Xianlu Spring and Autumn

"It's careless!"

In the center of the sky filled with light, Ye Bai's complexion was unusually dignified. Although his eyes were still stern, there was already a bad feeling in his heart. His eyes trembled, and sweat dripped down his forehead layer by layer.

Ye Bai clearly knew that he underestimated the Wind Clan, underestimated the background of the Wind Clan, underestimated the unity of the Wind Clan, underestimated the genius of the Wind Clan, and underestimated the hatred of the Wind Clan towards the cultivators who wandered through the Nine Dead Star Sea.Fortunately, among these monks, none of them possessed immortal treasures, otherwise Ye Bai's situation would be even worse.

boom boom-

Ye Bai crazily mobilized the power of his soul, bombarding the attacking magic weapon, still using the third style of mad thunder of the war fairy.

But in this way, the blue wind could not be unleashed, and the death mist of Fengcheng Han once again pounced on Ye Bai's body, and Ye Bai's physical body began to wilt again at a rapid speed, losing vitality.

His crisis is far more than that!

A yellow sandstorm that looked like a magic weapon, but also like an illusion, wrapped his legs tightly, making him unable to dodge.

There was a melodious sound of the zither in the distance. The sound of the zither was harmless to the other Wind Clan, but it was very pleasant, but after it fell into Ye Bai's ears, it turned into a bunch of invisible awls, piercing Ye Bai. Yuanshen.

The effect of this treasure is the same as that of Thunder Drum Rising to the Sky, but its power is much weaker, about the same as that of Zijin Bell. Although Ye Bai has a strong spirit now, he grins his teeth in pain.

As for the other attacks, although they each have their own mysteries, but relying on the violent power of the violent thunder, Ye Bai can still hold on to some extent.

The booming sound, the explosions are endless!

broken!

broken!

broken!

Each piece of magic weapon that flew close was smashed into powder by the thousands of thunderbolts released by the Zhanxian Halberd. Every time a piece was broken, there was a Wind Clan.The pain caused his body to tremble, but the Wind Clan has a profound background, and the wealth of these guys is not comparable to that of ordinary wandering monks. After one magic weapon was broken, they immediately took out another one.

A hero can't stand a crowd.All the Wind Clan wants to consume Ye Bai's primordial spirit and mana, and grind him to death!

Ye Baiqing's robe was shattered, and his body was covered in blood. The Wall of Sinking and the Barrier of Artistic Conception Space had been re-opened countless times. His face gradually became ferocious, and he let out a low growl.There was a cold light in his eyes, and there was a supreme aura in his firmness, his aura had already reached its peak.

The Zhanxian Halberd danced wildly, swiftly and wildly, opening and closing.A scene of heroism, incomparably similar to that of Feng Wushen back then!

But his appearance showed a shriveled appearance.The majestic and full body has become a vigorous appearance.Muscles are still shrinking.If it weren't for the half-human half-dragon body, the body's essence and blood were far stronger than ordinary human monks of the same realm, and it wouldn't last long at all.

even so.The death mist released by Feng Chenghan is undoubtedly his biggest trouble at present, because the magic weapon of the Feng Clan is obviously impossible to be truly endless, but with Feng Chenghan's powerful primordial mana, this wheel-running supernatural power, It should be released for a long time.

How to do?

How to do?

"Could it be——you want to hide in the purple bead again?"

Ye Bai's complexion was ugly. This was something he tried his best not to do. Every time he hid in the purple bead, he felt his own weakness, helplessness and loss. Jie's joy was not that strong.

As for the Feng Clan, it seemed that Ye Bai's mind was shaken, and there were cold smiles on many faces. In this smile, there was disdain, ridicule, and deep-rooted hatred.

Only a few people, Feng Chenghao, Feng Chenghan, Feng Wuju, etc. looked at Ye Bai, and gradually became a little complicated. For some reason, Ye Bai's current appearance reminded them of a clansman, one of whom had died for 1000 years. Clan for many years.

"Boy, if you are willing to tell me what the ruler sent you in for, maybe this old man can spare your life!"

Feng Chenghan said in a calm voice, his eyes were clear, and his demeanor was radiant. Coupled with this old man's strong appearance, although he was old, he did have a bit of sincerity.

If it is possible, the Wind Clan definitely hopes to capture Ye Bai's primordial spirit directly and start searching for the soul, but everyone can see that even if a guy with a strong temper like the Human Race on the opposite side is going to die, he will definitely die. The former self-detonating primordial spirit will never be obtained by anyone.But with the means of everyone, it is almost impossible to catch his soul before he explodes.

Therefore, Feng Chenghan also launched a verbal attack to persuade Ye Bai. As for the truth and falsehood in the words, no one can tell. Maybe Feng Chenghan has a bit of compassion, but what do other people think? , no one knows.

"That's right, boy, as long as you tell me about your mission, the old man can make the decision and spare your life!"

Feng Wuju looks like a rough man, but at this moment, he is not stupid at all, his calm voice is in line with his promise

When Ye Bai heard this, the corners of Yixue's mouth twitched, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said with a slight smile, "If I said that I came here only to find one material, and didn't have any mission from the master, would you believe me?"

When the Wind Clan heard the words, a gleam flashed in their eyes.

"Boy, don't be ignorant of compliments. Could it be that you are the master's disciple? No other human race came in, but you came in? Although our Wind Clan is not as cunning as your human race, we are not so easy to fool!"

