When Xuan Ling saw Xu Ze dancing his feather fan, he backed away suddenly and said to Xu Ze: "Xu Ze, the person you want to kill is Xu Feng. I don't have much grudge against you. Our two sects are the largest sects in the Divine Valley."
"Men, if you touch this son of God, I'm afraid you won't feel well either."
Xuan Ling obviously didn't want to fight Xu Ze anymore. Facing Xu Ze who was holding a magic weapon, he immediately changed his stance and pushed Xu Feng out.
When Xu Feng heard Xuan Ling's words, he couldn't help but snorted coldly. He never expected Xuan Ling to stand with him from the beginning. If it weren't for opening the tomb of the gods, Xuan Ling wouldn't take action against Xu Ze.
"Go away!" Xu Ze looked at Xuan Ling with cold eyes and roared, showing no mercy.
Xuan Ling had never experienced such a roar before. His face instantly turned livid. But looking at the feather fan in Xuan Ling's hand, he finally endured it and shouted to his subordinates with a livid face: "Let's go."
Xu Ze did not stop Xuan Ling. He looked at Xu Feng and pointed the feather fan at Xu Feng. The surging aura of the divine weapon covered Xu Feng: "It's your turn."
Xu Feng took a deep breath and took out the short pestle. He knew how powerful the magic weapon was, but he had to face it.
"I don't know whether to live or die" Xuze rioted with terrifying power, and the breathtaking power danced out from the feather fan. The earth-shattering breath stirred up the changes in the tomb of the gods, and everything in the world was suppressed, as if there were gods overlooking the earth.
As if the sky was collapsing, an unparalleled momentum erupted from the feather fan. This momentum surged out, and everyone felt difficulty breathing. Even Xu Feng, the son of God, had trouble operating his power smoothly. The power of the divine weapon was revealed at this moment.
Exhaustive
Such divine power made Xu Feng feel uneasy. This was a huge crisis, but he had to face it. Holding the short pestle, his power moved to the short pestle, and layers of Dao marks continued to cover it, which slightly weakened the magic weapon.
pressure
"It's just a broken stick, trying to resist the magic weapon, you really don't know how to live or die." Xu Ze looked at Xu Feng coldly, his eyes full of sarcasm, the feather fan's momentum surged, and he suppressed Xu Feng. At the same time, endless
The power of the avenue entangled itself and turned into a huge feather fan, crushing towards Xu Feng like Mount Tai pressing down on top.
The dancing power is so terrifying. This is the most powerful force that Xu Feng has ever faced. The power that the divine weapon explodes is even more terrifying than in the Emperor's Realm. With such power dancing out, Xu Feng has no doubt that he can be crushed.
Bones are broken
Xu Feng's subordinates looked at the huge feather fan that crushed Xu Feng down. They also had horrified expressions on their faces. Such power was no longer something a son of god could withstand. It was the power of a god. Xu Feng was afraid of being struck by this blow.
It means that there will be no bones left
Countless people couldn't help but regret it, thinking that if this divine valley had magic weapons for Xu Ze to use, they would not follow Xu Feng no matter what.
The feather fan suppressed and came down, with overwhelming power, to completely obliterate Xu Feng
"Go to hell" Xu Ze drove the divine weapons, and endless power poured into the divine weapons. The divine weapons were terrifying, but the power they wanted to drive was equally terrifying. Xu Ze's power was drawn frantically, and Xu Ze's face turned pale. But in order to be able to
To kill Xu Feng, Xu Ze didn't care about the consumption at all. The feather fan rioted with earth-shattering power and completely covered Xu Feng.
Such power suppressed the sky, and the sky was suppressed and shattered. At the same time as the sky was shattered, the feather fan fell, Xu Feng's expression changed drastically, the power of his whole body danced, and the crazy power surged towards the ancient tripod, hoping that the ancient tripod could help him resist
The power of divine weapons
Xu Feng has discovered that with the help of his own strength, he cannot stop the power of the divine weapon in any way. The only thing Xu Feng can use is the ancient tripod. But this ancient tripod is not under his control. No matter how it is suddenly driven, it cannot
With the help of ancient tripod
The feather fan reached Xu Feng's head in a blink of an eye. Xu Ze stared at Xu Feng coldly: "I will send you on your way today."
As Xu Ze roared, the feather fan fell, and everyone saw Xu Feng's bloody appearance. Just when many people closed their eyes, Xu Feng suddenly burst out with aura.
This momentum burst out violently, and everything in the sky shook. A breath that destroyed everything in the world rushed out. Between the vibrations of this momentum, there was an unrivaled power. This momentum could turn the sky and the sea.
"Magic Soldier" Many people saw Xu Feng suddenly rioting with such a momentum. They couldn't help but exclaimed after being stunned. The pale faces of the people who followed Xu Feng suddenly became excited, and they looked at it with wide eyes.
Staring into the void, staring at the short pestle in Xu Feng's hand in disbelief
The short pestle is now entangled with a colorful halo, and there are endless Dao marks in it that are spreading like a spider web. There is also divine power emerging in it, and the divine power is overwhelming, stirring up the world, and everyone is shocked by this divine power.
Xuan Ling was originally ready to leave, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but stop. He looked blankly at the short pestle in Xu Feng's hand. This momentum was exactly what emerged from Xu Feng's short pestle.
