Faced with the fierce attack of Lin Xueyan, the eighth-level Wushen, he did not dodge at all.

The blood flame wings behind him slammed and rushed towards Lin Xueyan like lightning.

The man was in mid-air, and he held the knife in both hands and slashed out thirty-six sword lights.

"Vacuum breaks!"

Thirty-six sword lights immediately condensed into a red sword.

"bass!"

With a crisp sound, the red sword pierced through Lin Xueyan's sword light and stabbed his shoulder.

"Bang!"

With the muffled sound, the Red Blade directly pierced Lin Xueyan's flame shield and assassinated him on his shoulder.

Lin Xueyan was wearing a pair of armor with a level 6 mysterious weapon, and his defense was extremely powerful.

The Red Sword hit the armor but failed to penetrate it, and it exploded into powder.

But the terrifying power burst out from the Red Sword was 800,000 kilograms, which immediately knocked Lin Xueyan's body to death and retreated repeatedly.

"Dingdeng!"

After retreating for six steps, he stepped on six huge footprints on the ground, trampling out cracks in the ten-foot-meter-a-radius earth. Only then did Lin Xueyan stop his body.

His eyes suddenly widened, staring at He Wuhen incredible, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"How is that possible! You are just a level 6 Wuzong..."

Lin Xueyan could not accept this fact, and he could not believe that as a level 8 Wuzong, he was actually repelled by a level 6 Wuzong with one move.

He Wuhen flapped his six-winged wings and flew into the air. He looked down at Lin Xueyan with a disdainful sneer.

"So what about the level 6 Wu Zong? I will still kill you like a chicken!"

Lin Xueyan was furious and frantically furious, his eyes were blood red, and his voice roared hoarsely: "Boy, don't be crazy, I'll send you on your way!"

As he finished speaking, Lin Xueyan held the blood-colored scimitar with both hands, and a dazzling ray of flames burst out all over his body.

An unparalleled aura suddenly burst out, forming an invisible energy, shaking the black fog demonic energy around it.

The earth, which is a hundred feet in a radius, suddenly jumped continuously by shock and jumped, cracking countless wide cracks.

Lin Xueyan held the scimitar in both hands, and closed it in front of him as if slowly but extremely quickly, combining the two scimitars into a red flame.

"Flame Wheel Slash!"

With his roar, a two-meter-sized wheel of flame emerged and slashed at He Wuhen.

The wheel of flame was extremely fast, spinning wildly, getting bigger and bigger, and many barbs and sharp blades emerged.

When the Wheel of Fire slashed in front of He Wuhen, it was as big as a house, covering him and could not hide from him at all.

This flame wheel slash is Lin Xueyan's unique skill, a top-level martial art, and extremely powerful.

Even a mountain will be killed by the Wheel of Fire and completely collapsed and shattered.

Faced with such a fierce attack, He Wuhen looked solemn, held the Blood-Drinking Sword with both hands, and instantly slashed out eighteen sword lights.

"The mountains and rivers are broken!"

"Swish swish swish swish!"

Eighteen violent and blazing flame sword lights instantly bloomed like flowers, slashing towards the flame wheel.

"Bang!"

In a blink of an eye, the broken mountains and rivers and the shattering of flame wheels slammed together, and the sound of the earth shaking mountains shaking out was rumbling.

A terrifying energy swept out instantly, tearing the earth apart more than a dozen ravines.

The flame sword light and the flame wheel were bombarded head-on and exploded at the same time, turning into flame fragments all over the sky, hitting around with a bang bang.

Lin Xueyan was stunned. He had just released his ultimate move, but his Yuanli had not recovered yet and was still breathing.

He thought that if he tried his best to use his ultimate move, he would definitely be able to kill He Wuhen.

Who knew that the ultimate move was so easily broken.

At this moment, Lin Xueyan felt a deep sense of unwillingness, anger and loss.

For decades, he has been the master of the Wind Demon Palace who is highly powerful and terrifying. No one can survive as long as he takes action.

But now, this self-confidence that had existed for decades in his heart has shattered and collapsed.

The huge gap and failure made him almost crazy and his blood burned.

