The human man who blocked Shang Feng's way was naturally Zhang Ruochen.

Shang Feng's eyes were full of confusion, and she couldn't help but look at the true illusion holy flower growing in the palm of her hand, and stared at her again: "The illusion formed by the true illusion holy flower is enough to hide from the powerful people of the seven-step Saint King level. How could you see me? How could you find me?"

Zhang Ruochen held the ancient sword of Chenyuan in one hand and the Yihuang bone staff in the other, and said lightly: "No matter how powerful your illusion is, you will still be in space after all."

"space……"

Shang Feng released his mental power and looked around, and confirmed that there were no other monks, then he laughed: "You are really Zhang Ruochen, you are hiding in the Baihua Palace. Maybe, you can live for a few more days, why do you have to come out to die?"

"Boom."

In Shangfeng's body, a tremendous and intimidating holy power burst out. Her body turned into a holy mountain, her eyes turned into the sun and the moon, and a series of holy auras flowed in the space like rivers.

That is the power of the Five Steps Holy King.

Zhang Ruochen's hair and clothes were flying, and his body was like a small boat in the sea, which would be torn and shattered by Shang Feng's holy power at any time.

In Shang Feng's eyes, there was a demonic flame burning, and she smiled and said, "A mere one and a half-step holy king dared to intercept a five-step holy king. Don't you know that even if the five-step holy king is seriously injured, it would be as easy as killing an ant?"

"It's a pity that I'm not an ant."

Zhang Ruochen expanded the space field, covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet, making it completely isolated from the outside world.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's abnormal behavior, Shang Feng showed a cautious look and was worried about an accident. So she took the lead and shot out a magic flame claw mark from the air.

Even though he was seriously injured, Shang Feng's current strength was extraordinary. This claw mark was enough to kill the two-step Saint King.

On the other end, the holy energy in Zhang Ruochen's body started to circulate, and tens of thousands of inscriptions appeared in the ancient sword of Shenyuan in his hand, dragging out a long black sword light.

"The sword comes out without regrets."

In this sword, Zhang Ruochen not only used the Great Perfection Seven, but also mobilized ninety-three truth rules to integrate into this sword move, which doubled the power of the sword move.

"Bang bang."

A series of explosions sounded.

The powerful force shook in the space field, tearing the streets under the two of them into pieces, leaving dozens of shocking sword marks.

The ancient sword of Chenyuan smashed the claw prints made by Shangfeng, turned into balls of magic flames, fell to the ground, and burned into dense molten pits.

However, Zhang Ruochen was also shocked by the power of the claw prints and retreated dozens of feet, squatting on the ground, lowering the center of gravity, and then stabilizing his body.

A trace of incredible expression appeared on Shang Feng's face. Even if the claw just now was just attacking, it would not be able to be blocked by a half-step holy king.

"No wonder he was able to become the first in the "Saint Merit List", it was indeed very unusual." Shang Feng became serious.

Zhang Ruochen slowly stood up and looked at the bloody marks at the tiger's mouth with his right hand, where severe pain came from.

He said to himself: "The gap in cultivation is still too big. With my current physical strength, I was hit hard with you and I was injured."

"Knowing that there is a big gap in cultivation means that you still have some self-knowledge."?

The holy power bursting out from Shang Feng's body was enhanced several times, and the black magic flames burned all over the body, causing the temperature in this area in the space field to rise rapidly, dozens of times hotter than boiling water.

Zhang Ruochen naturally would not arrogantly think that with his current cultivation level, he could confront the Five-Step Holy King.

Just now, Shang Feng looked down on Zhang Ruochen very much and wanted to suppress him with one blow. So Zhang Ruochen wanted to test his current strength and fought with Shang Feng for a round.

"Bang."

Zhang Ruochen lifted up the Yihuang bone staff, inserted it on the ground, pressed his palm on the skull at the top of the bone staff, and mobilized a stream of mental power to inject it into it.

