"Fai Yan." Feng Chonglei reminded Feng Feiyan, who was also stunned.

"Uh, brother, don't worry, there's my son." Feng Feiyan recovered and seemed very relaxed. She put the teapot on the table and got up and walked towards Chen Mo.

There was a conversation here, and the two people on the ring had already passed three or four moves.

I saw the two of them gathered together as if they had been imposed on a fixed body technique, without any movement, but the energy emitted by the two of them had already met each other in a short time.

Especially around Chen Jun, he was surrounded by a layer of golden talisman formation, which was obviously at a disadvantage.

"Bonebreaking Curse."

Chen Mo looked at the two people on the ring lightly. The talisman formation of the Shengming Sect was not uncommon for Zhou Mingxuan. This formation could crush the enemy's bones and shatter and die. If Chen Jun relaxed a little at this time, he would definitely be defeated.

It can be seen that Shen Yu's strength is more than one level higher than Chen Jun.

Sure enough, Chen Jun's arms gradually contracted, and his palms seemed to be under a burden of ten thousand pounds. The Xuangang Qi was trembling, and beads of sweat were overflowing on his forehead.

boom.

As Chen Jun tried his best to support his arms, the talisman array wrapped around him exploded. His feet were unbalanced, and he stepped back seven or eight steps. A string of clear footprints half an inch deep appeared wherever he swept. The man knelt on one knee and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Shen Yu was swept back by the energy and flipped over the air for a week before he landed on the ground and stood firm, and his feet cracked.
Chapter completed!