Xiao Hei's huge head kept shaking.

Yan Fei felt for the first time that none of these brothers listened to him.

Obviously, Xiao Hei will not leave even if he dies.

Yan Fei had no choice.

Since that's the case, I won't say much. If there is a next life, remember to find me.

This time, Xiao Hei's huge head nodded, and his orange-yellow eyes were full of determination.

After saying that, Yan Fei waved his sword and rose up in the air.

All moves in "The Sword Art of Ten Directions" are performed in turn.

The five elements sword veins were opened, the sword energy was scattered, the sword light was lingering, and Xiao Hei, the two brothers were besieged by thousands of blood-death tribe members, and instead gained the upper hand.

Unfortunately, it cannot be fatal, so many people in the blood-death tribe killed.

Yan Fei knew that there was no chance of winning this battle, but he would never wait to die.

If you want to die in the end, you have to die on the road to attack.

The huge consumption quickly lost the advantages of the two brothers. During this period, Yan Fei used the Divine Phoenix Flame many times, but the Blood Death Tribe leader brought the Xuanshui in the canal outside the stone tower. This kind of water just happened to restrain the Divine Phoenix Flame.

After one stick of incense, the consumption is too great.

Yan Fei's sword power was weakening, and Xiao Hei's movements were also slowing down. Moreover, Xiao Hei's body was injured in many places, and the beast blood almost completely dyed it red.

The beast roars hit Yan Fei's mind.

Humans, give up, the elder said, as long as you are willing to hand over your fingers, there is still a glimmer of life. The leader of the Blood Death tribe who was watching the battle shouted.

Hahahahahaha, I, Yan Fei, have never known what giving up.

Humph, can you admit defeat if you have to be in a different place?

Give up? A mere alien race, speaks wildly. Even if you can kill me, Yan Fei, you will never be able to surrender to my heart.

The leader of the Blood Death tribe frowned slightly.

If that's the case, it's useless to keep you.

The next moment, the blood-death tribe's offensive became more fierce.

Xiao Hei and Yan Fei have been forced to the end of their journey.

Yan Fei leaned against Xiao Hei's legs and controlled the flying sword to fight against the blood-death tribe.

Brother, then, while talking, Yan Fei actually took out a few pots of strong wine from Qiankun bag. He left one himself and threw the rest into the air.

Xiao Hei took it and threw it directly into his mouth.

With a click, the wine pot was bitten, and the strong wine entered the throat, and the heroic spirit was dry.

Roar, roar

The strong wine entered his throat, and Xiao Hei roared to the sky, as if he was declaring war on the gods in the nine heavens.

Yan Fei also took a few sips, and the feeling of hotness was extremely refreshing.

happy.

If you fight, you will be a brother again in the next life. Yan Fei has reached the end of his strength and is ready for his last attempt.

This time he rushed out, he didn't even think about returning to Xiao Hei's side.

Roar!

Xiao Hei roared back, obviously, Xiao Hei was about the same.

kill!

Yan Fei shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he wanted the whole world to hear it. The word "kill" was his unwillingness to fate, his dissatisfaction with the way of heaven, and his resistance to fate.

Chirp, chirp!

Just as Yan Fei and Xiao Hei were preparing for their last attempt and just rushed to both sides, a pleasant sound of birds suddenly came from the distance.

The voice is melodious and pleasant, and it is a bit loud and clear, like a trumpet of a charge, making people feel excited.

Yan, Brother Yan, don’t worry, Master Eighth, I’m back again.

Who dares to bully my brother? I will fight with you.

Friend Yan Fei, don’t panic, we are here.

All are familiar voices.

Yan Fei is not a god, nor is he really not afraid of death. No one in the world is not afraid of death, but it just depends on why he died.

These familiar voices are so warm at this moment.

I, Yan Fei, are not fighting alone, I, Yan Fei, and my brothers.

Surprisingly, it was not only that, he flashed his eyes and saw that in the northwest direction, a fire phoenix with light purple flames burning all over his body was approaching quickly.

A big red bird followed the Fire Phoenix.

No, the Immortal Fire Phoenix? Yan Fei was shocked.

What is this situation? Where did this immortal fire phoenix come from?

The squeal sounded, and thousands of people from the Blood-Death Clan were stunned for a moment, and then they looked together.

Nan Li and others were nothing in their eyes, but the immortal fire phoenix in the air finally made them feel fear.

Not long after, the Immortal Fire Phoenix rushed in front of her and immediately blew out a divine phoenix flame.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This phony flaming flaming covered a considerable area, and at least three or four hundred blood-deathed people were wrapped in flames.

A series of shrill wails sounded, and in just a few breaths, hundreds of blood-deathed tribes all turned into ashes.

Although the Blood Death Tribe Leader had Xuanshui in his hand.

But the number is limited, it is OK to deal with Yan Fei, but it is obviously not OK to deal with the flames of the Immortal Fire Phoenix.

The eighth-grade Xuanshui restrains each other against the eighth-grade flames, and they are looking at who is more.

A single mouthful of Divine Phoenix Flame destroyed hundreds of members of the Blood Death tribe, and the Blood Death tribe leader was stunned.

Chirp!

A stunned skill, another breath, and more than 200 blood-deathed tribe members were wiped out.

The injuries on everyone's body were obviously very serious, especially Nanli, who limped on the way over.

Everyone rushed to the front and even chopped and slashed, it was like crazy.

If I bully my brother, I can't kill you, and I will bite you to death.

Eighth Master, I will kill you. Come on, come over, you will be here. Eighth Master is not a man in the blink of an eye.

Yan Fei's eyes swept across everyone, and he felt that there was a power suddenly burst out in his bones.

The hand holding the Mingsha Evil Sword was shaking slightly, just because it was too much consumption, but now it was because it was too excited.

The Mingsha Xie Sword sensed Yan Fei's mind, and the blood light on the sword body instantly increased by three points.

Thousands of ghosts cried and mourned the world.

Roar roar roar!

The same is true for Xiao Hei. In an instant, the situation showed a subversive reversal.

The blood-death clan members were only a few thousand, less than ten thousand, but in a blink of an eye, they were wiped out by the Immortal Fire Phoenix.

The leader of the Blood Death tribe gritted his teeth fiercely, and he was waiting for the elder's instructions in the stone tower.

The elder never left the stone tower from beginning to end, and was obviously subject to some limitation.

In the end, the Blood Death Tribe leader had no choice but to order.

Retreat, let me retreat.

With a command, thousands of blood-death tribe members began to fly back around, and not long after, figures disappeared from everyone's sight.

Tang Shiba was the first to rush to Yan Fei, and suffered two casualties during this period.

Yan Fei turned his head and looked again. Nan Li held one of his legs and limped towards him.
Chapter completed!