"Lava Nether Fire Palm."

The temperature of the demonic flame on Shangfeng's body rose again, melting the earth under her feet into golden droplets, forming palm prints with both hands, and hitting them out with a magnificent momentum.

Zhang Ruochen's skin was so painful that it was roasted by the demon flames, and he read it out of his mouth: "Emperor Yi, wake up!"

"Wow—"

The Yihuang Bone Staff emits a cold and cold air, and stands up and turns into a huge black skeleton. On the eyebrows of the black skeleton, a golden relic is inlaid with a sacred aura.

Evil and divine power are intertwined.

The black skull slapped out with a palm, hitting Shang Feng's palm power back.

"Bang."

Shang Feng failed to block the black skeleton's palm power and was beaten back dozens of steps. He was already seriously injured and suffered such a heavy blow. He could not suppress his injuries and coughed up holy blood from his mouth.

"This is... this is King Yihuang's bone staff..."

Shang Feng's face became quite ugly, she shook her head again, and said, "No, the Yihuang Bone Staff is not that powerful."

"Yihuang Bone Staff is indeed not that powerful, but I inlaid a Buddha Emperor's relics on the bone Staff, so naturally it is as powerful as it is now."

Zhang Ruochen held the ancient sword of Shenyuan and followed behind the black skeleton, igniting the inscription in the sword body again.

The Yihuang Bone Staff is made of the head and spine of a great sage. In addition, there is a wisp of the great sage's holy soul preserved inside the head, which can only exert the power of the three-step holy king.

However, after inlaiding the Buddha Emperor's relics, the power of the Yihuang Bone Staff is probably able to compete with the top four-step Saint King, and its combat power is far greater than that of Zhang Ruochen.

The black skeleton attacked Shangfeng and made a black palm print. In the palm print, golden Buddha patterns were intertwined, containing the power of both good and evil.

Shang Feng was repelled again, feeling quite aggrieved.

If he had not been seriously injured by the Yao Juewang and the others, wouldn't it be difficult to suppress the Black Skeleton and Zhang Ruochen with his cultivation level?

Moreover, in order to block the last attack of King Shaoyao and King Tianhuo, Shang Feng used up all the protective treasures. Now every time he resisted the attack of the black skeleton, his injuries on his body would aggravate one point.

"As long as you kill Zhang Ruochen, the Yihuang Bone Staff will be a dead object."

Shang Feng no longer fought with the black skeleton, and used the magic tracking step, rushed between the skeleton's feet, and bombarded Zhang Ruochen with a palm. The power of this palm was more than three times stronger than the palm that was first shot.

Even if Zhang Ruochen is so powerful that he is hit by this palm, even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured.

However, what made Shangfeng depressed was that Zhang Ruochen did not fight hard with him, but instead used the means of moving space and appeared behind him, and slashed with a sword.

"court death."

Shang Feng slapped it with a palm on his backhand, and fought hard with Chen Yuan Ancient Sword.

"Boom."? The sound of gold and stone collision sounded, and Zhang Ruochen flew backwards and landed on the head of the black skeleton, and his whole arm was so painful that it was numb.

There is no way. Shang Feng's cultivation is too deep, and he can block the Chenyuan Ancient Sword with no hand. Such power is really beyond the reach of Zhang Ruochen.

Shang Feng was even more annoyed. With his five-step Saint King's cultivation level, he couldn't do anything to a half-step Saint King, which made him extremely crazy and wanted to crush Zhang Ruochen to death.

"No matter what, even if the injury is caused, Zhang Ruochen will be killed."

Previously, Shang Feng was worried that using too strong power would aggravate his injuries and leave hidden injuries that would never heal, so he kept suppressing his cultivation under the Five Steps Holy King.

Now he can't control so much, because he can't kill Zhang Ruochen without using the power of the five-step Saint King level.

