Boom boom boom boom!

On the battlefield, sounds burst out one after another, and the thirty-six generations of the Holy Fire Sect fought with the Netherworld envoys in full swing and were in full swing.

These old monsters who have been bored for at least a hundred years can easily move their muscles and bones again. They are really like a group of children, playing lively and having fun.

At this time, in a remote corner, with a loud noise, Ouyang Feiying, the 37th generation leader, was blown away half of his head by the other party, but he also passed a palm full of flames through the other party.

The chest was burning.

If this were normal, it would definitely be the result of death. Unfortunately, Ouyang Feiying is dead now, so there is no need to die again.

Karara!

The dust on the ground slowly floated up and slowly flew to Ouyang Feiying's head, and quickly filled half of his lost face. The Netherworld messenger on the opposite side was stunned and gritted his teeth, his eyes full of

Sorrow and anger and unwillingness.

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

A look at the other party with a wicked smile, Ouyang Feiying said proudly: "I died a hundred years ago, and now this body is made of terrible things. I will use the same way as you, and you will also be with me."

I chose to die together. But I can afford it, can you afford it? My head is broken, and I will repair it with a handful of soil. Your heart is broken, so what can I use to repair it?"

Hmm ...

Without saying anything, the other party just stared at him resentfully, spitting blood foam in his mouth.

"idiot!"

He curled his lips disdainfully, and finally Ouyang Feiying's arm shook, and the other party's whole body exploded and turned into a fireball.

Two other Nether Envoys not far away were shocked to see this, and rushed over and shouted: "These old monsters are all flesh condensed by the earth-level element, and use the earth-level gold element and wood element to deal with them.

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"Tenth grade top wood-type magic, poisonous thorn rain."

"The top eleventh grade gold magic, purple gold demon evil spirit!"

Swish swish swish swish...

As he said that, the two of them had already used their unique skills in their lives.

In an instant, countless thorns rushed out of the earth and meandered towards Ouyang Feiying; a cluster of purple poisonous fog suddenly appeared in the entire air, covering Ouyang Feiying's whole body.

Ouyang Feiying sneered and shook his head, and a deep contempt flashed in his eyes: "Two guys, don't underestimate the strength of my former leader of the Holy Fire Sect. Although my body is condensed from the earth-level soil,

I'm using fire, and you all use wood and gold, and they all hit my hands, hum."

"The twelve-grade primary magic, fire clouds are everywhere!"

boom!

With a loud bang, the terrifying flame immediately spread around like a sea tide, centered on Ouyang Feiying, and instantly submerged everything in it.

The poisonous fog and thorns of the two were also destroyed in an instant. Including themselves, their bodies were trembling by the surging fire, their whole bodies were burning, and their spiritual power was being consumed in large quantities, maintaining the protective spiritual energy to avoid being burned by the flames.

Devour.

But before they could evacuate the area quickly, a Hokage suddenly flashed by and waved his hands: "Fire Series Gun!"

Whoosh swish swish swish...

A series of hot flame spears shot the two of them into sieves in an instant.

When everything subsided, Ouyang Feiying stood behind the two of them with a proud look on his face. The two of them had a severe convulsion and fell to the ground with powerlessness, and their bodies were completely turned into charcoal.

Looking at this scene and looking at the rest of the world, the heroic figures of the former leaders, the Poison King and other Dharma Kings of the Protective Sects were all proud.

This is the fighting spirit of the previous leaders. It is simply so powerful. It is worthy of being the ancestors of our Holy Fire Sect.

The other martial arts fellow practitioners were also shocked by the strength of these Holy Fire Sect’s First Leaders.

He is worthy of being the ancestors of the world's number one sect, and he is really awesome.

However, as soon as everyone's hope rose, a dull sound was heard constantly. The bodies of the former leaders actually burst into pieces and turned into ashes. Only a phantom floated in the air.

.

"Hey, what's going on? Where is my body?"

Ouyang Feiying was about to fight, and suddenly felt weak and had no source of strength. He couldn't help but say suspiciously: "No, is there something wrong with Miss Sanba? Or is it that he provided us with too much energy and could not hold on?

”

Thinking of this, Ouyang Feiying looked into the air, but saw that Yang Feng's body was falling, as if he was injured, and he couldn't help but become more suspicious.

How is it possible? He actually lost?

"Saint Ancestor, what should we do? Will we still fight?"

Tickling his head, Ouyang Feiying asked the Holy Ancestor who also turned into a phantom not far away. The other leaders also looked at him all together, with inquisitive eyes.

The Holy Ancestor took a sip of the Chinese cigarette that had been transformed, and curled his lips impatiently, "Is it a big fuck? Do you want to exhaust your soul power, just like that boy in Soul Tianfang? But he is

I'm going to accompany my son. What are you so unwilling to do? You're going to break yourself up here? Removing, and you're done with work!"

With a command, the thirty-six phantoms turned into fire again and flew into Yang Feng's body, disappearing.

Yang Feng's body smashed to the ground, like a meteor, smashing a huge pit into a big hole.

Seeing this, everyone in the Nether Palace suddenly lit up and laughed: "That monster from the Holy Fire Sect was defeated, his magic failed, and all the old monsters he summoned disappeared. Look at these ants

Is there any way to escape from our palms, hehehehe!"

"What should I do, Master Yang..."

The martial arts people frowned and their faces became heavier, including Mo Gaofeng's three masters.

Although the ancestors of the Holy Fire Sect just appeared and killed many masters from the Nether Palace, now with the remaining strength of the opponent, I am still no match for others.

Without the help of a peerless master like Yang Feng, they would not be able to do anything to any of this group of demons.

Deep anxiety and fear spread in everyone's hearts again.

At this moment, the only wish in the hearts of the martial arts people present was that Yang Feng could stand up again and protect them from the clutches of the Netherworld Palace.

A black shadow flashed in the clouds, and came to Qiu Xiaotian with surprise, bowed and said, "Congratulations to the Lord, you have finally solved this great enemy in your life. Now these righteous martial arts are our turtles in the jar, hehehe

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"withdraw!"

Without too much nonsense, Qiu Xiaotian said firmly.

The man was stunned and confused, so he said: "Master, what are you saying? Retreat? Why? We obviously..."

"withdraw!"

With a loud roar, Qiu Xiaotian almost roared.

The current situation seems to be beneficial to the Nether Palace, but only Qiu Xiaotian himself knew that this was planned by Yang Feng. If they retreated, the following people would be grateful to Yang Feng and loyal to him, which would follow Yang Feng's wishes.

Instead, he became his assistant and was used by him. This is what made Qiu Xiaotian the most unpleasant and the most shameful thing.

But he knew even more that if they persisted and fought with Yang Feng to death, none of them would survive.

So, in the middle of suffering losses and saving face, they still want to save face. In the end, they lost all their capital, Qiu Xiaotian chose the former.

Although he lost both options, at least the former did not lose too much.
Chapter completed!