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The battle between the seven Undead Winged Flood Dragons and the Eight Spirit Tyrant was still in a stalemate. Ling Feng and the little princess quickly joined the fray, and in one second and three seconds, eight Spirit Tyrants were killed.

At this time, three black-clothed, tight-uniformed old men flew over from the distance. Those three were all fourth level Spirit Masters. They only needed to release their auras to force Ling'er and the other five summoned beasts to retreat.

One of them shouted, "Old Sixteenth, why didn't you fart and call us over earlier? Did you suffer a loss? "

The other person said, "Hmph, it was all because they wanted to monopolize the credit."

That Old Sixteen said, "Brothers, why are you still talking about this now? Brother Fifteen was done for by them. Hmph, are we going to let this grudge go just like that?"

The leading old man looked at Ling Feng sinisterly and said: "Of course we can't just let it go like this. Moreover, this brat is the one we have to deal with."

Upon seeing the last three, Ling Feng sucked in a breath of cold air, his scalp going numb as he thought to himself: "Oh my god, the ox boy that I met in Bingling City was so hard to deal with. At this time, three Spirit Masters as powerful as that guy came together."

The little princess who was standing beside Ling Feng said in a low voice, "You should leave first, I'll stop these old bastards."

How could the little princess be willing? Even if she were to die, she would die together with Ling Feng. This was something she had already thought countless times in her heart.

At this time, the four Spirit Masters had already formed a circle, occupying four corners and surrounding Ling Feng and the rest.

Ling Feng knew that there was no chance of winning against such a large group of enemies.

Suddenly, the summoned creatures and undead dispersed, and the Soul Chaser blade was retracted.

Ling Feng instantly hugged the Little Princess up to 300 meters in the air, and laughed: "You old guys can play by yourselves!"

The four Spirit Master Cultivators seemed to have reached a tacit understanding with their palms raised high, enveloping two kilometers in the air. With a loud 'boom', the four experts combined their attacks, causing the air to become turbulent, and a strong wind to sweep across the area.

Ling Feng hurriedly used his body to protect the little princess, using his back to resist the strong air force.

For a time, he felt as if he were suffocating, his face flushed red. The strong pressure from the surroundings caused Ling Feng's skeleton to creak. Luckily, his body hadn't been destroyed by the dragon blood.

However, such a powerful attack power was not something an ordinary person could handle. With a "Wow" sound, Ling Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his flying speed immediately slowed down.

The little princess was so anxious that she started crying, "Brother Feng, how are you?" As she spoke, she wiped away the blood from the corner of Ling Feng's mouth.

At this time, Ling Feng carried the little princess and flew out of the attack range of the four Spirit Master Cultivators. He thought to himself: "This time, it's safe, we won't die!"

All of a sudden, an old man yelled, "You think this will be all right, Ling?"

The elder actually flew straight towards Ling Feng, while the other three elders ran on the ground, vowing to capture Ling Feng.

He actually had wings!

Ling Feng was screaming for suffering, he never thought that the enemy would have such a hidden method.

At this moment, Ah Lei and Jiao Xing appeared, and Ling Feng ordered Jiao Xing to quickly fly away with the little princess to hide. Although the little princess was extremely unwilling, she couldn't do anything while being carried on the back of the little princess, and she also knew that there was nothing she could do in the air.

The four experts ignored the Little Princess. Ling Feng was their true target. As long as they could capture him, it would be their first merit.

The old man in the air condensed a huge wave of energy that covered hundreds of meters in radius, bringing with it the sound of something tearing through the air, causing Lingfeng's eardrums to hurt.

The old man in the air was getting closer and closer to Lingfeng, and the storm attacks were getting closer and closer. Lingfeng could feel his body being swept into the center of the whirlwind.

Suddenly, Lei used his strong defensive power to block behind Lingfeng, and fearlessly welcomed the incoming wind wave.

The old man shouted, "The dragon race is strong, but you are not strong enough." A streak of silver light flew out from his hand and struck towards Thunder.

At the same time, he used his own body to block the wind wave attack.

He only saw the dragon's body being swept by the wind, which left behind a few huge bloodstains. As for the lightning, it did not manage to block the old man's attack, and was instead hit by the dragon's tail.

The dragon's tail was like steel, but the old man's attack was even more powerful, causing the old man to let out a thunderous roar in pain.

However, this was also a chance for Lingfeng to escape. He had already distanced himself from the old man by two thousand meters.

Ah Lei no longer had the strength to fight. He returned to Ling Feng's spiritual sea, his spirit dispiritedly resting in space.

Ling Feng mustered up his strength and continuously dashed forward in the dark night.

But how could the other elder give up so easily?

At this time, a thousand meter tall cliff appeared in front of him. Ling Feng, who was already exhausted, looked at the cliff that was blocking his path, gritted his teeth and flew up, wanting to flip over it.

However, the old man laughed out loud. "Haha, you're finally going to be caught by me, right? I'll see how much strength you still have to run. "

Ling Feng seemed to have fainted, jumping over the cliff with the last of his strength. Behind the cliff, there were even more cliffs, continuously rising and falling; one could not see the end of them.

However, the old man had already caught up. With another huge shock wave, Ling Feng was no longer able to dodge. The shock wave solidly swept across half of his body, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. He no longer had the strength to support the eagle king's wings.

The pair of wings disappeared from Ling Feng's back, and Ling Feng fell down the cliff drowsily.

"… …"

"Daddy, is he alright?"

"Strange, why is this person's recovery rate so strong? His body is so damaged, yet he still hasn't died yet!"

"Dad, look, he actually woke up."

Ling Feng opened his eyes and heard the sound of flowing water beside him. The sky was bright, and there were around ten people either squatting or standing in front of him. A young girl and an old man were kneeling beside him.

Ling Feng reluctantly parted his lips, "Yes, yes. Thank you for saving me."

The old man laughed: "It was not us who saved you, it was you who saved yourself. I'm sorry to say that two days ago, we had something to do, and found you lying on the shore of this water. You must have floated down from the river, and by then, you were already dying.

We all thought you couldn't live, so we walked away. "Who would have thought that after two days, we would return and you would actually recover on your own. You sure are lucky."

Ling Feng tried to get up, but he only used half of his strength, and was no longer able to hold on as he fell down once more.

The old man quickly led the group to cut down some branches and set up a stretcher, lifting Lingfeng up.

A young man said, "Young man, where is your home? We'll send you back. It should be much safer to have your family take care of you. "