"you are… "
In a daze, Wu Yan thought that he had once again seen that terrifying woman in ancient times—the female spiritist who purified and contracted Ming Yu!
The same white clothes as snow, the same arrogance and awe-inspiring!
If Mingyu's appearance brought it disaster, then the appearance of that woman undoubtedly brought it despair!
But Wuyan quickly came back to his senses—
Because Feng Wuxie glanced sideways at Wu Yan.
It was this look that made Wu Yanyan understand...
wrong!
Although the woman it knows is powerful, her eyes are always unwavering, and there is even a hint of gentleness, and that gentleness is the sharp edge of her disguise!
But now this woman is different. She is not gentle. On the contrary, she has the look of an evil wolf and an undisguised murderous look. When she stares at it, it seems to be her prey!
Wu Yan was frightened by Feng Wuxie's gaze, and was very angry:
"No, you are not her! Little human beings, dare to stare at me like this?? You have a face exactly like her, but your strength is far inferior to her!!"
Feng Wuxie retracted his gaze and let out a cold "hum", ignoring Wu Yan's side, only focusing on dealing with the filthy heirs that were constantly emerging under Bing Yuan!
The white clothes moved slightly, the sword intent rose to the sky, and the fire and phoenix cried!
When the sword light passed, all those filthy monsters turned into flying ashes!
Wu Yan stared at this tiny human in disbelief!
The human body is born small and pitiful. Compared with the ancient fierce beasts, it is like a humble ant trying to climb the high mountains in the clouds! But the sword in the hand of this "ant" actually killed so much power!
Wu Yan was so angry that he wanted to kill Feng Wu Xie directly! but-
Emperor Qianxie, Xiao Zi, and Crow Kill, the three forces combined to fight Wuyan to death, it has no more power to deal with Feng Wuxie!
"Master, it's time for me to appear! Otherwise, the limelight will be robbed by Brother Birdman!!"
Xuelong Lin Xiaobai also transformed into his huge dragon body at this time. At the moment Feng Wuxie cut off his tentacles, seizing the opportunity, the ice-blue soul mist lingered in the entire ice abyss, transforming the power of purification For a series of ice blades, like a torrential rain, they defeated the heirs summoned by the dark nightmare!
But it's not enough!
The power of filth is as ubiquitous as the power of death!
Even if it is defeated, there will be a new batch of comeback soon!
Feng Wuxie couldn't help but frowned: "This is the most disgusting battlefield I have ever played!"
at this time-
The figure flickered.
Within Bingyuan, a dozen figures stood side by side in an instant!
All the spiritists who voluntarily left behind stepped forward, none of them flinched!
"It's dangerous here. You don't need to come." Feng Wuxie's tone was indifferent, but there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
"I have fought nearly a thousand times since I joined the army, and I have never let my comrades face it alone!"
The female warrior wearing profound armor and holding a long sword
God answered calmly, as if saying a vow that has never been let down!
"Junior sister, you are all on it, how can I watch as a senior brother!" Mu Yuanting was fearless, righteous and awe-inspiring!
It's not just Muyuanting and Anlingxi.
There are also those spiritists whose names Feng Wuxie can't be called for a while!
"Feng Wuxie, the reason we chose to stay is for this moment!"
"Okay." Feng Wuxie chuckles: "Then, in this battle, let us—fight together!"
Several silhouettes flew into the lower layer of Bingyuan!
even-
In the end, even the two brothers and sisters Xiao Qing and Xiao Bai joined the battle group!
Of course, the two of them just want to protect themselves!
In this way, An Lingxi and Feng Wuxie joined forces to rush to the forefront! Others followed suit!
Between fighting, soul power overlaps!
With the passage of time, every spiritist has already exerted his spirit power to the extreme!
The filthy heirs sprang out endlessly. Seeing this, An Lingxi took a deep breath, entangled the thunder soul power in the sword, and swung a sword down!
Another wave of destruction!
However, after this blow, only one sound of metal fracture was heard!
An Lingxi's sword... Broken!
Feng Wuxie also noticed. She subconsciously stood in front of An Lingxi and resisted all the crises for her, saying: "Without a sword, it is difficult to fight again. You first quit the battle circle, here is me!"
