The white light rises, brightening people's eyes.
Corpse Explosion!
One can imagine the power of a giant ghost servant's explosion.
Not to mention, the explosion of the five ghost servants combined was truly shocking!
Panting for breath, Hanyue put down the jade flute, and wiped away the remaining blood from the corner of her mouth. Using such abilities would be a great drain on herself.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the dust flying all over the sky, the corpse smell filled the air, making it hard for people to see the situation inside clearly.
"Ye Zifeng, what a pity..."
There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth: "At first I wanted to refine you into my senior ghost servant, but now, I'm afraid I can't find your whole body anymore, I have to say, it's a pity matter."
…
"this… "
At the same time, everyone suddenly encountered this change, swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva, as if their throats were dry, and their faces were full of expressions of shock.
"Ye Zifeng is like this, dead?"
Their faces became increasingly ugly, Ye Zifeng was no different than Li Yunsheng, it would not be a big deal to lose one Li Yunsheng, but if there was no Ye Zifeng, how would we fight the next battle
"Who said Brother Zifeng is dead?"
Ye Xueyi's beautiful eyes widened even more, and her heart trembled.
"No, it's impossible!"
Her head exploded with a "buzz", she shook her head fiercely, her pretty face was pale, her pretty face seemed to have haggarded a lot, she rushed to where Ye Zifeng was just now, and also It is the center of the explosion.
"Brother Zifeng can't just die like this!"
"Xueyi, don't be impulsive..."
Ye Xueyi looked back, and gave her a cold glance: "I've already said it, you are not allowed to call me that."
Liu Ningzi pulled, but failed to hold her back, licked her lips, with complicated expressions in her eyes, she had to stand in place like everyone else, watching her back from a distance.
Seeing Ye Xueyi rushing in alone, Hanyue was slightly surprised in her bright eyes.
"This little girl is not afraid of death. If that's the case, I'll show kindness and leave you as a dead body."
She sneered, held up the jade flute in her hand, and suddenly made a slight trill.
The two ghost servants who were closer heard the sound, their movements froze, and after a moment, their eyes lit up red, and they rushed towards Ye Xueyi fiercely.
"Don't block me."
Ye Xueyi's pretty face was full of sullen anger, and the Wind King Martial Soul that she summoned formed two sharp air blades, which swirled towards the two ghost servants.
It was a little better than when Zhao Shucheng returned without success with one blow. These two sharp air blades hit the ghost servant's chest, stirring up a layer of blood.
However, it was just a layer of blood flowers.
Her Wind King Martial Soul, after all, has just been obtained not long ago, no matter how high the potential is, at this stage, it has not yet reached the level of an intermediate warrior.
A trace of disdain appeared on Han Yue's face, and she persuaded, "Ye Zifeng's younger sister, right? Little girl, don't struggle, no matter who is among you today, you have to save your life, no one is an exception."
"Not necessarily."
Ye Xueyi frowned, bit her thin lips, and pulled out a wind blade from the space jade pendant in an instant.
In the calm air, a shrill whistle suddenly sounded.
The two ghost servants were still grinning grinningly, and before there were too many other reactions, Ye Xueyi's eyes flashed brightly, and the wind blade in her hand flashed afterimages in front of them.
The air flow is full, and the sword strikes.
"Whoosh, whoosh!" The wind whistled in his ears.
The two giant ghost servants couldn't even see the direction of the wind blade, let alone try to block it.
Their throats, from the bloodstains at the beginning, gradually expanded into several blood holes, and they were even expanding.
With a "bang", their throats were completely pierced by Ye Xueyi's wind blade, and they exploded in the air!
The next moment, their bodies stiffened like stone slabs, and they fell straight to the ground.
"What… "
Hanyue's heart trembled, how could she know that this little girl in front of her, who was slightly less powerful, had obtained a complete set of the peak spirit-level blast suit from the Wuji Medicine Pavilion.
"Where is the wind suit... Alas, it would be great if I won the first place in the last pet hunting conference." Zhao Shucheng sighed with a little envy.
What Ye Xueyi lacks in strength can completely make up for with the unique advantages of the suit.
"This girl is somewhat similar to your brother, so it's not that easy to deal with."
Hanyue came back to her senses a little bit, nodded with a sneer and said.
"Forget it, I will fulfill you, how Ye Zifeng died, I will let you die now!"
So, she picked up the jade flute and held it between her lips, and the extremely passionate sound of the flute sounded again.
Seeing the way she picked up the jade flute, Zicang knew that everyone's fate had been decided.
After all, this group of corpse frenzy, inspired by Hanyue's phantom flute sound, is unparalleled in power.
And corpse explosion is her unique trump card.
In his opinion, the rest of the people have nothing to show for it.
Even if Ye Xueyi has a strong wind suit, she can hold on for a while at most, and sooner or later she will be swallowed up by this sea of corpses.
There was a calm smile on Zi Cang's face, and he sighed deeply: "Since Ye Zifeng is dead, your defeat is doomed, everyone, please take care of yourself."
He was just about to leave when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Who said I'm dead?"
Zi Cang's footsteps faltered, and the blood in his body coagulated.
In addition, upon hearing the sound, Han Yue froze on the spot holding the jade flute.
