Chapter 859: Phoenix Ming Nine Heavens

"You still want to run away, get back to me!"

Awuge's voice resounded throughout the passage, and he was approaching behind Lin Ye and rushed over. The scimitar in his hand swung at this speed, and the speed was so fast that it even trembled a little in the space.

The biting sword wind rushed straight to his back, and the chilly feeling made Zhao Mingzhu feel like he was in the cold winter.

Knowing that Lin Ye had a counterattack weapon, he did not aim at Lin Ye, but directly chopped Zhao Mingzhu.

Zhao Mingzhu was originally guarding against the alien race rushing out in front of her, but she didn't expect such danger to suddenly come behind her. In a hurry, it was too late to deal with it.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was thrown out like straws being rolled up by the wind.

"Brother Zhao!"

Lin Ye was still guarding against Awuge's sneak attack, but he didn't expect that he didn't come to him. Seeing Zhao Mingzhu fall down, he hurried over and helped him up. He didn't care about checking his injuries and ran forward, because the alien race behind him had already come.

Zhao Mingzhu is not good at this kind of head-on battle, especially under Awuge's sneak attack, which has already seriously injured him.

The knife marks on his chest extend from his collarbone to his lower abdomen, which looks quite miserable. If he had not swallowed the healing pill in time, his miserable situation would have been a little more severe.

Now Zhao Mingzhu has no longer been able to use his original strength, so all the burdens are pressed on Lin Ye.

The alien race behind him was getting closer and closer, and some had even thrown some weapons to attack. Lin Ye took Zhao Mingzhu back and forth to dodge, and the speed of moving forward was naturally a little slower.

And at this moment, several teams of aliens suddenly appeared at the intersection in front of them.

The foreign races stopped him, and Awuge and others chased him. Lin Ye and the others had no place to go under the double-team.

At this moment, Zhao Mingzhu was seriously injured again, and Lin Ye could only deal with one enemy at most. Being deeply surrounded by an enemy has become a destined thing.

"Haha, run away again. There are thousands of people from me in this prison. I think where can you escape?"

Awuge looked at Lin Ye who was surrounded in the middle and walked up slowly, sarcastically mocking him.

"It's just a lowly human being. If you have luck, you will run away once. Do you think you are amazing? Or you can only be regarded as living meat. You are really stupid than pigs and dogs."

Accompanied by this sarcastic speech, there were also the laughter of other aliens around him.

In their eyes, humans were like pigs and dogs, but now they were hurt by them, which made them feel a little shame, so they laughed louder.

"Don't worry, after you are caught, I will definitely taste whether you are hard bones or not."

As Awuge said, he waved his hand and let the aliens around him rush up. He was still a little afraid of the sharp weapon in Lin Ye's hand. The regeneration of his scimitar was not without loss, so he did not take it himself, but asked his subordinates to wipe out some of Lin Ye and the others' true energy first.

A foreign race rushed forward and back, blocking the intersections on both sides of the road and being airtight, and the figures that followed one after another could not see the end.

Lin Ye raised his hand and drew a semicircle. The sword energy of the Bolan Sword flew away a circle of aliens in front of him like a hurricane, smashing them into the crowd, overwhelming a large number of aliens.

But this was not enough. As soon as the alien races in front of him fell, other alien races filled in, and did not give him any chance at all.

Lin Ye knew that this would not work. The true energy in his body would not allow him to fight for so long. Even if he had spirit stones on his hand, it would take some time to absorb and transform.

"Brother Lin, go away!"

Zhao Mingzhu behind him suddenly shouted, and Lin Ye took the opportunity to make a mistake and freed up the space in front of him.

The next second, Zhao Mingzhu, who was originally leaning against the wall, suddenly took a step forward.

"Phoenix Ming Jiutian!"

He took a deep breath and his lips opened slightly, and a sharp scream immediately pierced.

The alien races rushing up ahead were unable to dodge and were hit by one after another.

The sharp screams were like thousands of needles piercing them. They only heard the first moment, and then the mind was blank and they could no longer hear anything.

Lin Ye looked at the alien race in front of him and stopped his movements at the same time, falling down straight down like sculptures.

After doing this, Zhao Mingzhu's mouth was filled with blood, and the blood from the torn corners of his mouth flowed down like water.

"Let's go!"

Lin Ye knew that this was a secret technique of attack in his sect. Although it was powerful, Zhao Mingzhu was also burdened. After using it, he had already exhausted most of his true energy, and it was already extremely difficult to stand.

Lin Ye quickly grabbed his shoulder and rushed out with him. The alien races in front of him had already fallen down, and it was a good time for them to leave.

But not all aliens have lost consciousness. Awuge realized that something was wrong the moment he heard it.

His rich experience in fighting the enemy allowed him to instantly activate his three-eyed secret technique, and the instantly increased energy protected it, and also blocked most of the sound of the phoenix sound.

What awesome magical power!

Awuge has also captured many human monks, and it seems that this kind of supernatural power is rare in his life.

However, with the weak human body, they definitely did not have the strength to attack the second attack. Awuge looked at Zhao Mingzhu's weak body, and everything was as he thought.

"I want to leave, have you asked me?"

The three-eyed secret technique on his forehead had been activated, and a trace of black energy flowed out from it, slowly condensed in all parts of his body. Even the scimitar in his hand doubled, and the length was half a person. With a heavy slash, a force thrown from the blade shot straight out.

A crack spread along the way, reaching Lin Ye. The broken stones shot over like a storm, covering all directions like guns and bullets.

Lin Ye grabbed Zhao Mingzhu with one hand and protected him behind him. He lifted the Bolan sword with the other hand and pulled out a sword flower. The round sword curtain blocked him and resisted the attack.

The strong wind pressure made Lin Ye unable to move. After he held on, Awuge had already rushed to him.

A half-man-high scimitar passed by his eyes. In the rapidly changing light and shadow, Lin Ye seemed to have seen Awuge's smug smile.

Because this attack came to Zhao Mingzhu, he was already weak and refused to withstand such an attack.

The sharp sword wind came in an instant, and in an instant, Zhao Mingzhu seemed to have seen the scene of his death. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout something, but he didn't have time to let him say it.

"Puff!"

A muffled sound of flesh flowed down the black scimitar, and a strange pattern spread out between the red and black.
Chapter completed!