An Lingxi frowned helplessly and looked in the direction where Feng Wuxie was—
Before, Feng Wuxie and An Lingxi worked together to open the way, but after her sword broke, Feng Wuxie's pressure also followed!
The filthy children have no pain, let alone fear!
Even if they were mercilessly slaughtered by a group of spiritists, the tide still surged!
Feng Wuxie held Yanyu in one hand, and a long whip formed by the fire in the other hand!
The powerful spirit arts supported by the Nine Lights Star Wheel alternated between her sword and her whip, almost clearing the group of monsters in pieces!
But in the tens of thousands of years, Wuyan has produced almost innumerable offspring!
Often she just emptied an area, and it was filled in the blink of an eye!
However, Feng Wuxie was not moved at all!
She has only one thought—this group of monsters must never let go of one!
Seeing Feng Wuxie stand alone in the crisis, An Lingxi felt very uncomfortable.
… How can one put a friend on the battlefield while she shrinks? Can't!
An Lingxi's sword is just an ordinary saber sent by the Haotian Academy. To this day, it has long been unable to carry and exert her own soul power!
A powerful spiritist should be equipped with a weapon equivalent to his strength, but An Lingxi, in these years, has not found such a sword...
She has good talents, but she has no luck like her friend Feng Wuxie.
The Wanjun epee of the past has been chopped off by Feng Wuxie in the arena between Moruo City and Feng Wuxie, and now this academy's saber can no longer be used!
If you could have such a weapon of your own, that would be great...
she was
It must be regarded as life, as a treasure, as an arm! Use it for Jane! Never leave!
This desire has never been as strong as it is now!
An Lingxi has entered a state of ethereal detachment uncontrollably!
In this state, the strange feeling that had never been cut off before suddenly became stronger!
It is-the resonance of the spirit!
In the darkness, there seemed to be a voice guiding An Lingxi, looking towards Wu Yan—
Right there!
There is a sword weapon in the body of this monster! It resonates with her!
An Lingxi closed her eyes and felt the miraculous resonance with the spirit of the instrument with her heart!
That sword is very consistent with her spirit power, and it seems to have heard An Lingxi's inner desire!
"Is it you who keep calling me?"
The goddess of war murmured.
She raised her hand and shook it forward.
"Come on then!" An Lingxi shouted boldly: "Come and kill the enemy together with me!"
When the voice fell, a sword sound sounded like a response!
"How to go back..." Wuyan, who was fighting against the Crow Killer, was shocked to see a change in his body!
It instantly thought of the three sharp blades that nailed it into its body ten thousand years ago and inflicted itself heavily!
Damn it!
Over the past ten thousand years, it has fought the power of the three-handed sword day and night, hasn't it been suppressed by them!
how come…
However, at this time it is too late to react!
On Wu Yan's body, a dazzling purple soul light rose up, like the purple clouds blooming in the sky!
"Ahhh-" Hearing Wu Yan's horrible howl!
From its body, a huge crack was blasted!
Then a purple shadow burst out from it!
"It's Sacrificial Sword!"
Sensing the power of his companion, Yanyu exclaimed excitedly!
"Jie Kong?" Feng Wuxie also felt the vigorous power of the ancient swords, and couldn't help looking sideways—
It was an epee with a full body wrapped around Zi Yaoguanghua, and it was one of the three swords used to seal the black nightmare!
Jikongjian has been unstoppable since Wu Yanyan was pulled out of his body, as if he recognized the master, it rushed straight towards Anlingxi!
It landed impartially on her imaginary palm!
What kind of feeling is that!
An Lingxi only felt as if she was holding a piece of heaven and earth!
The resonance between her and Jikong reached its peak in an instant, and a powerful force of Peimoyu erupted centered on her!
An Lingxi held Jikong and crossed a mysterious arc!
The spatial spirit power rushed out, and the spirit arts that had to be used with all their strength were released as a matter of course!
"Flicker in the air!!!"
A clear drink, a cut mark!
With the entrance as the boundary, the inside and outside of Bingyuan seem to be divided into two worlds!
"No no no no!!!!!"
Wu Yan screamed in fright and anger!
Because its tentacles used to hold oneself—
broken! !
(End of this chapter)