Only by killing Zhang Ruochen, making this huge contribution, and returning to the Black Demon Realm, can he have a high status. Otherwise, he, an undercover agent who has been lurking in the Qianrui Realm for many years, has no friends or foundation in the Black Demon Realm, and after returning, his life will probably be quite sad.

Zhang Ruochen sensed the increasingly powerful aura of Shang Feng's body, and immediately directed the black skeleton to attack.

At the same time, he opened the 144 orifices of his whole body, and a large amount of holy energy gushed out of his body, stimulating the fifth level of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor.

"Wow—"

A hundred holy shadows flew out and stood in various directions in this area, like stars holding Zhang Ruochen in the center. Each holy shadow has the power of the saint level in the realm.

The Hundred Saints Blood Armor has eight levels of power, which correspond to the eight realms of the saint: the lower realm, the middle realm, the upper realm, the Xuanhuang realm, the thorough earth realm, the heaven realm, the true realm, and the ultimate realm.

With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, he can only stimulate the sixth level of power at most. However, stimulating the sixth level of power is like a hundred saints in the Tongtian Realm, which is enough to suppress his body to be unable to move.

On the contrary, the fifth level of power was stimulated, and one hundred saints in the realm were used, but Zhang Ruochen could still burst out at a faster speed.

"Boom."

Shang Feng activated the five-step Saint King-level power and stepped out. A thick wave of energy spread from the ground, making the black skeleton and Zhang Ruochen unable to stand firmly.

"Bang."

Shangfeng punched the black skeleton in the chest and threw it out.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen condensed the power of hundreds of saints, like a war god wearing blood armor, holding the ancient sword of Shenyuan in both hands and slashed Xiang Shangfeng in half.

"The power of this sword is pretty good, but it's a little worse than the three-step Saint King. When you meet this emperor's son, you are no different from an ant."

Shang Feng pressed his palm on the sword edge, and actually grabbed the Chenyuan Ancient Sword and dissolved all the power of Zhang Ruochen's sword. Then, he waved his arm and threw the Chenyuan Ancient Sword and Zhang Ruochen out at the same time, smashing it hard towards the ground.

However, before Zhang Ruochen fell to the ground, his figure disappeared.

"It's space transfer again."

Shang Feng noticed a slight fluctuation of space coming from below behind him.

Immediately, his eyes sterned and he stepped on it, just in time to step on the sword edge of the ancient sword of the Chenyuan. The powerful force suppressed down like a mountain of demons.

"Go to die for me."

Shangfeng formed a palm print at lightning speed and slapped Zhang Ruochen's head.

"Wow—"

Zhang Ruochen disappeared from the spot again and avoided Shang Feng's killing move.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared more than 30 feet away from Shangfeng, half kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. The few confrontations just now were extremely dangerous. Even if the speed was half a moment slowed down, he would be killed by Shangfeng.

Even though he had carefully calculated and stopped every move when he got better, he immediately used space to move away, but he was still shocked by Shang Feng's palm power and suffered some internal injuries.

The black skeleton crawled up and returned to Zhang Ruochen's side. He had a pair of evil ghost fire eyes staring at Shang Feng opposite him.

At this moment, Shang Feng felt extremely weak, as if she had suddenly become two hundred years old. Such a sense of weakness was even more uncomfortable than the injuries in her body.

"how so?"

Shangfeng's eyes showed a look of horror, her body was trembling slightly, and she was even unable to stand firmly.

Unlike the weak Shang Feng, Zhang Ruochen had a strong fighting spirit. He raised the ancient Shenyuan sword in his hand, stared at the time mark on the sword body, and said lightly: "It is the power of time."? Previously, Zhang Ruochen's swords were not about killing Shang Feng at all, but hitting one time mark after another on Shang Feng's body, slashing his life span, making him weak.

Now that the overall situation has been settled, Zhang Ruochen told this secret.

"Emperor Yi, go and kill him."

Zhang Ruochen said indifferently.

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Chapter completed!