a few monks. Looking at the spear in his hand, his eyes lit up, but he obviously didn't dare to move lightly.

Sou!

A red figure shot out of the lightning, and went straight to the battle frantically. It's Xiao Sunflower.

Others didn't dare to do it, but this old eunuch had fought with Feng Wushen in the Black Temple, and had seen the power of the fairy treasure, and his heart was eager to the extreme, where would he let go of this great opportunity, and in the blink of an eye, he was not far in front of Zhan Madness, and a heart piercing needle was punched out.

"Get out!"

What kind of character is Zhan Madness, who doesn't know that he is now alone, and in the case of serious injuries, he must be coveted, after a shout, the spear of the dragon waved, and a large flame met the heart-piercing needle that was shooting.

Bang bang - there was a sound of explosions, and the heart-piercing array was shattered, and not a single one fell on the body of the war madman.

"Even if I'm crazy and injured, it's not something you Xiao Sunflower can covet!"

Zhan Crazy was scattered, roared sharply, his eyes fell on Xiao Sunflower unusually coldly, but his body trembled violently a few times, and a mouthful of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, which showed that although the words were arrogant, the injuries suffered were really not light. With his arrogant temperament, he didn't immediately counterattack Xiao Sunflower.

Sou!

With a soft sound, the broken thorns had already swept to Zhan Crazy's side, standing side by side with him, without saying a word, staring at Xiao Sunflower, silent as a mountain.

Xiao Sunflower, the old fox, was about to attack again, when he saw that the broken thorns seemed to be going crazy to help the battle, his eyes swept over the two of them, and after flashing a few times, he stopped his steps, and said with a smile: "Crazy brother, offended, Xiao can't help it, and I hope to forgive me." ”

This old eunuch is really thick-skinned to the extreme, and with a few fluttering words, he plans to reveal the crazy thing about the attack just now, no wonder he can live longer than others.

Zhan Madness's eyes flashed, and after a slight groan, he snorted coldly, and could only helplessly put the matter down for the time being.

The self-detonation of a king-level late-stage monk, how can it be so simple.

Zhan Crazy knows his own affairs, his internal organs, meridians and bones, I don't know how much it is broken, it hurts so much that it hurts my heart, although it is the surface, but if he really fights with Xiao Sunflower, he may not be his opponent.

On the other hand, at this moment, Ying Feng has been surrounded by the monks who follow him, and the monks who follow him are quite righteous, especially the monks who look like two generals, when they are still mortals, they follow Ying Feng, the emperor of the world, and there is no need to have any doubts about their loyalty.

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"Thank you, Brother Thorn!"

Zhan Crazy took the spear and thanked the broken thorn.

Broken Thorn's face was calm, and he said in a deep voice: "Crazy brother, you are at the gate of the main hall, help me intercept the favor of the immortal old immortal, and I will return it!"

Zhan Crazy nodded.

The two of them looked at the place where the Wind Clan youth blew himself up, and sighed slightly in their hearts.

The white-haired fisherman died when he died, and it was nothing, but the heroic act of the Feng Clan youth's self-explosion still couldn't help but make the two of them feel a little nostalgic, at this moment, in Zhan Madness's heart, the hatred for the Feng Clan has disappeared a lot.

In the face of racial disputes, it is never clear what is right and wrong!(To be continued......

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