Yuan Wenhuan stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, and his heart was filled with shock. He only saw a flash of afterimage, and then he attacked quickly like a ghost, and almost in an instant, Jiang Huaian was severely injured and fell to the ground, with blood gushing out from the corner of his mouth, staining the ground red.

Wen Huan's pupils suddenly contracted. The punch just now was going to hit him... He didn't dare to think that he would be the one to fall down.

He originally thought that although this mission was difficult, he should be able to cope with it with the outstanding strength of himself and his companions. But he never expected that there was such a powerful person beside Fu Ling'er, who was simply a human killing weapon, and his actions were decisive and ruthless, leaving no room for any maneuver.

At this moment, Wen Huan began to doubt whether he could successfully complete the mission. Facing such a strong opponent, do they really have a chance of winning?

On the other side, Wanqi Yuan did not pause at all. He looked at his opponent who was intimidated by him with satisfaction, knowing that the time had come and he had to strike while the iron was hot and pursue the victory. So, he launched another attack without hesitation, and rushed towards the opponent like an arrow from a bow.

As Wanqi Yuan moved, a powerful aura and pressure swept over, making it hard to breathe. Seeing Wanqi Yuan getting closer and closer, Wen Huan and Shang Qingyun turned pale, and for a moment they didn't know how to respond.

At this time, Fu Ling'er also showed her courageous side. She shouted and led several other friends to join the battle. She knew that the opponent had a higher level of cultivation, so she did not fight alone, but adopted flexible and changeable tactics. Several people cooperated with each other tacitly, either attacking by surprise or distracting and interfering.

A thrilling battle started, with both sides fighting back and forth, neither side giving in. The flashing of swords and the shouts of killing were heard one after another, and the whole scene was extremely intense.

Time passed little by little.

Fu Ling'er and her friends had already fought a fierce battle, and her power had not yet recovered to its peak. So she not only asked Feifei to help in the dark, but also asked Xiao Mengmeng and others who were not strong enough not to fight hard, but to wait for an opportunity to act.

At this moment, the originally cold and fierce Fu Ling'er's momentum suddenly changed, and she exuded a powerful aura that made people shiver. She was holding the God-killing Sword tightly in her hand, and the red lotus fire on the sword was burning like a raging wave. The flames shot up into the sky, and the sky was particularly bright and hot.

At the same time, a powerful and unparalleled chaotic force surged out from the sword, as unstoppable as a flood. The incomparably hot flames carried the power to destroy the world, and wherever they passed, the air seemed to be ignited, and the entire space was plunged into a blazing sea of ​​fire.

A fire dragon quickly licked Shang Qingyun and his subordinates behind him. In front of the terrifying red lotus fire, everything in the world seemed small and fragile. Once contaminated, they would turn into ashes in an instant.

In the center of the blazing sea of ​​fire, Fu Ling'er was like a goddess controlling the heaven and earth. Her figure looked even more majestic and mysterious in the light of the fire.

The strength of the people from the Ninth Heaven should not be underestimated. However, even so, facing Fu Ling'er's fierce attack with all her might, they were unable to gain any advantage.

Fu Ling'er's figure was seen floating like a ghost, with flames burning in her hands, turning into sharp tongues of fire that swept towards the other party in an overwhelming manner.

Although those people tried their best to dodge, they were still a little slow. In an instant, several tongues of fire licked their bodies mercilessly, and the scorching heat instantly penetrated their clothes and directly touched their skin. The burning pain was like thousands of poisonous insects gnawing at their bones, and like boiling magma flowing in their blood vessels, as if it wanted to burn their souls to ashes.

Shang Qingyun and others were unexpectedly forced into a dilemma and became flustered by Fu Ling'er and her friends.

Seeing that the people opposite her were in a miserable state but not seriously hurt, she had a solemn expression and a ruthless light in her eyes.

She quickly swallowed a pill to gather her spirit and rushed forward again.

She will try her best to wear the opponent out.

It all depends on who has more pills.

Yuan Wenhuan was already being beaten by Wanqi Yuan. After being punched and sent flying, Yuan Wenhuan's eyes were red with anger. When the other party showed his divine power, he clearly saw that the other party's cultivation was rubbish, but how come it turned out that it was not the case? How could he, a prominent figure of the Ninth Heaven Yuan Family, be forced to this point by a mere ant?

He was puzzled. What was so strange about the other person?

Jiang Huaian had recovered a lot under the effect of the elixir. But when he saw Yuan Wenhuan was beaten without any chance to fight back, he suddenly felt panic.

What should they do? What should they do? If they continue like this, they will all die here.

No, there must be a turnaround. There must be something they haven't expected.

What is it?

"Ah? Stop," Jiang Huaian suddenly had an idea in his mind and he thought of the three hostages.

My goodness, how could he forget about the hostages? How could he forget?

No, Jiang Huaian shook his head vigorously. It was not that they had forgotten, but that the man was too cunning. He did not even give them the chance to threaten them or negotiate, but instead caught them off guard right from the start.

Especially him, he was stunned by the punch and his mind was in a mess.

Fortunately, he finally came to his senses.

"Wenhuan, hostages," Jiang Huaian saw that his shouting had no effect, so he quickly reminded Yuan Wenhuan.

"Boom,"

After being punched again, Yuan Wenhuan's body flew backwards and was blocked by a tree trunk. He slid down and fell down under the tree roots. Hearing Jiang Huaian's reminder, his eyes were bright, and he didn't care about the pain in his body. He took a deep breath to ease the pain, and then shouted loudly.

"Stop, if you don't want the hostage to die, stop right now," Yuan Wenhuan said, and a magic weapon appeared in his hand. His fingers pinched the magic weapon fiercely, and his eyes were fierce, as if he was going to crush the magic weapon in the next moment.

When Wanqi Yuan heard the word hostages, he suddenly retracted his fist, his fierce eyes froze, and he looked at Yuan Wenhuan in confusion.

"Hostages, what hostages? Don't fool me with hostages, I won't fall for it." Wanqi Yuan didn't listen. He raised his palms up, with the black and white double blades hanging above his palms. The double blades emitting a cold aura seemed to be waiting for their master's order at any time to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

"Hahaha, bitch, stop it too, or don't blame me for being rude." Yuan Wenhuan ignored Wanqi Yuan and looked at Fu Ling'er.

Fu Ling'er seemed to have thought of something and stopped immediately. Her friends also stopped attacking and immediately returned to Fu Ling'er's back, looking vigilantly at Yuan Wenhuan opposite her.