"Boom~~~"

The folded wave banner rolled over the blade like a dimensional slash, stirring up a shining explosion of light.

"Swish!Swish!Swish~~~"

In the messy and floating blade light, Chen Feng moved closer. The target was not the woman protected by the black-faced old man. He slashed at the sword energy of the old man, and it was not until this time that he showed his true murderous intent.

Although the black-faced old man showed a look of horror, his figure holding the folded wave banner was very flexible. As Chen Feng held the small sword, his steps were mysterious. His figure was rising and falling, and he was moving and retreating for a while, making it difficult for him to succeed.

"I am really capable. It's not easy for you to kill me." After the black-faced old man injected spiritual power into the folded wave banner in his hand, he decisively dispersed the triangle banner and quickly took out two handguard hooks from the storage bag.

"Huh~~~"

The layers of waves were transformed into a banner, as if Tao Xuan was sweeping towards Chen Feng. At the same time, the old man actually started to fight him in Tao Xuan with two handguard hooks.

"Clang!Clang!Clang~~~"

Chen Feng held a small sword and a skillful fan, and the sound of attacking the weapons that the black-faced old man slashed constantly, and traces of light were tearing out with the splashing Mars.

If it weren't for Chen Feng's puppet silk with a bubbly belt like a twist, constantly resisting the spiral of the flag, he would have suffered a great loss.

"This little old man is so strong that he can't take it..."

Chen Feng was like a ferocious beast, holding a sword in his hand, and although he was unrestrained, he was unable to cause harm to the old man for a long time, and his heart began to be secretly anxious.

Including the young woman in red who was killed in the Steaming Desert, the four of Mu Jing's nine sons had already died at the hands of Chen Feng.

However, the remaining five are very difficult to kill. This black-faced old man who fought with Chen Feng in close combat is an extremely difficult character.

The old dwarf man, the old woman, and a young man who looked deep and didn't get too close to each other, Chen Feng had also seen it in Mujing Sea. As for the young woman who was injured by the little sword, he had already discharged him out.

However, Chen Feng quickly learned a lesson after underestimating the woman who was hit by the sky-bombing cannon.

"Huh~~~"

Just as Chen Feng was in the midst of the spiral of silk and was in danger of fighting with the black-faced old man, the woman with a obviously dim vision actually burned and began to merge with the golden scissors.

"Swoosh!"

In an instant, the golden scissors seemed to be injected with extremely powerful spirituality, converging into sharp golden condensed light, and directly gushed into the spiral of the silk toward Chen Feng Lingyu.

"Bang~~~"

Chen Feng blocked the enlarged Tiangong clever fan at the black-faced old man, and shaking the small sword in his left hand and collided with Jin Jian Guanghua.

The little sword broke the blood-colored wound power and the falling god poison gas that broke out, but Chen Feng's face changed, and he stood up with the impact of the spiral of waves and quickly escaped from it.

"Boom~~~"

Chen Feng, who had finally escaped the crisis of the explosion of the power of injury, had not yet had time to take a breath, but the short dwarf old man punched him like a cannonball and knocked him down like a cannonball.

"There are too few treasures, and there is a gap in strength, so I can't get it..." Chen Feng, who was bent in front of him, and his back hit the broken Muxue Peak. While panting, his body even began to evaporate with a hot aura. It was obviously caused by the spiritual energy that was urging too much and was constantly traumatized.

Compared to the tomboy who just killed Huanxin, the tomboy and the five remaining people of Mu Jing’s nine sons all have powerful cultivation in the Zhongtian realm. In addition, because they also have ancient treasures, it is really difficult for Chen Feng to fight them down.

"It's so ugly. Have you been driven to death by these few people?" The black-faced old man put on a stack of wave banners and rolled up the blood-scarred power and the poisonous gas of the fallen god, and a faint and crisp word sounded in Chen Feng's abdomen.

"Help, these guys are really strong, hurry up and find a way to get the three of us to run away." Chen Feng obviously brought Tu Dasheng and Ruan Yun with him.

"It may be difficult for you to escape now. Although the cultivators in the life and death realm of major sects have not appeared, they have already closed one world. Once you want to escape, you will definitely be blocked and impacted." The crisp sound of the ancient tree stump seemed to be in no way sure.

"Do you want me to fight the beasts? I have no means anymore. It is very difficult to recover from my injuries. How to deal with the wheel battle of so many powerful monks." In the Canling Mountains, a man in black robe holding a giant cross sword could even injure the ancient tree stump. Chen Feng naturally would not hope that she could settle all these enemies.

"If you want to ask for vitality, you have to rely on yourself. Although Xin'er can't help you directly, she can help you change the silent state of the wilted bracelet. At a critical moment, I can even help you communicate with the vanishing domineering spirits..." Before the ancient tree stump finished speaking, Chen Feng, who was panting in the pit of the peak body, began to vomit, bringing an extremely tired feeling to outsiders.

"Vomit~~~"

Until Chen Feng vomited out the actual earrings, many powerful monks with shocked expressions felt that this dangerous guy might have to take out the treasure again.
Chapter completed!