"Manman, Shaosi, don't move!"

Looking at Jiang Yan, who was attacking with a ferocious face, and feeling the fierce attack of Ji Feng's fingers, Ji Hao suddenly shouted loudly.:6d

The Manman and Shaosi at the altar had already stood up, but when they heard Ji Hao's shouting, they took a few steps back obediently, guarded the altar, and protected Taisi behind them.

Dozens of Ji Feng and Jiang Yan brought the soldiers to pull out their weapons at the same time and rushed towards the altar without saying a word. But there were faint ripples in the air, and they clashed several times. The altar and Taisi, Shaosi and Manman standing by the altar kept dispersing and gathering like phantoms, and they could not touch the edge of the altar.

A light roar came, and Feng Xing, who was surrounded by seven or eight soldiers, suddenly rose to the ground. A strong blue wind rose under his feet, and his speed suddenly soared more than ten times. The soldiers' arms almost grabbed Feng Xing's arms and legs, but before his fingers could exert force, Feng Xing rushed out more than ten miles like an oiled loach.

Turning over, pulling the bow, a golden light flashed, and three golden arrows shot in succession.

The "puff" sounded loudly, and three arrows followed the arc trajectory, and in a magical way, they penetrated the heads of more than 20 warriors in a row. Finally, they flew out of the sand island and sank into the distant river surface.

Blood splattered, and the messy flesh and blood flew dozens of feet away with the arrow's shooting. The twenty-four warriors brought by Ji Feng did not snort, but fell to the ground in Feng Xing's magical archery technique, and their bodies twitched violently.

The great witch's vitality was extremely powerful. The head exploded and his life was instantly annihilated, but their bodies remained terrible. The heart was beating wildly, and a large amount of blood kept spraying out from the bursting neck, like a fountain, which could be sprayed out for three or five miles.

The witch power in the witch cave was still surging, and the blood in the body was crazy like a tide, and the bone marrow was constantly creating fresh blood. The blood from the bodies of the twenty-four soldiers whose soul had dissipated was constantly gushing out, and kept spraying out with a "rustling" sound.

The small half of the sand island was dyed red. Feng Xing, who had instantly exhausted the witch power in his body, looked proudly at his masterpiece. After taking a deep breath, he plunged into the river. A figure flashed in the river, and Feng Xing ran away in the blink of an eye.

Yu Mu smiled honestly at the two soldiers who grabbed his iron pot: "Yu Mu's pot is something that others can't touch."

The two soldiers raised their eyebrows. They were shocked that their companions were killed by Feng Xing's ruthless archery technique. They had no patience with this honest and straightforward fat man. They tried their best to break Yu Mu's big iron pot. A dozen soldiers rushed up on the side and pulled out their weapons to slash Yu Mu.

"You shouldn't have eaten Yu Mu's roasted meat!" Yu Mu said silly: "Yu Mu's friends have eaten it to replenish their vitality, and you have eaten it... it will be dead!"

All the soldiers in Ji Feng's team, including Ji Feng's team, had their bodies stiffened and their faces suddenly turned into a miserable green. The strength continued to flow from their bodies. Many soldiers loosened their hands and their weapons fell all over the floor.

Ji Feng, who was holding Ji Hao tightly, felt as if he was squeezing a knife, and bright green blood flowed out of his seven orifices. His ten fingers just touched Ji Hao's shoulder joint, but he couldn't hold it down.

"Hehe...hehe!" A strange voice came from Ji Feng's throat: "Poison...I, I have tried it with the poison-proof witch talisman...How could it be poisoned?"

Ji Hao didn't say a word, and flames rose on the golden crow's flame robe. The surging fire burst out with a terrible impact, blowing Ji Feng hundreds of feet away with one blow. Ji Feng, who was invaded by the poison, had almost no resistance, and half of his body, who was holding Ji Hao tightly, was almost blown away. The golden crow's divine flame attached to the wound, quickly turning his body into ashes.

A fire light rushed out between his eyebrows, and a phantom of the flame dragon flashed in the flame. Ji Hao held the dragon's tail, and his left hand formed a sword technique and gently wiped it on the dragon's body. The stone sword, which was completely transformed by Taoist Yu Yu, spit out flames.

Jiang Yan almost put his two claws on the sword.

Seeing his hand grabbing Jianfeng, Jiang Yan screamed and wanted to retract his hand. But when he was hitting just now, he was afraid that he would not be able to kill Ji Hao, and he had already used all his strength.

Jiang Yan, who was unable to hold his power, screamed bitterly. His two claws gently wiped the sword's edge, and blood was suddenly shining, and his arms broke at the elbow. The phantom of the flame dragon on the sword shook gently, and Jiang Yan's broken arm was burned into a wisp of blue smoke, and the flames attached to the wound of his broken arm burned wildly.

"The divine weapon is released, and you need to use a blood sacrificial weapon." Ji Hao looked at Jiang Yan and sneered: "Your strength is qualified to be the sacrifice for me, the "Yan Earth Creation Flame Dragon Sword". Don't blame me for being cruel. You blame me for finding the wrong partner!"

The sword stabbed with the flow and lost both hands. Jiang Yan, who was in a state of chaos, almost did not resist. He watched the sword penetrate his chest.

The flames evaporated, and the terrifying flames instantly surged across Jiang Yan's body. Countless fires spewed out from his pores. In just one breath, Jiang Yan was burned into a wisp of blue smoke.

"Kill!" The soldiers brought by Jiang Yan roared in unison, and pulled out their weapons to rush towards Ji Hao and others. Their mount, the golden beaver, jumped like flying, and their long tails brought shadows in the air, and they beat Ji Hao and others hard.

The 'gaga' scream rose into the sky, and the Crow Duke's body expanded to a hundred feet in a radius, and the whole body flew around the golden flames. He spitted out the flames, his eyes shining brightly and looked down below. Hundreds of golden beavers suddenly felt the Crow Duke's terrible aura, and they turned around and ran away in panic.

Although the golden beavers are powerful, they are the type of Jianglu on the ground and are most afraid of the raptors in the sky. They are their absolute natural enemies.

As soon as the Crow King came out, these golden-toothed beavers with all their strengths reached the Great Witch Realm fled one after another, and instead disrupted the array of soldiers who were fighting with Jiang Yan. The originally neat team suddenly became in chaos.

Ji Hao snorted coldly, and ninety-nine golden crows on the golden crow's flame robe turned into a palm-sized golden flying sword squirted out. The sword lights shot out in the sky, hovering and entangled like countless crows attacking from the sky, landing fiercely on the warriors brought by Jiang Yan.

The golden crow flying sword refined by Taoist Yu Yu himself can imagine how sharp it is. The sword light penetrates the bodies of the warriors like rain. Even though these warriors have the strength of the great witch, their bodies are still easily penetrated by the sword light.

Blood spilled, and broken limbs and arms spilled all over the ground. Hundreds of great witch-level warriors were easily defeated by Ji Hao's own sword formation on a protective robe.
Chapter completed!