"Hahaha!"

Ling Yu laughed wildly, and pointed at Ling Tian with a sharp edge: "You are useless, but you still remember your things. Ling Aotian stood with a knife and cut a way out for you."

"Tonight, I will give you the dead soul under the knife!"

Saying the words!

The blade turns, and the fighting spirit becomes even more crazy.

Ling Tian calmed down and snorted: "The seven-foot Qingfeng Blade is not something you can touch."

Words fell.

The king came out with his halberd.

Ling Tian’s eyes were more crazy: “Come on!”

A shout.

The figure disappears!

In a blink of an eye, a long sword faces a dragon serpent!

Bang!

The first attack of the earth-shattering cracking was in an instant, and the energy condensed and burst out like a wave.

Under the tide.

The onlookers-

retreat!

Retreat again!

Another retreat!

The people on the scene took three steps in a row, and their shock was beyond words. They didn't need to be said, and both strong men concentrated their minds and boosted their strength again.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Double Strong Reach!

Qingfeng Han!

Dragon Sword Domineer!

The two figures, in a flash, had fought for more than a hundred rounds. Ling Yu lived up to the reputation of a genius, held the Qingfeng Blade in his hand, and fought against Ling Tian's strength with the posture of the Emperor of War.

Another blow!

Double strong points!

Ling Yu mopped the floor with a long sword, pulled up a spark, stood firm, and Ling Yu laughed wildly with his sword: "Dragon Palace, the Lord of the Palace, but that's it!"

Ling Yu's dragon halberd swept away, without saying anything, his body was like a shadow, and rushed away quickly.

In a blink of an eye.

The dragon halberd rotated in his hand, and a dragon roar sounded again.

Above the dragon splatter, the dragon soul suddenly appeared, as if it was about to devour Ling Yu in front of him.

Under oppression.

Ling Yu stomped his feet, and his strength rose again, with a domineering pressure, which was shocking. The seven-foot long sword in his hand shook, and in an instant, a dragon roared again.

Seven-foot Qingfeng Blade!

Also known as the Aotian Dragon Slaying Blade!

This is Aotian's glory, and it is also exclusive to Aotian.

The dragon roars.

Two dragons are amazing!

Rumble!

Dragon halberd vs. Long sword.

In a sharp confrontation, two domineering circles emerged instantly.

A moment of stalemate!

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows: "Ling Yu, you, let's stop here!"

The king snorted lightly, stomped his feet, and in an instant, the domineering energy surged out like a surging wave.

The energy surges!

The dragon roars shook the sky.

Ling Yu felt the pressure suddenly. Under this pressure, Ling Yu felt his arm muscles rotate in an instant, but in a short while.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

On Ling Yu's arm, the clothes were actually broken inch by inch, and Ling Yu's entire arm, the muscles rotated.

Just a blink of an eye!

Puff!

Flesh and blood splash.

All the arm is left with bones!

"ah!"

Ling Yu screamed in pain, and could no longer hold the seven-foot Qingfeng in his hand!

Green Peak Falls!

Ling Yu retreats!

No!

It's flying backwards!

Bang!

Ling Yu fell to the ground, his face pale as a dog, and his right arm was hard to lift, only blood burst out.

"No!!!"

Ling Yu screamed sadly and felt unpleasant.

Ling Tian had no compassion in his eyes, and he waved his hand.

The seven-foot Qingfeng suddenly started to use his hand, and for a moment he held the knife, Ling Tian suddenly exerted force. The Qingfeng fell to the ground, and the hilt of the knife reached three feet. On the ground, there were countless small cracks that appeared in an instant.

Everyone retreated again!
Chapter completed!