Yan Fei's momentum and murderous aura discouraged most of the eager Spirit Clan masters, and they stopped in front of Duan Ruyan's wall of fire, no matter how the Golden Spirit King urged them.

However, as soon as they rushed through the wall of fire, they were killed by a sword light.

At this time, those who dared to venture through the wall of fire were basically the powerhouses of the Jin Ling clan, but unfortunately, they couldn't afford to blow at all under the fire sword of Nanming.

Yan Fei was like a door god, standing between them and the King of Golden Spirit.

Behind Yan Fei.

Even the golden knife in his hand lost its original edge.

In this way, the combat power will be greatly reduced.

"Come quickly, all of them, and help the king. ”

"Go on, go up together, the surnamed Yan can't stop so many of you, those who violate the order die, this king will never let you go. ”

"Hmph, you'd better mind your own. Suddenly, while the King of Jin Ling was distracted and shouted, Xiao Hei condensed the powerful beast Yuan Force and rushed towards the King of Jin Ling is punch.

The sound of the wind is enough to have tens of thousands of catties of strength.

However, judging from the state, Xiao Hei's punch penetrated through the body of the King of Jin Ling, because the King of Jin Ling did not have a substantial body.

This was followed by another punch, still sturdy.

After a round of fierce bombardment, Xiao Hei was too addicted to it, and the Golden Spirit King was quickly weakened.

"Don't fight anymore, this king can talk to you, stop, there's nothing you can't talk about. ”

Where does Xiao Hei care so much, after the two rounds of King Kong giant fists, the voice of the King of Jin Ling is already extremely weak, if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear what he is saying at all, the extremely weak King Jin Ling has reached the end of the crossbow, and the sound of his speech is almost the same as that of a mosquito.

At this point, the four spirit kings of the spirit clan were all destroyed by Xiao Hei and Yan Fei.

The people of the four clans, seeing that the four spirit kings are over like this, the snake can't do it without a head, although there are many of them, but this is no longer a problem that can be solved by a small number of people.

Tens of thousands, or even tens of thousands, of Spirit Clan masters began to retreat like a tide.

Xiao Hei is such a behemoth, holding the only half-foot-long Golden Spirit King Linggen in his hand, just like a mortal grabbing an ant, if the finger is not closed tighter, I am really afraid that it will sneak away.

"Hehe, boss, you've got three, I'll get one too, hey, it's in my hands. ”

He took over the spiritual root of the Golden Spirit King from Xiao Hei's hands.

"Don't worry, it's all flesh wounds. ”

Xiao Hei wanted to show that he was okay in front of Yan Fei, but it was obvious that his injured King Kong giant wings had a hard time fanning.

"You don't have to fight for the time being, manifest your mini form, and follow me. ”

Completely according to Yan Fei's instructions, Xiao Hei manifested into a mini form and squatted on Yan Fei's shoulder.

"Yes, boss, the status of the Spirit King in the Spirit Clan is not low, and we have slaughtered five of them in such a short time, and the Spirit Ancestor can really calm down. ”

Yan Fei was speechless.

The voice landed, quietly, and the cold wind and bleak voice contrasted this silence even more.

"Hmph, almost, he's coming, or rather, he's already here. ”