"Huang Yao, Sang Zhengqi, Wen Yan, Gong Zi'an, you four will catch that little beast for me!"

"I want to live! I want to live!"

Huang Xiong roared, the surrounding ground shattered, and a large amount of dust and gravel soared into the air, following him against the Fire Eagle.

Wang Yuan also had a fierce look and came over with a sharp sword.

Huang Yao and the others hurriedly retreated, avoiding the fierce battle circle, and their sharp eyes successively locked on Jiang Yi in the distance.

"You've messed up!"

Yan Qingwu exclaimed, turned her head and ran away.

Jiang Yi was about to pull out the tungsten steel bow and take the opportunity to raid, but he didn't expect that they would react.

"You can't escape the little thing."

Huang Yao and the other two chased Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi ran quickly and also loudly reminded Yan Qingwu: "Prepare for battle, you have to fight to the death."

"They are all the ninth level of the Spirit Infant Realm, and they are still lunatics who lick blood from the blade, and they can't beat them even if they try their best."

Yan Qingwu was surrounded by the breeze, almost flying off the ground.

Although she is also the Ninth Heaven, she is not suitable for fighting in a gorgeous and transparent skirt, especially with these desperate madmen.

"If you don't fight hard, you will die. Cooperate with me!"

Jiang Yi yelled, clenched his fists tightly, ready to fight at any time.

Yan Qingwu struggled a little in her heart, but still stimulated the spiritual patterns and held the sword tightly.

At this moment, Sang Zhengqi, who was among the four, stopped the big tree in front of the left, and his thin body rose with a strong green light.

He stood in the canopy, roared silently, and took turns to hit the tree branch with both fists, and a strong green light surged in.

At this moment, the silent old tree seemed to have come alive, shaking violently, all the branches flew around, pounced towards Yan Qingwu and Jiang Yi.

What kind of martial arts is this?

Jiang Yi's expression changed slightly and he quickly dodged, but the branches were too dense. In the chaos, three branches slammed into his chest, making him bleed in the back of his mouth and blew out in a mess.

Immediately afterwards, two branches roared, wrapped around their legs and suddenly raised them, and the other branches shot like sharp swords.

"Creen Blade, Slash!"

Yan Qingwu soared seven or eight meters in the air, like a terrifying geese, avoiding a few branches. The sharp sword rolled up a large number of wind blades and crushed the branches that were tangled around Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi escaped from the trap and slammed heavily on the ground.

However, just as he was about to stand up, Wen Yan in front of him roared and came over.

He took a big step forward, and a punch turned into a fierce flame, slapped Jiang Yi like a raging wave.

Jiang Yi had no choice but to avoid it, and his right fist, clenched tightly, burst into the sky.

The golden flame holy pattern glows, the fog of the Qi Sea rotates, and the two sources at the upper and lower ends suddenly penetrate.

The meridians in the body exuded strong vitality, and the surging spiritual power was mobilized to gather fists.
Chapter completed!