We are cannon fodder, and we are leading the way in cultivating immortals.

Chapter 277 Despair
The two air currents collided with each other, creating gusts of wind that blew all the defenseless Feixing Pavilion disciples into the sea.

Although Jiufang Zhanguang was protected by the Hongmeng Ding, he was still affected. It was like being in a sea of ​​fire, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

At this moment, his gaze towards Wen Xiangyi became more and more excited.

There are more and more surprises.

How dare you confront a Venerable in the Spirit Transformation Stage head-on?

But when he thought that the reason Wen Xiangyi went crazy was Jiang Shaobai's death, his eyes turned a little colder.

The relationship between the three of them is so good that it really makes him feel a little unhappy.

In this case, Ling Lan must also die, and he must not even have a burial place!

Thinking about it, he said coldly: "Old Yang, if you lose this battle, you don't have to return to Feixing Pavilion in the future."

If a cultivator at the Spirit Transformation stage was defeated by three juniors who haven't even reached the Nascent Soul stage, when the news gets out, people will laugh at them and it will also be a disgrace to their Feixing Pavilion!

After saying that, he looked at Wen Xiangyi, who was covered in blood, and added: "Don't hurt Xiangyi, just kill the other person!"

When Old Yang heard this, a hint of sternness flashed across his eyes.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that if this girl wasn't eliminated, she would become a serious threat in the future. But Jiufang Zhuoguang insisted on sparing her life. I don't know if he was blinded by greed or by beauty!
If Jiufang Zhuoguang had not been so lucky in his luck and had not had all kinds of magical weapons at his disposal, a man as arrogant as him would have died countless times!
Thinking of this, Old Yang vented all his resentment on Wen Xiangyi and Ling Lan.

He chanted something, mobilized the spiritual power in his body and slapped it with his palm! A ball of light as dazzling as the sun flew out, and immediately shattered the black and golden phoenix!
The powerful impact caused huge waves on the sea, and countless sirens and sea beasts were crushed into meat paste. The smell of blood and starfish mixed together was disgusting.

Even those sea-shaking devil fish that had gone mad to the extreme were shocked. Some of them dived into the seabed in fear, while the rest let out heart-wrenching screams that pierced the ears like devilish sounds!
Wen Xiangyi and Ling Lan both spat out blood and were blown away.

Old Yang took advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy, and at the critical moment, Ling Lan stood in front of Wen Xiangyi!

Wen Xiangyi clearly heard the sound of bones breaking. She wanted to help, but was blown away again. She could only watch as General Yang threw Ling Lan into the herd of sea beasts like a rag doll.

Ling Lan!

In an instant, her vision turned scarlet, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she let out a silent cry like an aphasic patient.

At this moment, a black shadow flew towards this side.

It seems to be nine-sided burning light.

Wen Xiangyi opened his eyes wide, his lips were bitten and bleeding, he wanted to grasp the Changsheng Sword that was knocked away, but he couldn't move.

The sound of wind whistling in her ears and a suffocating feeling of despair enveloped her entire body. At this moment, she felt like she was going to die.

Is it really going to reopen?

But I am so unwilling!

Brother Lan...

noob……

Jiufang Zhuoguang's figure was getting closer and closer, and Wen Xiangyi's consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.

By the time the other person caught her, her vision was already covered in scarlet and she could not see anything.

An angry low laugh came from above her head. Someone leaned close to her ear and said cruel words in a calm tone: "They are all dead. No body is left. Now you are the only one left."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and slid down his cheeks along with the burning blood.

I'm going to kill you...

Wen Xiangyi wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be frozen, and she couldn't utter a single word. She could only whimper weakly. She hated it so much!
I hate myself for being so weak!

"Ah……"

She was crying and Jiufang Zhuoguang was laughing.

Looking at the girl who once spoke ill of him, now lying in his arms like a glass doll that would break at any time, Jiufang Zhuoguang could not help but say cruel words, and an unprecedented pleasure suddenly arose in his heart.

However, the pleasure was fleeting, replaced by a feeling of inexplicable anger, resentment and irritability.

She actually still cries?

Jiufang Zhuoguang seemed to have seen a huge joke.

"You're still crying?" A sneer appeared on his lips?
However, the girl in his arms just whimpered slightly, and then quietly shed tears like a puppet without a soul.

Blood-red tears dripped down her bloody chin, and one drop fell on the back of Jiufang's burning hand. He stared at the tiny teardrop and felt as if the back of his hand was being roasted on fire, it was very hot.

The irritability in his heart suddenly deepened, his face was gloomy, and his eyebrows were full of anger.

"Why are you crying!"

"What's there to cry about those two people?"

No one responded to him.

Jiufang Zhuoguang looked at Wen Xiangyi's eyes which had almost lost focus, and felt as if there was a fire in his heart that he couldn't vent.

He resisted the urge to throw the person in his arms away, took out a few pills and stuffed them into her mouth angrily: "You must not die!"

Seeing this, Elder Yang frowned and said, "Young Master, let's leave here as soon as possible."

Jiufang Zhuoguang looked at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was as sharp as a sharp knife, and after a moment of silence, he said coldly: "I'll settle the score with you when I get back."

Old Yang's expression was calm. He did not respond, but lowered his eyes to hide the dark color in them.

Jiufang Zhuoguang released a spirit boat and was about to leave. However, before he could step on it, the spirit boat was smashed into pieces by a powerful force.

"who!"

Mr. Yang became alert instantly.

What answered him was a dragon roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

A giant silver-white dragon broke out of the water, its huge figure almost blocked half of the sky. The moment it opened its mouth, countless ice spikes fell towards the two of them like a storm!
Elder Yang cast a barrier to block the ice spikes, with a look of astonishment on his face: "How could there be dragons in this Wuwang Sea!"

However, before he could think, the silver-white dragon had already swept over with its tail. At the same time, the surging waves instantly condensed into an ice wall, trapping the two men in a cramped space.

Old Yang's eyes turned cold, and his figure flashed out like a ghost. A dazzling golden light gushed out from his fingertips, instantly smashing the ice walls into pieces.

Seeing the silver dragon rushing towards the nine directions with scorching light, Old Yang sacrificed a few pitch-black swords and was about to jump onto the neck of the silver dragon, but suddenly a thick dark cloud gathered in the sky, followed by purple lightning pouring down, the whole sea shook, and an invisible pressure in the sky came like an overwhelming tide!

Old Yang tried to use his skills to resist the pressure, but before he could last a breath, he was thrown into the sea!

Although Jiufang Zhuoguang released the Hongmeng Ding to protect himself in time, the light shield was shattered by the falling lightning.

The moment the light shield turned into pieces and dissipated, blood flowed from his seven orifices. He loosened his hands subconsciously, and the girl in his arms fell into the sea like a kite with a broken string, disappearing in the layers of waves.

"appropriate!"

Jiufang Zhuoguang subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but his vision suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness the next moment.