Wei Hong did not want to release the other two flying yakshas. After all, the demonic energy above them has not been assimilated. Although Wei Hong was not afraid of the few people in front of him, if he really had several flying yakshas of the demon clan, then the old guys from Tianyi Sect might take action.

However, at this moment, Wei Hong and Wei Hong, who was like his clone, were both enough. Seeing Xu Lang attacking him again, the smile on the corner of Wei Hong's mouth flashed, so that Feng Yunhe felt that he had read it wrong. After all, in such a difficult situation, how could Wei Hong laugh?

"Haha, Wei Hong, you are really brave and want to keep all these guys here, but have you thought of an excuse?" When Seber, who was intimate with Wei Hong, burst into laughter and screamed excitedly, but a look of worry flashed in his heart.

"Hmph, they kill me, so why can't I kill him? If Yang Shenzong doesn't even want to protect me, then we'll leave at all. Moreover, I want to see what Hualong will do next?"

After hearing Seber's concerns, Wei Hong did not take them seriously. After being robbed and killed in Longwu Mountain, Wei Hong's mood could be said to have completely changed. Moreover, the improvement of his strength has made Wei Hong less concerned.

Although the Flying Demon Fork, which has a cultivation level in the Three-Head Martial Army, is much different from the strong foundation of the ten major sects, Wei Hong already has the power to protect himself. Therefore, Wei Hong dared to be so cautious, and he wanted to kill these so-called disciples of the Tianyi Sect, causing enough sensation.

Thinking of this, looking at Xu Lang and others attacked, a sneer flashed across the corner of Wei Hong's mouth. Seber commanded the Feitian Yasha, and the two rushed towards Xu Lang together, not caring about the attacks of the other people.

"Ice Cold Slash!"

Wei Hong shouted coldly, and Wei Hong used the cold artistic conception again. Only the evil sky in Wei Hong's hand did not have any sword light at all. Instead, it was like splitting the void, scattering layers of snowflakes, covering Xu Lang.

The snowflakes did not feel cold, but the entire void felt a little warm. However, Xu Lang's face changed drastically, and the piece of hair on his head that was numb even more. This is the artistic conception.

It is extremely difficult to understand the artistic conception, and Xu Lang was roaring loudly in his heart. How could this be possible? His martial arts army cultivation has only reached the edge of the artistic conception, and the boy in front of him actually realized the artistic conception. Moreover, among the disciples of Yangshen Sect, there is such a talent, so how could he know nothing?

In fact, no matter how arrogant Wei Hong was before, his cultivation was too low, so he did not get into the eyes of these prides of heaven. As for Hua Long, in his heart, Wei Hong was just a boy who was ignorant of the world. No matter how powerful some geniuses were, as long as they did not break through to the cultivation level of the Martial Army, they were not worth mentioning. Hua Long naturally did not take Wei Hong's overestimation of his ability.

"This kid must not be kept alive, otherwise, it will definitely not be a good thing for me, Tianyi Sect."

A hint of coldness flashed in Xu Lang's eyes, his eyes closed slightly, and an invisible light shield came out of Xu Lang's body. The snowflakes that Wei Hong did not fall on Xu Lang's body.

Xu Lang, who closed his eyes slightly, had no martial energy flowing on his body, just like an ordinary person. However, Wei Hong's terrifying attack could not break through Xu Lang's defense at all.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wei Hong's sword was sharper than the other. The terrifying sword light made Xu Lang's protective cover tremble slightly, but it still couldn't be broken. At this time, the attacks of the other people behind him had hit Wei Hong.

Swish!

The exact silver Wei Hong had already blocked behind him. The steel fork in his hand turned into a double hammer, injecting martial arts. The double hammers emitted a wave of terrifying lightning, shooting straight from the sky, and the attacks of those people were all blocked.

"Wang, Wang, Wei Hong, this flying yaksha has completely become a human. You don't have to worry about him being discovered. Moreover, his intelligence is only limited to three years old, so you can give him a name. All his actions now are: Whoever kills you is the one who should kill."

Seber said with ease as if he was gnawing at the dog bones he had obtained from there.

Wei Hong didn't care about Seber's words. Although Feitian Yasha had blocked the attack behind him, Wei Hong's pressure did not increase much. At this time, he still did not dare to take it lightly. He looked like a turtle shell and could not break it at all, which made Wei Hong feel speechless.

"A sword for refining the heart."

After putting away his artistic conception, Wei Hong took a deep breath, madly circulated his martial arts, and slashed at Xu Lang's body again. This time, when the terrifying sword light suddenly appeared from the void, Xu Lang's eyes suddenly opened.

His eyes opened, like two terrifying sword energy, slashed the void, and he pulled his hands gently, and a purple long sword appeared in his hand. Looking at Wei Hong's long sword, he saw that there was no change in Xu Lang's face, and he said lightly: "Block!"

The purple sword emitted purple aura and rushed directly into the sky. It easily blocked Wei Hong's attack like an invisible purple light barrier. If it were just like this, it would be fine. The purple light actually danced with Xu Lang, and purple lights instantly turned into thousands of secret nets like sharp swords, which actually tied Wei Hong up directly.

"Boy, I said that you can't understand the gap in our realm at all. Humph, as long as you don't break through to the cultivation level of the Martial Army, even if you understand the artistic conception, you will not be my opponent at all."

Xu Lang saw Wei Hong, who was already tied up, and a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth and said loudly with excitement that these geniuses are actually quite fierce in the competition between the Tianyi Sect. Moreover, Wei Hong in front of him was obviously a monster genius of the Yangshen Sect. Even if he had not broken through to the cultivation level of the Martial Army, as long as he could kill him or bring uniforms to the sect, it would be a great achievement.

Wei Hong's expression was still the same, but Feng Yunhe in the distance saw that something happened suddenly in Wei Hong. He gritted his teeth and suddenly rioted. He appeared in front of Wei Hong, blocking Xu Lang, and shouted: "You Tianyi Sect, you are becoming more and more shameless. Several people with martial arts cultivation actually deal with people who are not as good as you at the same time."

"court death."

Anger flashed in Xu Lang's eyes. With a light wave of a sword, the sword light hit Feng Yunhe's body. Feng Yunhe was knocked away without any obstacles. At this time, although Wei Hong was tied up, he still asked faintly: "I have been tolerant again and again. Could it be that you really want to kill me?"

"That's right, hehe, boy, if you let it go again, it's hard to guarantee that you won't become the next Hualong. Today is your death."

Xu Lang smiled gloomyly, his figure moved instantly, and he slashed directly at Wei Hong, but he did not notice the smile flashing in Wei Hong's eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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