"Lihuo Killing Formation, open!" A shout spread. At the fork in the entire flame path, the space twisted slightly and rippled. With the rapid buzzing sound, the temperature of this space rose sharply again!
The remaining fifty or so little Balrogs, as well as Yu Wen Lei, were all shrouded in a curtain of flame light! Yu Wenlei stopped attacking and swallowed a spirit-reviving pill. With his current level of cultivation, this spirit-reviving pill could restore at most 20% of his spiritual power.
At this time, the little flame demons attacked in groups, not giving Yu Wenlei any time to rest and recover.
Buzz…
Hua Ziyuan flipped with one hand, and the Lihuo Killing Formation was fully activated! In this underground flame path, surrounded by high-temperature lava, the power of the killing array has increased somewhat.
In just a moment, a dozen fireballs condensed and shot through the air, aiming at the throat of the little Balrog.
boom! boom!
The fireball fell and knocked the little Balrog rushing to the front to the ground. The signs of life of the fallen Balrog did not disappear. The power of this killing array is enough. It seems that these little Balrogs have some resistance to the power of fire.
cut!
"Spirit Wind Slash!"
Yu Wenlei seized the opportunity and slashed out more than ten times in a row, killing all the little Balrogs who fell on the ground! However, the battle did not end. These little Balrogs had low intelligence and no sense of fear at all. They followed one after another and continued their attacks!
boom! boom!
Time passed little by little, and Yu Wenlei and Hua Ziyuan cooperated tacitly. Gradually, the corpses of the little Balrogs piled up like a mountain. Only a dozen of the more than 70 little Balrogs were still alive! However, Yu Wenlei's spiritual power was almost exhausted.
"Thunder Current Slash!"
Chi... The network of thunder and lightning wrapped around the approaching little Balrog. He used his last bit of spiritual power and killed five of them with one sword! After the lightning arc dissipated, he knelt down on one knee, the thunderous sword stuck on the ground, and drops of sweat evaporated on the ground.
"Junior brother..." Hua Ziyuan's eyes showed worry, and then turned into a sharp look.
"Lihuo Killing Formation, Lihuo Burns the Sky!"
boom!
The flame light curtain seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulus, and the temperature was getting higher and higher. Under the raging flames, Yuwen Lei was sweating like rain. At this time, the power of the killing array is close to the third level of Linggang Realm!
"I didn't expect this little girl to be so strong..." Yu Wenlei sighed inwardly, with a trace of surprise appearing on his pale face.
Hee hee hee…
The power of flames fell precisely on the throats of the little Balrogs, ignoring their flame resistance and piercing them alive!
hiss……
Yu Wenlei's eyes widened, and just as he was dazed for a moment, the terrifying high temperature eroded the last bit of his spiritual power, and then, the gray robe on his body was actually lit by flames!
"Senior sister, stop now... I'm on fire..." Yu Wenlei extinguished the flames eagerly, leaving several holes as big as bowls in his gray robe.
Buzz…
Hua Ziyuan withdrew her mental power, and the flame screen dissipated. She also breathed a little unevenly, sweat fell down, and her lips turned slightly white. It was obvious that she had experienced great consumption.
"Junior brother, are you okay? I couldn't control myself for a while..."
Yu Wenlei forced out a smile, shook his head, and then quickly sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing. Does he know that the crisis has not been resolved yet, and there is Zhan Yan who is watching eagerly next to him.
Tread, tread, tread, tread.
Sure enough, how could Zhan Yan give up this opportunity? He hated Yu Wenlei so much that he came as soon as the fighting at the fork subsided!
boom!
Zhan Yan casually shook open the slurry piled on the ground with a palm, and the flame path leading to him became open again. He looked at the piles of little Balrog corpses throughout the fork, and his scalp couldn't help but feel numb.
"How is that possible! Half a month ago you were far from having this kind of strength!" Zhan Yan let out a dry roar, but Yu Wenlei seemed not to have heard it. He was seizing every moment to restore a trace of spiritual power.
"Hahaha... Jiejie, so what if you are so strong, you are not at my mercy now!" After saying that, Zhan Yan didn't waste any more words, and directly reached out his hand, pointing a purple claw directly at Yu Wenlei's eyebrows!
call out! The purple claw sheath exuded a faint purple light. At this moment, Yu Wenlei struck out with both palms on the ground, and quickly moved back in a cross-sitting posture. At the same moment, the thundering heavy knife returned to his hand again!
"Cleave!"
clang!
The thunderous heavy knife came down with force and struck in the gap between the three sharp claws. The claws of the knife collided, and a figure flew backwards in embarrassment and hit the ground. This person was clearly Zhan Yan.
