Shen Fei The third Soul Force injected into Ink Cloud is completely released the moment it penetrates into the enemy's body.
A dark shock wave exploded from the Black Gold Rank Five-Star strong man's body, starting from his chest as the center and spreading in all directions.
That power didn't have the burning of flames or the explosion of lightning, it was just pure Darkness Spiritual Power that was compressed to the extreme and expanded in an instant.
The Black Gold Rank Five-Star strong man's body was shattered from the inside by that force, and there was a series of sounds of broken bones, like a handful of dry wood being trampled to pieces.
His chest collapsed, his spine was broken, and his internal organs were shattered into pieces inside his body.
Dark red blood gushed out from his mouth, nose and ears at the same time. His eyes lost their luster at that moment, his pupils were dilated, and his whole figure seemed to have had all its bones taken away, and he fell forward limply.
The broad-backed sword fell from his hand, and the blade hit the bluestone ground with a crisp sound. His body hit Gongliang Shu's feet, raising a small piece of dust.
A sword. A strong man Black Gold Rank Five-Star was pierced through the heart by a sword, shattering all the bones in his body, and died on the spot.
All the movements in the square stopped for a moment. The Witch Ghost Family masters who were besieging the worshipers took half a step back at the same time. The fingers holding their weapons unconsciously tightened, and their eyes fell on Shen Fei.
His figure paused slightly after the sword strike, Ink Cloud was lying in front of him, and the blood on the sword slipped from the edge and dripped on the ground.
His breathing was a bit heavier than usual. The sword strike just now consumed nearly one-third of the Soul Force, leaving a large piece of Dantian empty. However, he stood firm, with his back straight and his eyes calmly sweeping the entire place.
Xiao Ning'er also moved at the same time as he took action. Instead of finishing the attack, she flapped her wings, rose up from the ground, and cut into the formation of master Witch Ghost Family from the side.
The shadow of Wind-Thunder Sky Sparrow unfolded behind her, and lightning exploded from the edge of the wings. A Thunder Spear formed in her right hand. The gun body was compressed by dense lightning, and the tip of the gun glowed with a dazzling white light.
She flicked her wrist, and Thunder Spear came out. Instead of throwing it at the crowd, she pinned it accurately at the feet of a Black Gold Rank 4-Star master in the circle formation West Side who was about to sneak attack the worshiper.
Thunder Spear exploded, violent currents shot up from the ground, and the master was thrown away. The lightning penetrated his legs. When he landed, his legs had lost consciousness. He struggled to get up, but couldn't stand up.
Xiao Ning'er landed half a step beside Shen Fei, Wind-Thunder Wings gathered behind him, and the lightning crackled twice before completely dissipating.
Her breathing was a little faster than usual, but very steady, and her expression did not change. She just looked at the Witch Ghost Family masters in the square with a restrained coldness.
The square was quiet for two breaths. Witch Ghost Family The masters looked at each other, and no one rushed forward.
They looked at the corpse on the ground that was killed by a sword, looked at the companion whose legs were pierced by lightning, struggling on the ground, and then looked at the two people standing in front of the circular formation.
Shen Fei stood in front, with Ink Cloud lying beside him. The dark Spiritual Power thin armor was almost invisible in the morning light, but the heavy breath made the chests of those around him feel tight.
Xiao Ning'er stood behind him, Wind-Thunder Sky Sparrow's lightning danced on the edge of his wings, heating the surrounding air slightly.
The two people stood side by side, one dark and one green, their breaths were dark and sharp, like a wall that suddenly stood up, cutting off Witch Ghost Family's offensive in the middle.
Shen Fei spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but the square was very quiet, and every word came out clearly. "Sacred Family, Shen Fei, come to support."
Xiao Ning'er then spoke, her voice softer than Shen Fei, but equally clear. "Winged Dragon Family, Xiao Ning'er, come to support."
The names of the two people spread in the quiet Front Courtyard square, hitting the pillars and courtyard walls of the City Lord's Mansion, bringing back a short echo.
The masters of the Witch Ghost Family did not move, some tightened their weapons, and some took half a step back, their eyes scanning back and forth between the Ink Cloud in Shen Fei's hands and the thunder wings behind Xiao Ning'er.
In the circle of worshippers, Gongliang Shu was the first to react. He covered the wound on his right shoulder, turned his head and glanced at Shen Fei, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded slightly.
The other worshipers also breathed a sigh of relief, and their fingers holding their weapons loosened, but no one left their positions, and the position of the circular formation was still maintained.
There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and a figure slowly fell from the sky.
The moment Wu Hong landed, the bluestone floor of the City Lord's Mansion Front Courtyard cracked into a circle of spider web-like patterns.
He stood in the center of the crack. He was not particularly tall. He was half a head shorter than many Black Gold Rank masters present, and his shoulders were not too broad.
But when he stood there, the air in the entire square seemed to have been sucked out by something, and everyone's breathing was stagnant.
He was wearing a dark red suit, with black lines embroidered on the cuffs and collar, and a short sword hanging on his waist. There was no extra decoration on the scabbard, except for a dark golden animal head embedded at the end.
His face had no expression, his cheekbones were high, his eye sockets were deep, and his skin was whiter than ordinary people, with an unusual paleness, like someone who had not seen the light of day for a long time.
But his eyes are very bright, and the dark golden vertical pupils glow coldly in the morning light. They are exactly the same as the vertical pupils of Wu Man, except that the lines in the pupils are denser and heavier.
Shen Fei stood in front of the circular formation, with Ink Cloud lying beside him. The blood on the sword had not yet been wiped off. When he saw Wu Hong fall to the ground, his first reaction was to estimate the opponent's strength.
Legendary Rank 2-Star. He judged from the oppressive feeling that Wu Hong's aura was not released deliberately, but just standing there, the Spiritual Power waves naturally dissipating around him were already overwhelming all the Black Gold Rank masters in the square.
That sense of oppression is completely different from the pressure of Shen Hong. Although the pressure of Shen Hong is heavy, it still has a real feeling that people can withstand it.
Wu Hong's oppression comes from above, like a mountain slowly falling from the top of your head, approaching the top of your head inch by inch, making you want to bend down, bend your knees, and lower your head involuntarily.
That was the aura of Legend Rank, and the gap between Black Gold Rank was like an insurmountable gap.
The Witch Ghost Family masters behind Shen Fei were the first to react.
More than thirty people put away their weapons at the same time, retreated to the edge of the square, lined up in two rows, lowered their heads, and shouted in unison, "Congratulations to Wu Hong Steward for the successful breakthrough!"