Immediately, with a sharp look in his eyes, he stepped over and hit the edge of Shen Yuan's ancient sword. The tyrannical force suppressed it like a magic mountain.

"Go to hell."

Chang Feng formed a palm print at the speed of lightning and struck Zhang Ruochen's head.

"Wow——"

Zhang Ruochen disappeared from the spot again, dodging Shang Feng's killing move.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared more than thirty feet away from Chang Feng, half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily. The previous confrontations were dangerous and dangerous. Even if his speed was half a moment slower, he

He will also be killed by Shang Feng.

Even though he made precise calculations and stopped every move as soon as it was ready, and immediately used space to move away to escape, he still suffered some internal injuries from the force of Chang Feng's palm.

The black skeleton climbed up and returned to Zhang Ruochen's side. A pair of evil will-o'-the-wisp eyes stared at Shang Feng opposite him.

At this moment, Chang Feng felt extremely weak, as if he had suddenly aged two hundred years. This feeling of weakness was even more uncomfortable for him than the injuries inside his body.

"how so?"

There was a look of fear in Shang Feng's eyes, her body was trembling slightly, and she was even a little unsteady on her feet.

Unlike the weak Chang Feng, Zhang Ruochen was full of fighting spirit. He raised the ancient Shen Yuan sword in his hand, stared at the time mark on the sword body, and said lightly: "It is the power of time."? Previously, Zhang Ruochen's that

The swords were not meant to kill Chang Feng at all, but to strike one time mark after another on Chang Feng's body, cutting off his longevity and making him weak.

Now that the overall situation has been decided, Zhang Ruochen told the secret.

"Emperor Yi, go ahead and kill him."

Zhang Ruochen said in a rather indifferent voice.

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Chapter completed!