In the black fog, Yan Feng and Bai Mi cooperated instantly and killed a Yin God. As soon as his body settled on Bai Mi's wolf head, the shadows of Yin God on all sides killed Bai Mi!

Bai Mi let out a wolf roar, and retreated quickly, and just avoided the attack. Standing on the wolf's head, Yan Feng held the Jue Emperor Sword in his hand, and his eyes shining with the fire of Shura swept to the four directions. W     w√Wく.

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At this moment, just as Bai Mi retreated, five shadows of Yin God suddenly came out of the black fog on the other side, and two of them were heading towards Yan Feng.

He jumped up, carrying the Shura fire, Yan Feng's body soared into the sky, and the two shadows of the Yin God were all empty.

At the same time, Bai Mi also broke away from the other two phantoms.

One man and one wolf, in an instant, surrounded by these five Yin God phantoms.

With the roar of a wild hunter, Bai Mi's figure directly hit one of the phantoms. The phantom of the Yin God collapsed in an instant. At the same time, a dazzling sword light fell from the sky, instantly piercing through the head of the Yin God inside the phantom.

The old way is to kill one and retreat suddenly.

In the black fog, Yan Feng stood at the head of the White Wolf King. After these Yin Gods, after just two of them, they had already been wiped out. They did not dare to go up indiscriminately and gathered together.

Black and white impermanence are at the forefront. The tall birthday hat in the phantom, one black and one white, two mourning sticks, and when you see it, you will feel a sense of coldness coming from behind.

"Xiaobai, it seems that the previous method has not worked anymore, this group of ghost guys have become obedient."

Yan Feng's sword in his hand was filled with golden light, ready to take action at any time.

"Boy Yan, I don't take the rest of me seriously. The key is that the black and white impermanence. Since the beginning of the battle, Fan Wushu Xie Bi'an has never taken action."

Yan Feng carried the ice coffin and glanced at the black and white. From the beginning, the two soul-catching messengers entered the black fog by themselves, as if they were watching a show.

"Boy Yan!"

Frowning tightly, Yan Feng looked at the shadows of the Yin God in front of him, and at this moment it began to disperse, forming a circle with Yan Feng and Bai Mi as the center.

These Yin Gods rushed towards Yan Feng and Bai Mi at the same time.

"three"

"two"

"one!"

Yan Feng and Bai Mi counted down through their thoughts. Just as these phantoms rushed over, Bai Mi suddenly swung Yan Feng upwards. Yan Feng's figure rushed up along the momentum, and Bai Mi went down.

But at this moment, outside the black fog, Emperor Song, who had been watching the actions in the black fog, glanced slightly at his eyes and a divine thought passed into the black fog.

In the black fog, the black and white impermanence who had been watching from the side was shocked in an instant.

The reason why Yan Feng did not take action as soon as he entered the black fog was because he received the order from Emperor Song and did not allow him to do it. After all, the two of them condensed the power of Yin soldiers and their realm was too high. Once they took action, Yan Feng and Bai Mi would not have to fight.

But at this moment, the order of Emperor Song came again.

And... this order is very simple, breaking the ice coffin behind Yan Feng!

Hei Bai Wuchang looked at each other, and Bai Wuchang's eyes directly stared at Yan Feng who was rushing upwards, while Hei Wuchang stared at Bai Mi who was rushing downwards. Hei Bai Wuchang looked at each other, and his figures disappeared in an instant.

Yan Feng was now taking advantage of Bai Mi's thrust force, calculating the time in his heart, and he would lean down as soon as the time came.

But at this moment, suddenly, a palpitations beat in my heart.

A white birthday hat appeared in front of me.

Bai Wuchang!

Yan Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, but it was too late at this moment. Bai Wuchang was too fast. When the illusory white birthday hat came into his eyes, the white mourning stick had already slapped behind him.

Xueer!

Yan Feng felt a chill in his heart!

In an instant!

Above the ice coffin, thousands of sword energy transformed by the Qinggang Sword roared, trying desperately to block the fall of the mourning stick. However, Bai Wuchang, who condensed the power of the Yin soldiers, could already be comparable to the cave realm, and it was definitely not something Yan Feng could block it.

The sword energy dissipated in one breath when it touched the mourning stick. Yan Feng's head had just turned past, and the mourning stick had already landed on the ice coffin.

The Coffin of Xuanbing is in Yan Feng's eyes.

In an instant, it shattered and Lin Xueer inside it turned into ashes in an instant and disappeared into the world.

All of this fell into Yan Feng's eyes bit by bit. At the moment when the ice coffin collapsed, there was only endless roar in Yan Feng's mind.

Xueer?

My Xueer is gone?!

Yan Feng's eyes were dull.

His body also suffered the huge power of the mourning stick, and it flew away with a bang, and the blood mist exploded from his body filled the whole place.

At the bottom of the black fog, Bai Mi suddenly looked at Yan Feng, and more than ten Yin Gods and Hei Wuchang blocked him tightly.

"Boy Yan! Dodge! Dodge!!"

Through his heart's roar, Yan Feng's figure was blown away in the wolf's eyes, but at the same time, more than ten Yin Gods and the mourning stick had arrived again.

If Yan Feng does not avoid this path, he will undoubtedly die!

The wolf roar resounded throughout the world. Bai Mi wanted to rush out, but she wanted to rush to Yan Feng, but there was nothing she could do. Not to mention that Hei Wuchang's realm is higher than his at this moment, and more than ten other existences, which one is not a comparable existence to Lingxu.

With his strength, it is a blessing that he has not been killed at this moment!

Xueer...

Yan Feng's eyes were endless loneliness. In his eyes, there was a woman who was smiling at him in front of him.

When my hand is raised, you are forever in the world.

Tears slid from Yan Feng's eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes.

He recalled scenes of the past in his mind, including laughter and tears, joy and sorrow.

The sound of the whistling wind came from his ears. Yan Feng knew that this was the sound of breaking the wind from those Yin God weapons. As long as these weapons fell on him, everything would end.

Above the cliff, Lin Xueer was a hundred feet away from the cliff. Looking at the dark fog densely covered in the sky, her eyes were filled with worry, and biting her lower lip tightly, her heart was shattering inch.

Blood flows in the heart.

"Boy Yan, open your eyes! Open your eyes!"

Bai Mi's roar shook the earth, and blood splattered on his body. Every time he hit, new wounds would be added.

"Xue'er..."

The only trace of tenderness in Yan Feng's heart completely disappeared in this moment.

Wait for me, when I destroy these miscellaneous things, I will go to find you!

In the spiritual sea, the sword intent of the previous life completely collapsed and disappeared in this moment, completely melting into Yan Feng's soul.

The wind is strong, and it increases with the naked eye. In an instant, black and white will be distant, dancing with the wind!

At this moment, the sword in his hand felt the shocking sword intent and roared between heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!