Both of them set their sights on the center of the corpse explosion just now.
"Zi...Brother Zifeng." Ye Xueyi slowly raised her head, her bright eyes flickered, her pretty face turned into a smile.
The corpse aura dissipated, and Ye Zifeng's body was surrounded by giant bones.
Around him, he sank to a height of about half a person's height, and a large bunker was sunken.
But he stood on the high ground, although his face looked a little pale.
However, there was no doubt that Ye Zifeng was indeed still alive.
"Okay, Ghost, you should rest first."
Ye Zifeng smiled lightly, and saw the giant bones in front of him slowly turning into streaks of spiritual energy, following the blood lines of his arms, returning to his mind.
No matter what, the five consecutive corpse explosions were resisted by Ye Zifeng and the bone giant finger, and he forcibly endured it.
"you… "
Zi Cang's eyes, which were originally narrowed into a line, widened almost at the same time.
"Is it really okay to be in a daze in front of me?" Ye Zifeng sneered.
Afterwards, the ice splendor shone, and the brilliant brilliance of the Ice Emperor Sword emerged, drawing a long silver glow in the air.
The tip of the sword was facing Zi Cang's pupils, and it kept enlarging!
Zi Cang's face twitched slightly, and he came back to his senses, the bright silver rapier in his hand struck out from under his side, a sword hit the tip of the Ice Emperor Sword, deflecting it slightly.
However, in his haste, he shot rashly, but was still shocked by the huge force, and the tiger's mouth was instantly burst open by the shock, and blood flowed.
And the brilliant ice, along the blade of the bright silver rapier, continuously froze upwards, and suddenly froze Zi Cang's fingers, and all the way along his wrist, arms wrapped around it, forming a thick frost.
Hanyue hesitated for a while, then made a decision, and immediately held the jade flute, and played a strong sound very quickly.
The thick frost was shaken by the sound of the flute, and instantly shattered from Zi Cang's arm, fell to the ground, and fell into ice slag.
Zicang was rescued by Meng Hanyue, without saying a word, he hastily brought up his spiritual energy, and retreated a dozen steps in a row.
However, he was attacked by the frost energy of the Ice Emperor Sword, and his retreating speed became slightly slower.
"Still want to escape?"
Ye Zifeng smiled lightly, and wiped the magic crystal ring abruptly, and the Purple Lightning Flying Sword fell into his hand, facing Zicang's bright silver rapier.
If the Frost Qi of the Ice Emperor Sword is not counted, Ye Zifeng is still used to using the Zidian Flying Sword when slashing due to the speed bonus of the Zidian suit.
"Ding, ding, ding!" There were only a few sounds of clashing swords and swords.
Once Ye Zifeng made a move, he would show no mercy.
A series of seven swords, the sword and the sword go to the heart.
"this… "
Zi Cang always prides himself on being a genius, and hides his own strength in the Yangjian Pavilion. He always believes that among the students of the same level, no one can surpass him in terms of talent.
But now, he has changed his mind.
Fighting against Ye Zifeng, Zi Cang suddenly felt the infinite subtlety contained in the opponent's sword moves, and in his heart, there was an inexplicable sense of inferiority.
"Ye Zifeng, you..." Zi Cang raised his head in astonishment.
"I said it, is it really okay to be in a daze in front of me?"
Ye Zifeng saw a flaw in the opponent, and sneered slightly, the Zidian flying sword was really like lightning, and it struck out quickly.
Zicang was shocked, seeing that it was too late to dodge, he immediately stretched out his left hand to block.
"Shua!"
A spray of blood exploded in the air, shining silver.
A flying sword actually poked a big hole in Zi Cang's left hand.
Moreover, that's not counting, the Zidian flying sword still had momentum, and rushed all the way, piercing straight into his chest.
With a muffled groan, Zi Cang's face suddenly became extremely white, and he was in great pain.
He gritted his teeth tightly, his whole body erupted with a mighty, soaring aura, and with all his might, he ejected the Purple Lightning Flying Sword from his body, shaking Ye Zifeng away.
Ye Zifeng frowned, and took a few steps back, avoiding the attack of the soaring aura.
However, from just now until now, Ye Zifeng's hold on breath has been exhausted.
"Pfft..."
His throat was sweet and his chest was congested. At this moment, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood arrows. He hurriedly swung the Purple Lightning Flying Sword, and pressed the tip of the sword against the gravel ground, barely letting himself fall down. .
"You... you were seriously injured just now?" Zi Cang was slightly taken aback, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently.
Just a little bit, Ye Zifeng's attack just now, as long as he deflected a little more, he could pierce Zi Cang's heart and kill Zi Cang on the spot.
However, he still failed after all.
Ye Zifeng didn't answer, he suppressed the urge to vomit blood, his face was a bit ugly.
He turned around, gritted his teeth, and ran towards Ye Xueyi.
"Xueyi, follow me."
Zi Cang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, looked at where Han Yue was, and shouted loudly.
"Hurry up, hurry up! Ye Zifeng has been seriously injured! This is his last struggle!"
While speaking, he was overly excited, and suddenly felt dizzy, his eyes turned black, and then slowly fell to the ground, unable to move anymore...
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