The two old men waved their palms down, and their momentum had completely locked Feng Yun, making it impossible for him to avoid them.

Unable to avoid it, Feng Yun could only use the Netherworld's Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. The Netherworld's Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner suddenly came out of his body, spinning at a high speed, and a black whirlwind appeared, breaking the locked momentum between the two. He rolled himself to the side.

"I want to run away! Take your life!"

The two of them accelerated their pursuit, and a sharp sword appeared in their hands.

"Pfft!" In an instant, two sword lights penetrated the whirlwind and pierced Feng Yun's body.

"Go to hell!" Feng Yun violently waved the Netherworld Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag, and the endless wind struck at the two of them.

"When..." The strong wind struck the two of them, like a knife striking steel, making crisp sounds.

"Sky curtain!" Feng Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and green light shone out.

"Ah..." the two old men screamed, their smiles gradually falling away.

"Brother..." Mo Xin and the others rushed back and quickly came to Feng Yun.

"Poof!" Suddenly, Feng Yun spurted out a large mouthful of black-green blood, his face turned green and his body trembled.

"Ah..." Feng Yun suddenly let out a heart-rending scream.

Mo Xin said in horror: "Hasn't the poison been eliminated? How could this happen?"

Feng Chen said: "I'm afraid this poison is not simple!"

Hong Ling looked pale because she was very worried, worried that the poison Feng Yun was poisoned was really the legendary soul-breaking spring.

"You brat, destroying my body is really abominable! You should be punished!"

The two old men had angry faces and murderous intent in their eyes, which made one's heart feel chilly.

At this time, Feng Yun was really desperate. A strong enemy was already difficult to deal with, and now it was poisonous. Wouldn't it cost him his life?

"Your energy is declining rapidly, and you are vomiting poisonous blood. It seems that you have been poisoned quite a lot!"

"Ignorant junior! Do you know how many generals we lost in order to destroy the Poison Sect back then? Even if the Poison Sect is at the end of its tether, it will not be destroyed just by you. You must regret it now!"

Feng Yun said: "If you want to kill, kill him, don't talk sarcastically here."

"You three get out of the way!"

Mo Xin said: "If you want to kill Feng Yun, you have to kill us first."

Feng Chen said: "The world is really going downhill! Not only does the big bully the small, but the more bullies the smaller."

Hong Ling said: "If you want to kill him, you just can't get along with me in Hehuan Palace."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, get out of here!"

Mo Xin said: "Unless all three of us are dead, you can't even think about it."

"Okay! Then I'll kill you first!"

The old man struck Mo Xin with a palm strike, and Mo Xin connected with his sword.

"Crack!" The sword light shattered, and Mo Xin was bombarded to the ground like a falling meteorite. A deep pit appeared on the ground, which was more than several kilometers long.

Suddenly, Feng Chen waved his right finger, and suddenly thousands of swords fired in volley.

"court death!"

The old man charged at extremely high speed, and the sound of the sword's shattering light continued.

"Bang!" The sword plate shattered, and Feng Chen was knocked away by the old man's palm. The blood spurted out dyed Feng Yun's face red.

Hong Ling used the flute as a sword and killed the old man.

At this time, Feng Yun was suppressing the toxicity in his body, but he couldn't suppress it at all.

"Roar!" Suddenly, Fire Qilin roared loudly and ran wildly. In an instant, it came to Feng Yun and blocked the old man who was charging at Feng Yun.

Feng Yun suddenly waved his hand across Huo Qilin's body, and hot blood immediately flowed out. Feng Yun hurriedly swallowed two drops. Qilin's divine blood hit his stomach, and a powerful force suddenly emitted. Feng Yun took advantage of the situation and quickly suppressed the poison. .

Hong Ling was repulsed, and the three old men attacked again.

Feng Yun suddenly turned the Qilin Blood Knife, took back the Fire Qilin, and swung the knife back.

The three old men hurriedly retreated, and Feng Yun also retreated a hundred meters away.

"You bastard, stop struggling pointlessly and let's catch you!"

"There is no need to talk nonsense. In this battle, you will not die, but I will die."

"Then you are destined to die."

Suddenly, Feng Yun inserted the Qilin Blood Knife back into the scabbard, his eyes showing infinite fighting and killing intent.

"You brat, stop being so mysterious! Just use any tricks you have!"

Feng Yun spread his hands, and suddenly, two tall figures appeared in the void.

The three old men were shocked when they saw these two figures. Their expressions looked like they had seen ghosts.

The expressions of Moxin and the other two people were similar, because they saw something they didn't dare to think about.

"Ten...Eight...Wing...Yu...Clan..."

Feng Yun seized the opportunity and suddenly launched an offensive at the moment when the three of them were distracted. Two masters of the Feather Tribe with 18 Wings killed them in front of the three of them in an instant.

"Ah..." The three people were illuminated by the holy light and turned into ashes in an instant.

"Pfft!" Suddenly, Feng Yun shot out a green sword from the center of his eyebrows, which was a long sword transformed from the Netherworld's Ten Thousand Ghost Flags, and pierced into the body of the old man who had just reshaped his body.

The screams suddenly stopped, and the old man's vitality was swallowed up in an instant. Then his physical body and soul were also swallowed up, becoming the nourishment of the Netherworld's Ten Thousand Ghost Banners, and he completely disappeared from this world.

"Ah! You brat, you are from the Yu tribe, you damn thing."

"Kill my brother and I will cut you into pieces!"

Feng Yun said coldly: "You forced me!"

Mo Xin and the other two people still couldn't believe it. No matter where they looked, Feng Yun had nothing to do with the Yu Clan. How could he be from the Yu Clan?

The two old men looked at the two masters of the Eighteen-winged Feather Tribe with some fear and trembling. Because it was rumored that the people from the Eighteen-winged Feather Tribe were extremely powerful, and their strength was comparable to that of the gods.

Feng Yun could see the fear in their hearts, but he was still a little worried. Because after all, this was just a corpse, and the power contained in it was very little. It was completely controlled by him injecting energy and using the ghost wiping method.

Compared with the real masters of the Eighteen Wings Feather Clan, the difference is more than one or two levels.

If this is discovered by them, the consequences will be disastrous. Therefore, a quick decision must be made to eliminate them before they see the flaw.

Suddenly, two eighteen-winged birdmen flapped their wings. In an instant, they appeared in front of the two of them and slashed at them with their hands as knives.

The two old men hurriedly avoided it, turned around and stabbed the birdman with their swords, but the birdman's body was not damaged at all.

The two old men were shocked, but at this moment, the bird-man flapped its wings again, and immediately, countless wind blades struck the two of them.
Chapter completed!