Although it was two or three hundred meters away, Su Peng still saw clearly that the middle-aged warrior in blue was about forty-five years old and looked a little thin, but his martial arts skills were extremely powerful. He still stood firm under the attacks of twelve mummies and those white-clothed sorcerers and the True God Cult sorcerers.

This person's martial arts are also very special. He is holding a purple sword in his hand. Every time he shoots a sword, a phantom of more than five meters will be brought out. The phantom is attached to the purple sword, but it is invisible but has a tangible substance. The mummy swept by the phantom of the sword will be hit in a short time, so this middle-aged blue-clothed warrior can persist until now.

However, although this blue-clothed warrior had a powerful sword move, Su Peng always felt that this person was a little weak, with a slightly weak step, as if he didn't have much strength. Although he would not lose in a short period of time, it seemed that he could not last long.

"Is it from Zixiamen?!!"

When Su Peng saw the man's sword move, hesitated and thought.

The middle-aged warrior in green clothes with a phantom sword move was definitely not the sword aura, but it was a bit like the sword intent martial arts, but Su Peng was not sure.

But the man's blue shirt made Su Peng feel very familiar, very much like the one he wore, but from a distance, the style was a little different.

Seeing this person being besieged by Yang Xi's guards and the mummies, Su Peng felt a little anxious. He jumped directly, flew up to the iron chain bridge, and flew along the iron chain towards the isolated Shizhu Mountain.

This iron cable bridge is nearly 300 meters long and five or six meters wide, which is very wide. The iron cable is very wide, about 30 to 40 centimeters thick, enough for people to settle down, but it is just shaking. If the body is not good, I dare not walk up.

However, this was completely fine for Su Peng. The two body techniques he practiced could regard this terrain as flat ground. Su Peng's body flew and flew past the iron chain.

Soon, Su Peng had already passed half of the iron chain bridge.

At this time, President Yang Xi, who was besieging the middle-aged warrior in green, also found that Su Peng had arrived here. She turned around and shouted. Immediately, four or five white-clothed warriors turned around and kept mobilizing various magical methods to shoot at Su Pengji who was advancing on the iron chain bridge.

Su Peng snorted coldly, the internal force of Nine Yang was released, and there were no particularly pricking figures among the white-clothed warlocks. The ice bombs, fireballs, fire rain, wind blades were blown away by Su Peng's internal force before they even touched Su Peng.

Su Peng took this opportunity and advanced ten meters again. He was about to rush to the lonely peak of Shizhu.

"It's all waste!"

On the lonely peak of Shizhu, a white-clothed warlock of fifty years old with a slightly white hair on his head shouted, and he saw it. He waved his hands and two purple and green swords in his back immediately flew out of the scabbard.

Su Peng looked at it and his pupils shrank slightly. These two swords, one purple and one green, were a bit like the legendary swords of the two.

The white-clothed warlock in his fifties was muttering words. The smell of thunder and burnt began to appear in the air. The magic energy was concentrated on the two purple-green swords flying in the air. The swords seemed to be filled with wind and thunder. Not only was there lightning flashing around the sword body, but it also controlled the wind, and the speed was much faster.

But how can everything in the world be as he wishes?

But in the thunder net on the iron chain bridge, Su Peng's body broke through it directly, continued to step on the void, and attacked the lonely peak of the stone pillar.

In fact, Su Peng is not without trouble. The thunder net is powerful. Su Peng's body felt half paralyzed in an instant, and he almost said it.

However, the internal strength that Su Peng practiced is one of the few top-level internal strength in the world. Since it is top-level internal strength, it will naturally not be so weak.

If it is ordinary internal strength, the thunder net just now will be enough to shake off the internal force and make Su Peng fall into the abyss. However, the internal strength of the Nine Yang is extraordinary, and even if his body is paralyzed, it will still be running.

Although Su Peng's body was paralyzed for a moment, the internal force of the Nine Yang immediately stimulated Su Peng's body to return to normal, and the thunder and lightning forces were driven out of the body.

However, although he had the internal power of Jiuyang, Su Peng's hair stood up when he was traveling through the Thunder Net, and it was still emitting a burnt smell at this moment, and even a tuft of hair stood so silently under the action of static electricity.

However, Su Peng's Lingyun Flying Technique was not affected and he continued to rush forward.

Su Peng's body flew in the air, but his gaze and consciousness locked on the middle-aged white-clothed warlock who attacked him with the purple and green swords.

"It's not polite to come but not come!"

Su Peng thought in his heart, and at the same time, a phantom that merged the sword intent and internal force shot at the middle-aged white-clothed warlock.

Sword Intention and Martial Arts...the glimpse of the glory!

The middle-aged man in white standing on the edge of the lonely peak of the stone pillar was very foresighted. After his purple and green swords failed to make a contribution, he was already expected that he must be Su Peng's first target of attack.

So, while he vomited blood, his hand reached into his arms and felt a magic weapon to save his life.

However, he did not expect that Su Peng's revenge came so quickly that the other party even had not even landed on Shizhu Gufeng, the revenge came.

But this person reacted very quickly. Almost instantly, he activated the life-saving magic weapon in his hand.

"Swish!"

In an instant, a light yellow magic shield appeared from him, as if he wanted to block Su Peng's floating sword technique for him.

This middle-aged white-clothed sorcerer was very confident in his life-saving magic weapon. This thing had saved his life more than once. Its strength was even within the shooting of thousands of arrows, and it could withstand a certain period of time. Su Peng shot out just a phantom, and he was confident that he could still block it.

However, he immediately realized that he had thought it was wrong.

"Click!"

A sound seemed to be the sound of glass breaking, and it rang in front of this person.

The pale yellow cover that appeared around him was like glass, and was instantly broken through by Su Peng's flashing sword technique.

However, the phantom of the sword technique, the light yellow cover seemed to have become even lighter, but it still hit the middle-aged warlock in white.

The middle-aged warlock in white cried out without even making a scream, but turned into a rolling gourd, and was knocked away with blood.

It was just his magic weapon, after all, that blocked the phantom of the Sword Technique of the Floating Light, so he did not turn into a human skin sack, but he was also ignorant of life and death.

At this time, Su Peng had already flew in the air for several consecutive times and came to the lonely peak of the stone pillar.

At this moment, the middle-aged young warrior surrounded by twelve mummies, used his sword with purple phantoms and forced him to retreat. He happened to see the phantom that Su Peng had just released.

He was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted and said:
Chapter completed!