Feng Chenghao said in a cold voice, his face was a bit ugly, because the Jinba magic weapon he released had been spread by the cracks of the violent thunder, if it wasn't for the attacks of other Feng Clan monks, which distracted Ye Bai from dealing with it, it might have been shattered Lost!

A group of Feng Clan, with sharper eyes, released their aura, enveloped Ye Bai, and exerted silent and invisible pressure on him.

That's it!

Ye Bai chuckled.

"Crush it for me!"

Ye Bai suddenly roared, turned his head to the sky, and towards the golden cymbal above his head, he shook the Battle Immortal Halberd, and another piece of silver thunder blasted out.

Rumbling--

After a series of muffled sounds, the golden cymbal exploded into pieces with a bang, and the shattered golden lights shot in all directions.The pressure that was as heavy as a mountain disappeared immediately.

And Feng Chenghao seemed to have expected this moment long ago, without any shock, his body trembled violently, the aura of the Dao Heart Wheel revived on his body, and once again released a confusion of heaven and earth to attack Ye Bai.

……

the other side.After Ye Bai shattered the golden cymbal, he didn't have time to catch his breath. He immediately turned to the direction of the silver thunder, and with a wave of his hand, he released a fan-shaped thunder, blasting towards the attack that was attacking him.

this time.It was replaced by Ye Bai, who was a few moments slower, and scored consecutively. The wall of sinking and the barrier of artistic conception space were shattered again, his body trembled violently a few times, and blood sprayed out again!

A feeling of exhaustion welled up in Ye Bai's heart.

But Ye Bai.Apparently it can't fall down yet!

Roar!

Ye Bai let out a low growl, endured the severe pain coming from every part of his body, and strengthened his spirits. He turned his eyes to look at a mid-king-level Wind Clan elder thousands of feet away, and a cold light burst out in his eyes.

Jin Ba suppressed his movement.Although it was destroyed, the yellow sand that bound his legs was still entangled, making it impossible for him to escape.And release this supernatural power, or the magic weapon.It was this middle-stage Wind Clan elder.

"Old ghost, die!"

Ye Bai's eyes were full of determination, and he just uttered the first word with a fierce wave of his arms!

The second clear sky and three thunder strikes!

boom!

The sound of thunder.Resounding in the sea of ​​consciousness of the old man, the old body trembled violently, after the pain appeared on the face, after a breath, like Feng Wanxian, the primordial spirit shattered, and the body also collapsed into nothingness.

"Dao Yi!"

Among the Feng Clan monks, some people cried out in grief, if they were not close people, they were close friends.

The voice can be regarded as sad and moving, but the position has been decided, even Ye Bai can't be soft-hearted, dare not be soft-hearted!

When the old man died, the flow of the yellow wind sand that bound Ye Bai slowed down immediately, turning into a handful of golden sand-like treasures, which fell silently to the ground.

Once the bondage was gone, Ye Bai finally regained his freedom. First, he collected the yellow sand, and then walked into the distance again with void steps!

Ye Bai once again paid the price of [-]% of his soul power, and was finally free again. Even with the use of other magical means, Ye Bai's soul power has dropped by nearly [-]%, even so, it is still strong enough to last for a while.

But Ye Bai's mana was a little bit low, no matter what he said, he was a kid who had just advanced to the middle stage of Lichen, so how could he stand up to so many opponents and such a long-lasting battle.

After flying out, Ye Bai's eyes flashed sharply, thinking about countermeasures.

"Follow him!"

Feng Chenghao shouted angrily.

Quite a few of the Wind Clan were terrified by the strange death of the old man of the Wind Clan just now. Seeing Ye Bai running away, they didn't dare to chase after him immediately.

Before Feng Chenghao finished speaking, Feng Chenghan and Feng Wudao had already chased after him. After finishing speaking, Feng Chuucuu also chased after him, but the other monks were still a bit dawdling, their eyes dodged. One hit is really terrifying.

"What are you dawdling about? As a cultivator of Dao Heart Wheel, I am not afraid of death, you guys, what are you afraid of? Have you forgotten the teachings of Feng Zu? Have you forgotten whose hands you died in? "

Feng Chenghao's face was full of grief and indignation, with a look of indisputable anger.

The eyes of all the Wind Clan were heavy when he scolded them, and finally their ferocity and hatred towards the Human Race were aroused again, and they chased them out like a gust of wind.

Above the snow field, there is a mess.

……

Ye Bai and all the cultivators of the Wind Clan started a chase.

On the side of the Feng Clan, the fastest ones are naturally the Feng Chenghao brothers, the four late king-level existences of Feng Wuji and Feng Cuicui.Although they were still a bit slower than Ye Bai, the four old guys were not too worried about being completely thrown off by Ye Bai.

The four are treacherous and cunning, they know very well in their hearts that Ye Bai's magic power will bottom out sooner or later, and at that time, he will definitely be overtaken by the four of them.

Therefore, the four of them followed closely behind Ye Bai. As for the other Wind Clan monks, they were all in the mid-king stage, and they were left behind by the four of them.

Ye Bai's spirit sensed the scene behind him, so he naturally understood the other party's plan, his eyes flickered for a moment, and finally made up his mind, he grabbed at the void and took out a black stone full of holes on the surface.

Whoosh!

Ye Bai raised his hand and threw it in the direction of Feng Chenghao and the others who were chasing him. (to be continued~^~)