Bang!

The feet were cracked on the ground, the mud and sand were rising, the body was shattered, and the sound waves were left far behind.

The scorching true energy attached to the body surface, rubbing violently with the air, bursting out dazzling fire.

In an instant, Yang Yu had already rushed over a hundred feet.

The long sword raised and the air flowed. Under the blessing of the true energy and blood, it looked like a red and golden dragon winding for more than ten feet and spread its fangs.

After the ghost and god shadow retreated, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword returned to silence, but for Yang Yu, it was enough.

He suddenly burst out without reservation. One sword contained the power of the ten dragons and ten elephants, the wonder of the nine kills of the blue dragon, the essence of the flying sword of a hundred steps, and the essence of the old mother's essence of the mountain splitting technique.

Even if Wei Zheng was in person, he would not have thought of getting out of nothing.

"The Nine Kills of Qinglong?!"

On the chariot, the old woman turned her head suddenly and looked at Yu Fengxian.

The latter looked stunned and confused.

This is what I taught him?

Zheng!

There seemed to be a knife flashing in my heart.

Zhang Lingfeng tried his best to open his eyes, but could not see anything. In this moment, his five senses were devastated and his perception of the outside world was completely cut off.

Night Demon Sword?!

He was shocked.

He wanted to retreat, but the knife came too quickly and too fiercely, so that he seemed to be stunned.

laugh!

With one knife, the light reappears.

Zhang Lingfeng's eyes cracked, and a sharp ripples whizzed from a hundred feet away, accompanied by a burst of air and thunder.

Divide the surface, air, and even everything that blocks the front into two!

Including his body!

Bang!

The sword light suddenly flashed and disappeared, accompanied by the sound boom that was rumbling like thunder and the storm of wind.

Dead, dead?!

Looking at the sword marks that never dissipated when the long sword was facing, inside and outside the plain, between the fog, everyone's eyes changed in an instant.

"Like a shadow, golden light curse, death-substitution technique..."

He shook the long knife and knocked out the floating golden light and wood chips. Yang Yu looked a little surprised.

Zhang Lingfeng was possessed of Taoism, so he naturally knew.

only……

Huh ~

The mud and sand surging and the wood chips flew, Zhang Lingfeng's roar was heard again:

"Diet, you really learned from my family's Invincible Tiangang, Qinglong Jiukill?!"

Another substitute for the dead wood man?!

Lin Qitian's face looked extremely ugly. This was the third time he had seen a sacking wooden man.

In the battle of Longyuan River, the reason why he retreated was because of the failure of this Mu Man in the substitute, and the unsuccessful attack with Wei Zhengxian was also because of it.

Now, looking at the flying of wood chips, even if he is a general who has fought for hundreds of times and a great master of martial arts, he can't help but feel a slight shake.

How can this be killed?!

"It's Taoism again!"

Wei Zhengxian's face looked a little ugly.

He is not without fighting against Taoist masters, but the Taoist master he had fought against was simply not worth mentioning in front of Zhang Lingfeng at this moment.

With the blessing of the Taoist temple, his Taoist skills reached an incredible level.

"Diet bastard?!"

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows, and his eyebrows were shining with a cold and solemn expression:

"You really think I can't kill you?"

The fog was boiling, and the ancient songs rang again. Zhang Lingfeng's face was ferocious. He didn't believe that his magical powers would suddenly lose their effectiveness.

boom!

The moment the sound wave echoed, Yang Yu burst out again, and the sword light was like a horse, cutting through the heavy Taoist fog and exploding and killing!

call!

Under the sharp sword light, Zhang Lingfeng's voice stopped abruptly, shocked and suspicious.

"you?!"

Bang!

The large airflow was slashed with one knife, and Yang Yu looked cold and merciless.

At this moment, a golden light flashed between his eyebrows, and his mind and eyes almost appeared in the world. Under the slightest movement, the endless Taoist fog returned to nothing.

When you look at people through the secluded view, you are looking at fate and soul.

The road fog can be covered, so how can it block Zhang Lingfeng's fate?!

"you……"

Zhang Lingfeng's expression changed drastically, and he performed like a shadow without thinking.

boom!

The smoke and dust surging and the earth cracked.

Less than a moment after landing, Yang Yu suddenly rose again. His eyes were like lightning, his sword was like thunder, and his blood dispelled the mist:

"Like a shadow?!"

Zhang Lingfeng had just appeared, and before he could stand still, he heard a fierce and sarcastic voice in his ears. Then, the terrifying sword light bombarded again.

"impossible?!"

His mind was shocked and he was almost shocked.

The return of the deadly soul-chasing magical power has made him feel uneasy. Now, seeing the sword light coming again, he can't help but feel a little frightened.

He can see me?!

impossible!

boom!

Yang Yu shook his feet and let out a long whistle, and the sound waves swayed like thunder and spread the mist.

He slashed horizontally with one sword, just like a storm that streaked across the sky, moving with his body, everything coming, and the huge force he had applied seemed endless.

As he stepped and moved, the qi burst and roared, and the real energy used by ordinary warriors to attack the enemy, and their inner breath attached to their body surface, restraining the powerful force that was about to burst.

boom!

boom!

No one could intervene in the confrontation between the two, and only the thunder bursts one after another, and two figures shuttled into the fog, as if they were ghosts.

quick!

quick!

The person is like thunder, and his speed is extremely fast. The sword light is scattered like a tide and waves. As he arrives, the battle circle is widened at a very fast speed.

Ten feet, dozens, hundreds, hundreds of feet!

At the end, in everyone's eyes, the sword light and shadow that was like a training actually enveloped a few miles in a radius!

Wherever the figures of the two appeared, they were shattered, and the plants, mud and stones, airflow and even more subtle things were shattering.

retreat!

retreat!

No one needed to speak, everyone in the mist was retreating in a mess, only Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian stood in the battle circle.

They had the ability to intervene, but in the mist, Zhang Lingfeng was like a ghost and a god, and they could not catch the change in their bodies.

"His power..."

Lin Qitian's expression was finally moved.
To be continued...