"Hahaha!"

Ling Yu laughed wildly and pointed the blade at Ling Tian: "You loser, you still remember your father's things. Back then, Ling Aotian stood with the sword and cut a way out for you."

"Tonight, I will grant you the soul of someone who died under the sword!"

The words fall!

The blade turns, and the fighting spirit becomes even crazier.

Ling Tian calmed down and hummed softly: "The seven-foot Qingfeng Blade is not something you can get your hands on."

The words fall.

The king came out holding a halberd.

Ling Tian's eyes became even more crazy: "Come on!"

Drink once.

The figure disappears!

In the blink of an eye, the long sword versus the dragon halberd!

boom!

The first earth-shattering blow, at the moment of collision, the condensed energy burst out like a wave.

Under the wave.

Onlookers——

retreat!

Back again!

Another retreat!

The people at the scene took three steps back in a row, the shock on their faces was beyond words. Needless to say, both of them concentrated on each other and raised their strength again.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Shuangqianghui!

Qingfenghan!

Dragon Halberd Tyrant!

The two figures, in just a blink of an eye, had already fought for more than a hundred rounds. Ling Yu lived up to his reputation as a genius, holding the Qingfeng Blade and acting like a war king, fighting against Ling Tian's strength.

Another blow!

Double points!

Ling Yu mopped the floor with his long sword, raising a spark, and stood firm. Ling Yu laughed wildly with his sword across the floor: "Dragon Palace, Palace Master, nothing more than that!"

Ling Yu's dragon halberd swept away, without saying a word, he rushed away like a shadow.

In a blink of an eye.

The dragon halberd was rotated in his hand, and a burst of dragon roar came out again.

On top of the dragon halberd, the dragon soul suddenly appeared, as if it wanted to devour Ling Yu in front of him.

Under pressure.

Ling Yu stamped his feet, and his strength increased again. His domineering pressure was shocking. The seven-foot-long sword in his hand shook, and in an instant, the dragon roared again.

Seven-foot Qingfeng Blade!

Also known as the Aotian Dragon Slaying Blade!

This is the glory of Aotian, and it is exclusive to Aotian.

The dragon roared.

Double Dragon!

Boom!

Dragon halberd versus long sword.

After a sharp confrontation, two domineering waves emerged instantly.

A moment of stalemate!

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows: "Ling Yu, you're done here!"

The king hummed softly and stamped his foot. In an instant, his domineering energy surged out like a torrential wave.

Strong energy!

The dragon's roar shook the sky.

Ling Yu felt a sudden pressure. Under this pressure, Ling Yu felt his arm muscles rotating instantly, but only for a moment.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

On Ling Yu's arm, the clothes were blown to pieces inch by inch, the clothes were torn, and the muscles on Ling Yu's entire arm were spinning.

It only takes a blink of an eye!

Poof!

Flesh and blood splattered.

The whole arm, only the bones are left!

"ah!"

Ling Yu cried out in pain, unable to hold the seven-foot green peak in his hand anymore!

Qingfeng falls!

Ling Yu retreats!

No!

It's flying upside down!

boom!

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

"No!!!"

Ling Yu cried out sadly, feeling uncomfortable with the failure.

Ling Tian saw no compassion in his eyes and waved his hand.

The seven-foot Qingfeng suddenly reached his hand. He held the knife for a moment, and Ling Tian suddenly exerted force. The Qingfeng fell to the ground for a moment, and the handle of the knife entered the ground three feet. On the ground, countless small cracks appeared in an instant.

Everyone retreat again!
Chapter completed!