After transmigrating into Sword Spirit: The villain obediently comes to my bowl

In Jinghong's clear and bright eyes, a flame of anger was burning,

There was a flash of light in her hand, and the purple spirit fire was beating at her fingertips,

Even in the sea of ​​fantasy, the purple spirit fire is still burning,

She looked at Fenglin coldly and said, "Soon, I will let you know who turned into delicious food?"

The moment Fenglin and Fengfeng saw the Purple Spirit Divine Fire, a trace of solemnity flashed in their small silver eyes,

They looked at each other, and the tacit understanding for many years made them instantly understand each other's thoughts.

Nine long tails, constantly swinging in the sea,

The figures of Feng Ling and Style rushed towards Dongfang Yu and Jinghong,

At the same time, he shouted loudly: "The ninth-level golden dragon fish will be handed over to you, enjoy your delicacy to the fullest!"

The kamikaze fishes all around swung their tails, swarming towards Jin Shining like the wind...

The purple spirit divine fire in Jinghong's hand changed according to Jinghong's will, turning into a burning fire net, covering Dongfang Yu and Jin Shanshan's sides,

"what!"

The kamikaze fish hit the Ziling Shenhuo net, screaming one after another, and some kamikaze fish, the speed of avoiding was slowed down by a step, and they were burned to ashes...

For a moment, the sea water in the fantasy sea was filled with the smell of grilled fish.

Style and Fenglin looked at what happened in amazement, Fenglin's voice trembled, "Brother, fortunately you stopped me in time, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be entangled by that purple fire."

The silver fish eyes flickered, staring at the purple fire net vigilantly, it looked at Feng Lin and said

"Human cultivators, with this mysterious fire net, we can't do anything to them, but Wusu will definitely be able to break through that purple fire net."

Feng Lin nodded, and said excitedly: "Brother, we will summon Wusu through sound transmission, let him break through this mysterious purple flame net, and then we will divide human cultivators and Wusu equally."

Style looked up to the sky and let out a scream, which resounded in the sea water of the illusion, where the sound waves passed, layers of huge waves splashed...

Dongfang Yu looked at Jinghong and said, "Jinghong, they seem to be calling for their companions."

Jinghong said with a smile: "It's just right, a few more, our upgraded version of Drunken Spirit will come in handy."

A smile flashed across Dongfang Yu's dark eyes, he looked at Jinghong and said, "I want to practice with those two brave fish first."

Jinghong smiled slightly, "Go ahead, be more careful."

Dongfang Yu summoned the Silver Slashing Excalibur, stepping out of the mysterious fire net, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, looked at Style and Fenglin and said: "Bold little fish, I will practice with you."

Style and Windscale's small silver eyes burn with rage, and they think their dignity is being challenged,

Their tails swung extremely fast in the sea water, as arrows rushed towards Dongfang Yu from left to right.

Dongfang Yu's figure flickered and he used the free and easy swordsmanship. The agile and elegant swordsmanship was not affected at all in the deep sea water.

Shuttle between style and wind scales with ease,

From time to time, a sword is given to them,

The speed of Wind Scale and Style is used to the limit, only the afterimage left by Dongfang Yu can be captured...

The small golden eyes shone with admiration, and said excitedly: "Boss, brother Yu is so fast!

Don't talk about those two little fishes, even I can't keep up with Brother Yu's speed...

"what!!!"

Windscale's small silver eyes turned blood red with anger,

Two of its beautiful tails were cut off,

The remaining tail of Wind Scale was shining brightly, slowly spinning in the water, its speed increased suddenly,

On the top of its head grew a long horn, the pitch-black horn shone with icy light,

The small blood-red eyes with the momentum to pierce everything rushed towards him like lightning,

Dongfang Yu's black eyes looked at the dark, cold horns,

The light under its feet flickered, and its speed increased by three points,

The black horn that grows on the top of Fenglin's head can be seen to be highly poisonous.

I was accidentally stabbed by him, even if I didn't die, I would still be poisoned...

Dongfang Yu clenched the Silver Slashing Excalibur in his hand, and cast Jinghong Thirteen Swords, and his dantian circulated vigorously,

The light on the tip of the Silver Slashing Excalibur flickered, instantly condensing nine clusters of shattering flames,

The moment the white flame appeared, the seawater of the phantom sea around it was burnt out, wisps of white smoke spread in the phantom sea,

Dongfang Yu's black eyes narrowed, the silver slashing sword in your hand met you, Fenglin's black horns gleaming with cold light...

Fenglin's small eyes were full of horror, he looked at the nine balls of white flames in awe,

It just used his innate skills in anger, and with a fatal blow, the speed reached its limit,

Don't say you want to escape, even if you want to slow down your speed, it's impossible.

It can only pray in its heart at this moment. Its defense of the ninth-level beast can withstand the white flame...

When the nine burning flames approached the wind scales, they spun suddenly, forming a flame vortex,

In a short moment, the wind scales were wrapped in it...

"what!!!"

The screams in the whirlpool of white flames continued to ring out,

Its body is constantly struggling in the fire, trying to escape from the encirclement of white flames...

In just a short moment, Fenglin's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared...

The white flame dissipated, leaving only a one meter long black horn in the water.

Dongfang Yu's gaze fell on the long horn, and a trace of surprise flashed across his dark eyes,

The fire of the broken ruins did not burn it into nothingness, it looked like a good thing!

Style widened its small eyes, watching in disbelief, everything that happened in front of it,

Seeing the black horn floating in the water, which belongs to the core of kamikaze power,

It wailed "Windscale."

It is full of sadness in the sound, he and Fenglin are in the fantasy sea, they depend on each other for tens of thousands of years,

Unexpectedly, all the wind scales would fall here and be burned into nothingness, leaving only a death horn,

They are kamikaze fish, the core of power, condensed on the one-meter-long death horn,

The pitch-black color proves that it is highly poisonous, not to mention being stabbed by him,

Even if the skin is scratched a little by it, it will be poisoned and die...

Nine tails spun rapidly behind him, its figure was like a lightning bolt,

Desperately rushing toward the horn of death,

That is the only thing that Fenglin left in the world to prove its existence, no matter what it wants to snatch it!

There was a flash of light in Dongfang Yu's hand, and a light blue ice ball hit the black long horn, instantly freezing the black long horn in it, and putting it into the blue arrow...

Style stared blankly, the black long horns that were close at hand disappeared,

The small silver eyes were burned into blood red by the anger, and he roared loudly:

"Human cultivator, hand over Fenglin's death horn!"

Dongfang Yu looked at it coldly and said: "Don't you also have the death horn? Why don't you use it?

Maybe there is still a chance to be with the little fish from before,

After all, it hasn't been a long time since it left..."