"Preparation." Banwen lifted the reins of the horse and issued a calm order.

The same was true for the thirty-five knights behind him, and then Ban Wen gave the order.

"charge."

There are thirty-six horses in total, which is secretly in line with the number of Earth Evils. The qi is revealed and the fierce horse is neighing.

Thirty-six cavalry were like a long sword, with a sharp aura, and their target was aimed directly at Wu Mingkong who was walking slowly in the air.

"The momentum is good, and I don't know how your evil and turbid army formation is better than my Nanli Suzaku Xuan Fire Formation."

Wu Mingkong took a look and found that now only Ban Wen of the Iron Blood Army was left. The thirty-six cavalry of this Ban Wen could compete with the power of the Gangqi realm of warriors. It’s a pity that his own strength was not good, and he was a little short of it. If his own strength was also a warrior in the Age of Vision realm, then Wu Mingkong would have to miss out on some real skills.

Unfortunately, he is just a warrior in the Gangqi realm.

The six lives and twelve fires directly bombarded the thirty-six cavalry, and the qi that the thirty-six cavalry was also bombarded by the six lives and twelve fires, and waves appeared.

Fortunately, the thirty-six cavalry were connected to each other and blocked the six lives and twelve fires.

"You play slowly, I'm going to get the sword."

Wu Mingkong said lightly, and saw that Nanli Zhuque Xuanhuo Formation became more and more fierce, and it was difficult for Ban Wen and his thirty-five cavalry to move forward.

"Master Feng, for the first time I met, I think this bloodthirsty sword is not bound to you." Wu Mingkong came to Feng Yang.

Looking at Feng Yang who was still laughing, Wu Mingkong felt that this guy might have something wrong.

Then he slapped him directly, and the laughter came to an abrupt end, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Wu Mingkong is playing cards with a slap, and he is interrupted by someone else. Isn’t that a little bad?

Moreover, Wu Mingkong's strength seemed to make it a little big, so he knocked Feng Yang's teeth away a few. Fortunately, Feng Yang's disheveled hair was not spoken, otherwise he would have lost his air when he was designated to speak.

"How is it? Have you recovered? If not, I'll slap you again." Wu Mingkong looked at Feng Yang who was not speaking, and felt that he would slap him again and symmetrical.

"You are very good, you are worthy of being from the Imperial Heavenly Prison." Feng Yang spoke, his voice was hoarse, but there was no air leakage, which made Wu Mingkong a little confused. He had clearly knocked off a few teeth. What is the principle of not talking about without air leakage.

"Let's not mention this for now. Can you tell me why you don't miss the news?" Wu Mingkong said honestly.

Feng Yang's eyes were filled with red light, and a murderous aura came directly towards Wu Mingkong.

"Hiss, I won't mention the matter of not leaking the air. Can you teach me how to glow red in my eyes? I will never have any cold light or a flash of light. I can use this thing to pretend at that time." Wu Mingkong felt that it was no longer a big deal to talk without leaking the air. The key was to learn the skill of glowing the eyes first.

"Ha, I don't know what's up." The murderous aura in Feng Yang's eyes seemed to condense into substance, and the bloodthirsty sword in his hand shone like a red line.

Wu Mingkong didn't notice this at all, and then the bloodthirsty sword was grabbed by Wu Mingkong's empty-handed sword.

He didn't pay attention, but Zhizhu noticed it, and Zhizhu noticed Wu Mingkong's combat instinct was naturally triggered.

Then he raised his foot and pulled his vaginal leg and connected his sole foot, and kicked Feng Yang directly and looked at the back with a flat sand and falling geese.

The only shame is that he held the bloodthirsty sword too tightly and didn't take it off.

The blood-red aura gradually condensed on Feng Yang's body. This was a mixture of murderous aura and blood. Wu Mingkong could smell the strong smell of blood from afar and couldn't help frowning.

"This smell really doesn't smell very good."

He drew a talisman in the air with his right hand. A pure talisman was drawn by Wu Mingkong with magic power in an instant. Then he dispersed with a "bang", and the blood and murderous aura in the air were quickly purified.

This made the bloodthirsty sword tremble, and the blood on his body faded a lot.

"Oh, I've become a sword slave of the bloodthirsty sword with this Feng Yang. No wonder I was laughing wildly like a fool just now. I thought the bloodthirsty sword was so funny." Among the sixty Jiazis behind Wu Mingkong, another fire in the furnace was beaten out by Wu Mingkong.

"It just happened to use the fire in this furnace, and I will refine you directly." Wu Mingkong didn't care at all that the bloodthirsty sword was a divine weapon. In Wu Mingkong's eyes, the weapon should be obediently unconscious. Your divine weapon has a spirit, so you might even cheat yourself at any time.

The Bloodthirsty Sword also discovered the threat of the fire in the furnace on Wu Ming's hollow hand to it, and then immediately controlled Feng Yang to escape.

Then, there is nothing.

Half of Feng Yang's body was directly burned by the six lives of the Nanli Vermillion Bird Xuan Fire Formation.

"Those five people have a backstage, so I just let them get seriously injured and recognize the gap between them and me. You don't even have someone behind you, so you dare to rush like this?"

"I really think Sun Wukong will kill all the demons and monsters along the way?"

Wu Mingkong directly stomped Feng Yang's brain with one kick. Half of his body, which was still squirming, was no longer moving. Seeing that the bloodthirsty sword was not good, it soared into the sky, trying to stay away from Wu Mingkong.

But Wu Mingkong has achieved this point, how could he let the bloodthirsty sword run away?

Can the cooked duck fly?

With one step, the stone slab under his feet cracked a large piece. Wu Mingkong rushed directly to Fei Li's bloodthirsty sword, grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and looked at the bloodthirsty sword that was constantly struggling in his hand, the six lives and twelve fires directly burned the entire sword body from his hand.

"Listen, don't struggle honestly, or I'll just go back to you." Wu Mingkong said in a stern tone. His words were true.

The Bloodthirsty Sword seemed to understand Wu Mingkong's words, and then stopped struggling honestly, but Wu Mingkong felt that he was probably afraid of being burned by the Six Life Twelve Fires. The originally blood-red sword body is now black and burning with flames.

It seems that it is not suitable for the Bloodthirsty Sword, and it looks more like a Flame Sword.

When Wu Mingkong landed, he extinguished the six lives and twelve fires on the bloodthirsty sword.

This matter has been settled.

"I'm so obedient. After I take you back to submit the work, wherever you like to go, it has nothing to do with me. But if you dare to move around before I submit the work, or make some small moves, I will go back to you directly, and then the same will be true for submitting the work when you go back to submit the work." Wu Mingkong warned the Bloodthirsty Sword.

The bloodthirsty sword trembled slightly twice, and Wu Mingkong knew that this magic weapon really has a spirit, and this weapon is no longer within Wu Mingkong's consideration.
Chapter completed!