Zhan Yan's right hand was seen trembling, and the three sharp claws on the purple claw sheath were broken. It seemed that the entire right arm was temporarily destroyed!
"No! No...impossible..." Zhan Yan was struggling on the ground, talking nonsense.
puff!
Yu Wenlei spat out a mouthful of blood. He still remained seated, with the heavy thunder knife in his hand lying flat on the ground. His spiritual power was always in a state of depletion. After he had just defeated Zhan Yan with a cleave, he could no longer mobilize any spiritual power.
Zhan Yan's eyes were gloomy. He never wanted to miss this opportunity. If he couldn't kill Yu Wenlei this time, he would even live in uneasiness and shadow in the future.
"Cousin! Help me kill him!" Zhan Yan was seriously injured and did not dare to take any more risks, so he put down his face and asked Feng Yiming, who was recovering from the flames.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Wenlei secretly thought, "Cousin?" That Feng Yiming from the Great Fenghuang Palace is still Zhan Yan’s cousin, which is troublesome...
Sure enough, the gap in the flame path shook again, and Feng Yiming returned strongly. Judging from his aura, he had already recovered 70% to 80% of his strength. He stared at Yu Wenlei, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his expression no longer as polite as before.
"Cousin, help me kill him, while he is weak, do it quickly!
Zhan Yan pressed his right hand and urged Feng Yiming eagerly. Yu Wenlei and Hua Ziyuan, on the other hand, were fully alert and focused on Feng Yiming. They were always vigilant and secretly discussed countermeasures.
"The people in the Great Fenghuang Palace are not as miserable as this person, right?" Yu Wenlei continued to adjust his breath while sarcastically speaking.
"Oh? I guess you want to delay time, right? Yu Wen Lei of Qi Jue Sect, right? You are indeed a person. Even I, Feng Yiming, admire me a little. I am not killing you for others, and I will kill you with all my strength. ..." At the end of the words, Feng Yiming's smile suddenly turned cold. He was a very deep man with a kind face. He would only show his fangs when he had murderous thoughts.
"Yin Yang Emperor's Nimbus!"
Feng Yiming smiled gloomily and incorporated almost half of his spiritual power into this move. The huge light wheel gradually solidified. This kind of fluctuation was enough to reach the second level of Ling Gang Realm.
call out!
The bright light wheel was like cutting through space, and came to the sky above Yuwen Lei in the blink of an eye, completely blocking his retreat.
With the oncoming oppression, Yu Wenlei once again forced himself to open his eyes, squeezing out a trace of the spiritual power he had just recovered.
"Cleave!"
Yu Wenlei slashed at the light wheel with one strike. If he was in his prime, it would be no problem to take this move. However, at this moment, at the moment when the two attacks collided, Yu Wenlei held his hands against the heavy thunder knife, and his body was involuntarily thrown back, spitting out a large mouthful of blood in the air.
boom!
Yu Wenlei's back hit a flaming rock wall and then slowly slid down, along with a large area of slurry.
With his spiritual energy drained, Yu Wenlei was extremely weak... However, even so, his eyes were still sharp, and it was clear that he had never given up!
"die!"
Feng Yiming casually hit a wheel of light. In his opinion, this blow would definitely kill Yuwen Lei. Zhan Yan, who was not far away, seemed to be expecting and preparing to let go and let go of the stone in his heart.
call out!
At this moment, the thundering heavy sword in Yu Wenlei's hand suddenly flew out, and it could be faintly seen that there was a faint wave around the thundering heavy sword.
"Soul skill, death coil, die!" Yu Wenlei groaned softly, and another trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Chi!
The silver sword suddenly struck out, unexpectedly piercing the light wheel. The invisible spiritual power wrapped around the sword and pointed directly at Feng Yiming!
"Stubborn! It's useless!" Feng Yiming smiled calmly and stretched out his hands, ready to take the knife. And the next moment, his smile stopped abruptly!
"Soul skill, death coil!"
This is... another spiritual force locked on him! Moreover, this spiritual power contains powerful strangulation power! At this moment, Feng Yiming felt that he was restrained and unable to move.
The one who took action was naturally Hua Ziyuan. Death Coil was originally left by Hua Ziyuan to Yu Wenlei. Of course she had also studied it. Judging from the power she exerted, she had already cultivated this soul skill to a small level!
"No!" Feng Yiming's heart skipped a beat. He was too careless and was caught off guard by Hua Ziyuan's full strength. It would take at least dozens of breaths before he could break free.
"No! No..." Feng Yiming's horrified roar spread, and the thunderous knife stabbed into his body and passed through his chest!
