When the Wujian Demon needle pierced, it was silent and vicious. Even Tang Cheng would never dare to resist with his body. Tang Cheng flapped his wings and retreated rapidly, and thunder shone at the wings spreading.

The steadily mountain-steady divine thunder sword of Gen Mountain shines with golden light, and shoots golden horses in the air. Under the illumination of the rising sun, it is like a blooming golden chrysanthemum, brilliant and luxurious.

The magic sword and the magic needles hit and exploded in the air, purple and golden, intertwined and rolled, as if it was a lively fireworks event.

No matter which strange method Tang Feifan used to control the magic needle, he could not break through the defense line of Tangcheng under the light of the sword light of Tangcheng. Although there was no defensive magic weapon, Tangcheng's Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword is the best defense method, and the thin and weak mosquitoes and flies' magic needles could not resist the thunder of the heavenly tribulation.

The Wujian Demon Needle was consumed at lightning speed, but it did not pose any threat to Tang Cheng. Tang Feifan smiled grimly on his face, and with a thought, he pulled out one of the two incarnations besieging King Zhao, and three out of the four incarnations besieging Peng Xuansanren. He gathered out a total of four incarnations besieging Peng Xuansanren to rush towards Tang Cheng from four directions up, down, left and right.

Tang Cheng's expression changed slightly. Although his commander Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword would not consume the energy, he simply used talismans to condense the Heavenly Tribulation Sword with magical powers from the sword domain, the consumption of the divine consciousness was real.

If an ordinary opponent was unable to react decently under the attack of the Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword, he would be defeated and would be defeated. However, at this moment, Tang Cheng was at the siege.

If this situation continues, Tang Cheng doesn't know if he will make a mistake. You should know that as long as he is stabbed by the Wujian Demon needle, his body will be swallowed up, and there will be no chance of life except that the soul can escape.

In this moment, Tangcheng had a hint of retreating.

However, the battle situation suddenly changed again. Taking advantage of Tang Feifan's distracting opportunity, King Zhao suddenly pulled out all the souls of the nine golden dragons from the Nine Dragon Seal and turned into a golden spear.

The dragon's body was twisted together like a spiral plate, and the sharpness of the spear was nine hideous dragon heads. The spear tore through the sky like light and headed straight for Tang Feifan.

A dark curtain was slowly supported, blocking the spear!

"Ignorance!" Tang Feifan looked at this offensive. His Tianluo Umbrella had already been greatly improved, and his protection ability was comparable to that of a medium-grade artifact. It would never be able to break it in a short period of time.

However, Tang Feifan didn't know that the Nine Dragon Seal of King Zhao was a low-grade magical weapon. After extracting the Nine Dragon soul to sacrifice his life to fight, the seal was abolished.

A low-grade artifact's full force attack is definitely not so easy to follow. King Zhao's hatred for Tang Feifan is hard to clear, even if he risked losing his life, he would be willing to do so.

Of course, King Zhao is not a fool. He would not understand the simple truth that keeps the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood. After throwing the spear, King Zhao suddenly bit his tongue and used the blood-light escape technique. After walking a thousand miles, Tang Feifan's fierce counterattack was suddenly lost. However, using his own essence and blood to perform the blood-escape technique was a major damage to King Zhao, and it also damaged the lower-grade artifact Nine Dragon Seal, which was a heavy loss.

"Hmph, you'll escape quickly!"

At this moment, the spear hit the Tianluo Umbrella. Before hitting the Tianluo Umbrella, Tang Feifan seemed to hear a long dragon roar, which penetrated his heart, making him feel dazed.

The spear instantly pierced through the Tianluo umbrella. However, the hideous dragon head of the light spear was only three inches away from Tang Feifan. However, its momentum was exhausted. Although it was only three inches, it was as far away as the end of the world.

"Damn it!"

The golden light spear burst after the momentum was exhausted. Tang Feifan reacted very quickly and abnormally. When his thoughts were turned, a scroll of Tianluo Umyou wrapped the golden light spear tightly.

However, at this moment, a silver-white sword light suddenly appeared between Tang Feifan's eyebrows. The long sword restrained all the murderous aura, making Tang Feifan unaware of it. Peng Xuansanren endured it for a long time, just for a fatal blow.

The six-zhang fire dragon short ruler of Pengxuansan people emits the red lotus karma fire, which is a more domineering existence than the pure fire of glass. Even if it is contaminated with a trace, it will fall forever and never escape. This thing uses evil to control evil, which just restrains the Wujian Demon Needle. However, the six-zhang fire dragon short ruler does not contain too much red lotus karma fire, and Pengxuansan people dare not squander it at will.

However, since there is an excellent opportunity created by King Zhao, how dare Pengxuan Sanren waste it? He sneered, waved the short ruler of fire jade like lightning, used the red lotus karma fire to break the Wujian Demon needle, and then sacrificed the long sword by his waist.

The long sword is silver all over, and was famous in the Middle Earth tens of thousands of years ago. It is called "Turkey Wave", which is a rare top-grade artifact.

However, in the past years of struggles, the Zhulang Sword was seriously damaged. Although it can still exert the power of a top-grade artifact, it is not durable. Once the Zhulang Sword has more than three breaths, it will fall from the top-grade artifact to the middle-grade artifact; if it controls it for another ten breaths, it will fall from the middle-grade artifact to the lower-grade artifact; if it continues to force twenty breaths, God will not know what will happen. It is very likely that the Zhulang Sword will fall from the top-grade artifact forever and cannot be restored.

Therefore, Pengxuan San people rarely use the Zhuilang Sword. Once used, it is either to determine the attack of the universe or to open up the situation, and it never exceeds ten breaths.

Tang Feifan's eyebrows stood up and he smiled angrily: "Hehe, all the cats and dogs are here to stroke the tiger's beard, they are really capable!" As he said that, Tang Feifan opened the Tianluo Umbrella in the blink of an eye.

In Tang Feifan's opinion, he just wanted to slaughter Tang Cheng first, so he gave King Zhao and Peng Xuan Sanren a chance to survive, but these two people launched a counterattack at the same time, which would make him lose face.

However, Tang Feifan only had five years of practice, and he only had two years of becoming a cultivator of the soul. Even though he was cunning, his experience in fighting was still a big shortage. When dealing with King Zhao's golden light spear, he had already made the mistake of despising his opponent. Now, he made another mistake.

After holding up the Tianluo Umbrella, Tang Feifan did not retreat immediately. Instead, he distributed thousands of pieces from the Wujian Demon Needle that besieged Tang City and stabbed Pengxuan Sanren fiercely.

But Peng Xuansanren ignored the upcoming magic needles at all. His eyes were filled with hot light, staring at the sword edge of the Zhuilang Sword.

"Break!"

Peng Xuansanren shouted softly, and in an instant, the light shone on the Zhuilang Sword, and the originally ordinary sword emitted a huge force. It seemed as if a sleeping beast suddenly woke up, instinctively emitting its own aura.

(Finally, it was updated normally, and I am full of vigor!)
Chapter completed!