But at this moment, it exploded into pieces. Amid the flames falling from the sky, a red sword suddenly pierced out.

"Vacuum breaks!"

Lin Xueyan, who was about to go wild, heard a cold shout.

Then, the red sword enlarged in his pupils and approached like lightning.

"laugh!"

When Lin Xueyan realized the crisis, it was too late. The red sword instantly pierced through his flame shield and inserted it into his forehead.

A burning air flow instantly spread in his mind, burning his head to ashes from the inside to the outside.

With a "thump", Lin Xueyan's body fell down straight and hit the ground.

"Ding! Kill one of the eighth-level Wu Zong and gain 80,000 experience points."

A system prompt sounded in He Wuhen's mind.

The flame fragments in the sky finally dissipated until this time, and the black fog returned to the surroundings.

He Wuhen held the blood-drinking knife, swelled the blood-flame wings, and his body was surrounded by flames, looking at the peerless demon soul in the distance.

After a quarter of an hour of fighting, the peerless demon soul has killed nearly fifty Wuzong sects, and only a dozen people are still surviving.

Of course, the power of more than 60 Wuzong's joint siege is also terrifying.

The entire scorched black mountain has long been destroyed and broken into a mound of earth, and countless rocks and dust have been accumulated.

The huge magic face, which is thirty feet in radius, became incomplete, and his eyes, which were as red as flames, dimmed.

It kept roaring, waving two broken black fog long swords, killing more than a dozen surviving Wuzongs.

However, the strength of these dozen Wushu Sects is at least above the level seven Wushu Sect. They can avoid the killing of demon souls and continue to deal with counterattacks.

He Wuhen's eyes saw the constantly flickering and jumping light in the distance through the thick black fog.

He knew that warriors with their strength below the seventh level of Martial Sect had basically been killed by the demon soul.

The remaining thirteen people were all Wuzong at level seven, eight and nine.

Yun Aotian of Qingshan Sword Sect, Mo Qianchou of Ice and Snow Palace, and Ling Xiaoyun of Lingfeng City, are all among the three masters.

More than a dozen Wuzong teamed up to set up the Five Elements Sword Formation and were constantly fighting with the demon souls.

The battle between the two sides has reached the most tragic level, the demon soul has been injured, and more than a dozen Wuzongs are all covered in color, covered in blood.

Now that things have come, He Wuhen doesn't want to interfere in this matter again, and he has never even thought of putting in the wrong and killing Yun Aotian and others.

The Qingluan feathers have been obtained, and he just wants to leave the forbidden area of ​​the soul-suppressing world and return to Mingzhu Island as soon as possible.

However, the demon soul has not been killed, and the black light shield covering a thousand feet of radius still exists, so he cannot escape.

In desperation, he had to carry the blood-drinking knife and rushed towards the demon soul.

Tang Bao and Bai Yan are too weak to resist the attack of the demon soul.

He Wuhen asked the two to stay outside, watch the changes, and find an opportunity to escape from the black light shield.

"call!"

The blood flame wings swayed, and He Wuhen was as fast as a bird. He swept thousands of feet away in just a few breaths and came to the side of the demon soul.

The huge magic face, scarlet red eyes as beating as flames, and the big mouth of a house, still exists.

But half of its head was missing, and several holes were exposed on its face, making it even more weird and terrifying.

Seeing that more than a dozen powerful Wu Zong masters joined forces to shoot out thousands of sword lights.

The demon soul roared the black fog swords and killed the sword lights. The two sides fought fiercely, and it was difficult to distinguish.

He Wuhen seized this opportunity keenly, flew to the side of the demon soul, held the blood-drinking knife with both hands, and slashed it hard.

"The mountains and rivers are broken!"

Eighteen flame sword lights appeared instantly, slashing hard on the ears of the demon face, shattering into seventy-two sword lights.

Suddenly, the demon soul caught off guard was directly slashed with pain by the sword light, his ears were blown to pieces, and half of his face was missing.

The furious demon soul was injured by a sneak attack and was immediately furious and rushed towards He Wuhen.

He Wuhen immediately waved his wings and retreated like a bird.

"Bang!"
To be continued...