On the city wall, Bai Xiaotian and the other two were temporarily ignored. After all, none of them were as good as the Taiyi realm's cultivation level and could not pose a threat at all.

Watching the Black Lotus Taoist go far away, Yao Feng's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly looked at his sleeves. He saw a large golden light suddenly lit up inside his sleeves.

It began to expand violently as it rolled, and it had increased by more than ten times in a flash. Judging from the appearance outline, a thick giant pillar trace was suddenly revealed. "This is..."

Fu Tu was flirting with his eyebrows, and saw Yao Feng's face turned extremely ugly. "I can't stop it anymore, that guy discovered the weakness of the Qiankun robe."

Yao Feng shouted softly, raised his sleeve and swung forward. He saw a flash of light on his sleeve. A golden pillar that was ten feet long and more than 10 feet thick opened a hole. A figure flashed out from it and instantly flew a hundred feet away.

After escaping, Chen Luo raised his hand and the Xuanhuang Qi stick quickly shrank, drew an arc in the air, and flew back to Chen Luo's hand. "How did you find out?" Yao Feng asked coldly with his sleeves.

"What's the difficulty? Every time I attack with a battle knife, the sword light can always be put into practice. Although it cannot break through the universe in your sleeve, as long as it can be put into practice, there must be boundaries.

But when I investigate myself, I feel like I am in nothingness and endless. It can be seen that your magical power space is only targeting living creatures, and it is not boundless for magic weapons or attack magic."

Chen Luo sneered and said, "So that's it." Yao Feng nodded and said.

The moment he finished speaking, a string of rosary beads on his wrist suddenly broke, and eleven black rosary beads flew out instantly and shot towards the sinking.

Shen Luo's eyes condensed, and he saw that the eleven rosary beads looked dull and had nothing strange, but he did not relax and carelessly. With a wave of his hand, eleven Pure Yang Flying Swords rushed out and targeted them one by one.

However, just as the rosary approached, a light suddenly lit up on it, the flight trajectory changed, and the speed doubled. He directly avoided the Chunyang Flying Sword and rushed straight to Shen Luo.

The moment the rosary approached, an extremely sharp aura burst out from it. "Sword Pill!" Chen Luo thought about it and immediately knew what that thing was.

When he said that, the Xuanhuang Qi stick in his hand quickly rotated, and dense stick shadows enveloped the eleven sword balls.

A sharp sound of "clang". The eleven sword balls flashed, turning into eleven sharp small swords, easily passing through the dense stick shadows.

That kind of passing through is not through the gaps of the stick shadow, but through the stick shadow itself, and also through the body of the Xuanhuang Qi stick. The stick body does not block it at all.

Before Chen Luo could react, the flying swords had already reached the center of his eyebrows. In a hurry, Chen Luo had no time to use other means, so he could only urge the protective light to welcome the attack with the body of the peak Taiyi powerhouse.

Seeing this scene, Yao Feng immediately smiled as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy. He heard a "puff" sound!

Eleven black swords shot into the middle of his eyebrows one after another, and his Taiyi body was penetrated like paper in front of him.

When Chen Luo realized that these eleven sword pills were "heart swords" refined by Yao Feng from the souls of others, and he could directly ignore the defense and attack his soul, it was too late.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, eleven black flying swords flew past, and immediately tore open eleven huge holes.

An indescribable pain spread from the depths of the soul, and his eyes suddenly dissipated. He felt that his soul seemed to have been divided into twelve pieces, and his mind could not be concentrated.

"Just kill him now." Yao Feng withdrew his heart sword and roared. The futu, which had already jumped to the top of his head, fell like a cannonball, and his black robe flew up, revealing a body with a muscle swelling to an exaggerated extent below.

One of his arms had a knotted muscles, and it was covered with dark red luster. Demon runes entangled on it, emitting an extremely strong demonic energy. Beyond his fist, a black fist shadow condensed.

Above the fist shadow, an extremely terrifying pressure was condensed. Under his fist, the void was compressed and sunken, and tiny black space cracks were everywhere, with the power to tear the void. At this moment, the sinking soul suffered a severe injury, and its body was still in a stiff state. It was impossible to avoid this terrifying punch.

"Hundred Cliffs!"

Fu Tu shouted loudly, and his fist hit his sinking head with a punch.

A trace of hideousness flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen the bloody scene where the other party's head was smashed into pieces by his own punch.

At this moment, Shen Luo's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his aura suddenly surged. He put away Xuan Huang's Qi stick, raised Minghong's sword with one hand, and slashed diagonally upwards with the force of Liao Tian.

A loud sound of the knife sounded, and a green sword light suddenly burst out from his hand, slashing towards Futu for a hundred feet.

The latter was surprised that Chen Luo suddenly escaped, but he was not panicked. The punching force did not diminish at all, and he had no intention of restraining it. He hit Shen Luo strongly.

A "boom" sounded. The green sword light burst out in response to the sound, and Fu Tu's fist pressed down all the way, and the surface burned with raging flames, constantly eroding the black demonic energy wrapped in the outside.

When his fist hit the tip of Minghong's sword, the black demonic energy had been exhausted. A sharp sound of "clang" sounded.

The long sword in Shen Luo's hand shook violently, and the blade's body trembled continuously. An extremely powerful force penetrated through his body, causing his bones to make a "click" sound.

His feet immediately made two loud "bang" sounds, directly exploding two violent waves of air, breaking all the stone slabs on the ground within a radius of more than ten feet, and flew out.

Fu Tu's power was also exhausted at this time, and his body flew backwards, setting a distance from Shen Luo.

Shen Luo's legs were sunk to the ground, and he glanced at the cracks and ravines everywhere on the ground. A strange look flashed in his eyes. The body of the demon clan wearing a black cloak was no longer below him, and his strength was unexpectedly strong.

He held a long sword in one hand, and eleven Pure Yang Flying Swords also flew backwards and hung beside him.

"I just felt so warm up, and now I'm having fun with you."

Chen Luo sneered and waved his fingers. Eleven Pure Yang Flying Swords rushed out one after another, heading straight for Yaofeng, and his figure followed closely and rushed over.

Yao Feng saw Chen Luo as the target of attack, and there was no surprise on his face. However, as he turned his wrist, a mysterious black crystal magic wand appeared in his palm.

The magic wand is only two feet long, with an exquisite skeleton statue carved on the top, exuding a strong breath of death, which suddenly cools down the void around it.
Chapter completed!