"This... this... how is this possible?" Xuan Ling looked at Xu Feng blankly. He knew the origin of this short pestle very well, but he never imagined that it was a magic weapon
Xu Feng also looked blankly at the short pestle in his hand that unleashed unparalleled divine power. He originally wanted to use the ancient cauldron, but the ancient cauldron didn't respond. This short pestle that made him feel mysterious actually unleashed divine power.
This result made Xu Feng unbelievable. Although he felt that the short pestle was not simple, he never thought that it was a magic weapon.
The short pestle devoured his power crazily, and a terrifying dao mark rioted out of it. The dao marks turned into magical power and shocking divine power. The divine power emerged, blocking Xu Ze's feather fan that could destroy the sky.
"This is impossible" Xu Ze also exclaimed, looking at Xu Feng with wide eyes, looking excited.
However, the scene in front of him forced him to believe that Xu Feng was holding a short pestle, and the rioting power in it continued to rise. With the help of Xu Feng's power, it climbed to an incomparable level. The overwhelming power suppressed everything, even Xu Ze's
Lupines must avoid their sharp edges
"Boom...boom..."
The sharpness of the short pestle was revealed. The originally dark short pestle shone brightly for nine days at this moment, illuminating the surrounding area. The traces were crisscrossed, and it was suppressing the feather fan.
"Pfft..."
The power of the riot of the short pestle was suppressed, and the feather fan avoided its edge. Xuze was backlashed by the feather fan, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The feather fan in his hand came out with a look of disbelief, and his figure hit the void and collapsed.
a void
After the opponent's feather fan came out, the short pestle in Xu Feng's hand also shot out and landed on the feather fan. The power of the riot suppressed the feather fan, suppressing the original riot momentum of the feather fan, and completely submerged it.
The feather fan disappeared, and the dancing momentum of the short pestle also disappeared with the disappearance of the power of the feather fan.
The short pestle and feather fan were like two extremely ordinary items, both falling into Xu Feng's hands.
Xu Feng grabbed these two items, with something in his heart that he couldn't react to. He held the feather fan and the pestle blankly. Seeing that the pestle returned to its normal appearance again, Xu Feng couldn't help biting his tongue to make sure it wasn't...
After the dream, I regained my consciousness
"This... what kind of treasure is this short pestle?" Xu Feng looked blankly at the short pestle in his hand. Even the magic weapon can suppress it, so how precious is it? Xu Feng even suspected that the short pestle was originally
It is used to suppress Feng Ling. Otherwise, how could Feng Ling be placed on the short pestle?
Thinking of this possibility, Xu Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath. If this was really the case, how precious would this short pestle be?
Xuan Ling was as dull as Xu Feng. He looked at Xu Feng blankly and looked at the short pestle in Xu Feng's hand in disbelief. This was beyond his expectation. Even the magic weapon could suppress it, so what about them?
What advantage does the Son of God have over Xu Feng?
Looking at the feather fan in Xu Feng's hand, Xuan Ling couldn't help but look at Xu Ze. He saw that Xu Ze's face was bloodless and he was already extremely shocked.
Xu Feng got the feather fan. Xu Feng grabbed the feather fan and wanted to use the power of the feather fan, but found that his way and his tolerance were backlashed by the opponent's power. His blood was boiling with shock. If the short pestle hadn't suddenly burst out with power to suppress it, Xu Feng would have
I have no doubt that I will be seriously injured by the shock.
Seeing that he could not use the feather fan, Xu Feng threw it into the small world, then grabbed the short pestle and started playing with it. But what surprised Xu Feng was that no matter how Xu Feng instilled power into the short pestle, the short pestle could no longer be used.
Xu Feng frowned at the result of the sudden outburst of power?
"Does this short pestle only take action when it is provoked by a divine weapon?" Xu Feng murmured in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was that the short pestle didn't even show a trace of divine power when facing the sacred weapon, but only this time.
The divine power of the feather fan riot wanted to destroy it, so it resisted. In other words, this short pestle will only be provoked by weapons above the divine weapon.
Xu Feng took a deep breath and put the pestle back in his heart, but he was already determined to find out what the pestle was.
When Xu Ze saw Xu Feng put away his short pestle and looked at him, his expression changed drastically, he tore the void apart, and shot into the void to escape.
How could Xuze not be frightened? His magic soldiers were all suppressed by the opponent. No one knew how powerful the opponent could be. How could he confront the opponent? At this time, was there any other way besides escaping?
Xuze's heart was bleeding. That was his divine weapon. Even the divine weapon was snatched away among the Son of God. His status would plummet. The divine weapon was of great significance to the Son of God. Without it, his status as the Son of God might be lost.
will be deprived of
Xu Ze beat Xu Feng to the core of his bones, but he had no way to deal with Xu Feng. The only way left for him was to escape.
Everyone looked at Xu Ze escaping, all of them lost their minds and still couldn't turn around. Xu Ze was showing off his power just now, but they didn't expect that in just a few breaths, it would turn into such a situation, and everyone couldn't help but think about it.
Turning to Xu Feng
But Xu Feng's subordinates' faces turned red at this moment, and their veins bulged out with excitement. With such a master, they could show off their power.
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