On the border of Lintang City.

Above the clouds, a huge green shadow swept across the sky, flapping its wings vigorously, stirring up a strong wind, and in the blink of an eye it flashed forward hundreds of meters.

On the back of the green shadow, Yi Yu looked around vigilantly with a serious expression.

There was nothing in the sky except the floating clouds.

It seemed like Zhou Ping had given up chasing them. Even when they were about to fly out of the edge of Lintang City, he still did not show up...

But even so, Yiyu did not relax at all, because the feeling of uneasiness and fear of having a sword hanging over his head still made his body tremble uncontrollably.

Not being able to see Zhou Ping made him even more frightened.

bite--!!

Invisible sound waves came from behind, and a ray of sword energy instantly pierced through the space and slashed on the left wing of the Wind Vein Earth Dragon!

Yi Yu only felt a flash of white light, and the Wind Vein Earth Dragon roared in pain. With just this ray of sword energy, two-thirds of its left wing had been cut off. The cut was extremely smooth and blood spurted out.

The Wind Vein Earth Dragon lost its center of gravity and tilted to one side. Fortunately, the strong wind supported its body and it did not lose control directly. Instead, it continued to fly forward staggeringly.

There was another soft sound.

The second wisp of sword energy came whistling.

Yi Yu turned his head with an ugly look on his face, his black tuxedo fluttering in the wind. He stretched out a hand, and a brilliant and psychedelic light bloomed from his palm, trying to wrap up the sword energy.

"Nightmare." He muttered to himself.

The psychedelic light moved rapidly, and in a trance, it seemed as if one bizarre world after another was born in the light, forcibly swallowing up the sword energy.

The man standing on the back of the Wind Dragon groaned, his face turned pale, and blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth, nose, and ears...

Using a real nightmare to forcibly swallow this ray of sword energy caused great backlash to his body.

The sword energy of the Sword Master is not so easy to receive.

"Hmm?" Zhou Ping's surprised voice came from the air. He stared at the two figures rushing away and muttered to himself, "Let me see, how many of my swords can you take?"

Ding ding ding ding!!!

Several consecutive sword sounds swept across the sky, and the overflowing sword intent directly tore the thick clouds in the path into pieces, and the invisible murderous intent enveloped the entire sky!

Two of the sword energies actively slashed into the psychedelic light and shattered it.

puff--!

Yayu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His mind seemed to be turned into a paste by the two sword energies. His consciousness became blurred and he couldn't even stand steadily.

Black blood began to flow from all his seven orifices.

A look of despair appeared in the whispering eyes.

There is no escape...

There's no way to escape if this goes on!

"Turn back and fight him!!" There was a gleam in Yiyu's eyes and he spoke through gritted teeth.

The wind-veined earth dragon under his feet froze, instinctively resisting the order. However, under the control of the soul contract, it still chose to turn around, roared, and fiercely charged towards the sword energy!

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

It opened its mouth, and a green gale brewed in front of it, then gushed out accompanied by a dragon's roar!

[Soul Gangfeng] made the sword energies ripple slightly, but it could not slow down their speed at all. The huge sword energy slashed on the body of the Wind Vein Earth Dragon, leaving several deep blood marks in an instant!

The sword energy raged in the body of the Wind Vein Earth Dragon, and the severe pain made it forget its flying instinct, and its huge body fell uncontrollably.

Its breath is extremely weak.

When Zhou Ping saw this scene, his brows furrowed slightly. He stepped across the space and came to the bottom of the falling wind vein earth dragon.

If such a huge earth dragon fell back into the city, it would inevitably cause a large number of casualties and cause panic. He couldn't let this happen...

"Then, let's chop it down until there's nothing left..."

Zhou Ping held the [Dragon Elephant Sword] in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, he looked up at the huge earth dragon falling from the sky, a sword sounded, and the sword energy tide exploded with him as the center.

He raised his hand.

Facing the wind vein earth dragon above,

A sword is slashed out!

Countless fine sword Qis, like waves splashing on rocks, instantly enveloped the body of the Wind Vein Earth Dragon. In the thick and dense sword Qi like fog, blood began to spread at an alarming speed!

Every dragon scale, every tooth, and every claw of the Wind Vein Earth Dragon were like white paper thrown into a shredder and were easily chopped into pieces.

The wind-veined earth dragon, whose body was as big as half a mountain, began to mysteriously dissipate in the air.

Three seconds later, the Wind Vein Earth Dragon's body had disappeared.

The blood mist slowly dissipated with the breeze.

Zhou Ping raised his head and looked to the other side. Under the empty sky, there was no longer any whispering figure. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“He actually ran away…”

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manor.

Shen Qingzhu walked along the corridor on the first floor. After leaving the scene of the Twelve Seats' death, he placed the radio on a windowsill, made sure that no one was around, and said:

"Can you hear me?"

Sizzle...

The radio started working again.

"Can."

This time, the originally deep and magnetic male voice disappeared and was replaced by the voice of a girl.

By adjusting the magnetic field of the radio, Jiang Er can freely control the voice and simulate anyone's voice.

"Can Lin Qiye and the others hear it too?"

"Yes, they are right next to me." Jiang Er paused, "They asked me to say hello to you, Agent Zhage."

The corners of Shen Qingzhu's mouth slightly raised.

"We'll talk about the past later. Have you found where the third seat is?"

"He is seriously injured next to the underground altar. We are on our way there."

"He was seriously injured..." Shen Qingzhu seemed to be thinking, "What about the ninth seat? You didn't attack him, did you?"

"He was also on his way to the underground altar, and we deliberately avoided his route."

"Okay, I'm closest to the underground entrance, I'll go there first and we'll see what happens when the time comes."

Shen Qingzhu put the radio aside and walked into the underground passage.

After Zhou Ping slashed the altar with a sword, the entire underground space was in a mess, the air was filled with dust, and even the vision was a little blurry.

As Shen Qingzhu walked down, he looked around intently. In the hazy dust, the huge gray altar had been cut in half from the center, and at the foot of the altar, a figure was standing there.

Third seat.

When Shen Qingzhu saw this scene, his brows furrowed slightly.

The altar has been chopped down, and the third seat is still left underground. What does it want to do?

"Cough cough..." The pale-faced third seat looked at the altar in front of him and coughed twice. Then he noticed the movement coming from the stairs and turned around to look.

After seeing that it was Shen Qingzhu, his expression eased a lot.

"What's the situation outside?" asked the third seat.

Shen Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, "Everything is under control!"

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