Boom——

He actually destroyed Changhong Guanri with one sword. Ling Nanfeng retreated and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth, which made many people sweat.

"Senior, take the elixir quickly." Ye Lan shouted.

Ling Nanfeng did not follow the instructions, but wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and killed with his sword. He no longer used the Tianqing Nine Swords, but simply fought with swordsmanship.

"Madman, madman, simply a madman." Someone exclaimed: "Ling Nanfeng actually wants to reach the threshold of semi-saint through fighting."

"Isn't this looking for death? If there is even the slightest mistake, you will not end up here."

The strong men in the Western camp are also paying attention to the battle.

The female angel said: "This man is very strong, be ready to kill him at any time."

"yes!"

Another angel hid himself and quietly entered the clouds on the battlefield, waiting for an opportunity to give Ling Nanfeng a fatal blow. It was impossible for them to let Ling Nanfeng survive. Even the Seraphim could fight against him and he was still so young.

, I am afraid that they will be their great enemy of Western civilization in the future.

Half an hour passed, and Ling Nanfeng was at a disadvantage, with dozens of horrific wounds on his body, but he still persisted in fighting, his eyes were still sharp, and the light of his sword was still terrifying.

Looking at the Seraphim again, his body was not good-looking either. His snow-white holy wings were cut off by Ling Nanfeng, and blood was flowing on his body. He was very angry. An Eastern ant who was hundreds of years younger than him forced him to

This point.

"Ant, I'm going to kill you."

The Seraphim was exposed, white power surged all over his body, and the pair of translucent wings behind him became more real.

"Ling Nanfeng, kill him now, hurry up, don't let him enter the Eight-Winged Angel." Someone shouted.

But Ling Nanfeng remained unmoved and stood calmly. He did not heal himself, but continued to wait for the other party's transformation.

The next moment, the seraph transformed into an eight-winged angel, four pairs of snow-white wings appeared, and power several times more terrifying than before surged out.

"Today, I will destroy you." The eight-winged angel rose into the sky and gathered his strength to strike with a sword.

Angel Judgment!!!

The red sword light split the sky and the earth, and the whole earth was trembling. This was a powerful attack from the semi-saint, and everyone's expressions changed.

You must know that the strongest person today is the Holy Lord, and the Half-Saint is the terrifying and powerful person second only to the Holy Lord today. A single blow with all his strength can destroy a county in an instant.

The Qi sword condensed by Ling Nanfeng's sword finger was still sharp, and he faced it decisively.

Rumble!!!

As the power spread, Ling Nanfeng's figure was like a falling black spot, blood spurted out from his mouth, and everyone saw that the air sword in his hand was broken.

"The Sword God's sword is broken."

"That's Ling Nanfeng's natal qi sword. If it breaks, it means he has fallen." Everyone was shocked.

At this time, everyone could not help but feel cold in their hearts. At the same time, they looked at Nie Lao, the Killing Saint. He seemed to be about to take action, and the terrifying sword intention was trembling.

"Hahaha, your sword is broken, what else are you using to kill me?" the eight-winged angel laughed ferociously.

Ling Nanfeng's body was injured and he looked forward calmly. Wind arose from the soles of his feet and turned into a sword light rising into the sky.
Chapter completed!