Chapter 3382

The spiritual power vortex is growing and absorbing all the spiritual power around. Countless sickles show their fangs in the spiritual power vortex.

Zhao Yier's face was very dignified. He was in the whirlpool of spiritual power, and he felt a little erratic.

The sword technique seems to be invalid in the face of the spiritual power vortex. Any method that is driven by the spiritual power will be swallowed.

This also means that it is very difficult for Zhao Yier to launch a counterattack against the envoys of the fairy palace.

The sword technique doesn't matter. Zhao Yier's only dependence is his own sword intention. However, Zhao Yier also tried, the sword meaning at most can only let the spirit vortex temporarily stop, can't change what situation.

When ye Pengfei saw this scene, he was also surprised.

Zhao Yi'er has been surrounded by the spirit power whirlpool at the moment, and the spirit power whirlpool that can devour everything continues to grow, which does not give Zhao Yi'er any way back. If Zhao can't break the game, the result is predictable.

Therefore, at this time, ye Pengfei must take action.

Ye Pengfei raises the spirit shell over his head, and his powerful sword will be directly condensed into a huge sword.

With a wave of Ye Pengfei's hand, the huge sword will follow Ye Pengfei to those spiritual power whirlpools.

"Looking for death"

seeing ye Pengfei's hand again, the fairy palace emissary couldn't help laughing, threw out the scythe in his hand and went straight to the sword.

But when the scythe was about to get close to the sword, the sword suddenly turned into thousands of sword rain and rushed to those spiritual power whirlpools. Thousands of sword rain fell into the whirlpool of spirit power, and there was a clanging sound in the whirlpool of spirit power.

It can be seen clearly from the top that after thousands of sword rain fell into the whirlpool of spirit power, the sickles in the whirlpool of spirit power got stuck quickly. The jingle is the sound of the whirlpool of spirit power colliding with the sword rain.

When the sound came, the speed of the whirlpool suddenly slowed down a lot.

Looking at the effect, ye Pengfei exclaimed to Zhao Yier, "brother Zhao, let's go."

Seeing this, Zhao Yier did not hesitate at all. He quickly took advantage of the time when the whirlpool of spirit power was slowing down.

After leaving the encirclement of Lingli vortex, Zhao Yier and ye Pengfei stood together. Zhao Yier said to Ye Pengfei, "little brother Luo ye, thank you very much."

At that moment, Zhao Yier was really a bit dangerous. If ye Pengfei had not made a decisive decision to win the world for Zhao Yier, maybe Zhao Yier would have been mercilessly engulfed by the whirlpool of spiritual power.

"You're welcome, brother Zhao."

Ye Pengfei smiles and shakes his head. Now he and Zhao Yier are brothers in need, and they should help each other.

Fairy palace messenger's face became extremely ugly, staring at Ye Pengfei, eager to get rid of it.

"You forced me to do this."

the emissary of Xiangong knew that he had underestimated Zhao Yier and Zhao Yier before, so he had to kill them as soon as possible, otherwise it might cause the uneasiness of Han Dongjun, the local clan in Tianyuan city.

The powerful emissary of the fairy palace, the high-level Immortal Emperor, can't even help the first disciple of the bitter sword gate. If this is spread out, what will others think of the strength of the fairy palace?

What do you think of the local clan in Tianyuan city who witnessed all this?

Maybe they will think, fairy palace, but is that so?

The longer the fairy palace messenger drags on, the more uneasy Han Dongjun and others will feel.

The fairy palace messenger took back the sickle, and suddenly his clothes were broken, revealing his bronze muscles. A golden light appeared around the scythe, and the already gray sky became darker. The golden light was very dazzling in the darkness, and ye Pengfei couldn't open his eyes.

The messenger of the fairy palace raised the sickle, and suddenly felt a terrible breath swept by. Ye Pengfei and Zhao Yier quickly stepped back.

However, the messenger of the fairy palace just grinned. The next moment, the sickle was thrown out.

When the scythe is out of hand, it grows rapidly, like a large hill, and everyone seems very small at the moment.

The scythe moves very fast, and everywhere it goes, it feels like a merciless chariot passing by, leaving nothing but irresistible power and fear.

Ye Pengfei and Zhao Yier can clearly feel that they can't take this move. Once they take it hard, they will die.

However, ye Pengfei didn't do anything. When he ran away, he took advantage of the situation. The rain of thousands of swords, which had never been in the vortex of spiritual power, suddenly gathered together and directly blocked in front of the sickle.

Bang!

The scythe shakes the huge sword away, and ye Pengfei almost vomites a mouthful of old blood.

"Grandfather, please help me."

Qianque saw that ye Pengfei had suffered a big loss, and quickly looked at the old turtle again.

The old turtle looked at the demons and the master of kujianmen who were still fighting in the sky, and said with a smile, "we can't fight any more."

the old turtle made a move, and a simple shield appeared in his hand.

This is a small magic weapon refined by the old turtle in the cultivation world for 30000 years. It's a shell peeled off from his own body. Its defense is amazing.The shield is thrown to the position where ye Pengfei is, directly protecting Ye Pengfei and Zhao Yier.

The scythe was draped over the shield, and there was a fierce spark, but there was no follow-up.

The fairy emissary looked at the old turtle angrily. Although he couldn't see through the cultivation of the old turtle, the fairy emissary was red eyed and couldn't manage so much. In the eyes of the emissary of the fairy palace, as long as he dares to stop him, he will not get along with the fairy palace.

"Who are you? Do you want to be my enemy

"Can't you put it in another line? I'm tired of hearing that. "

The old turtle looked at the messenger of the fairy palace with disdain. As long as he met a person in the fairy palace, he liked to say that. The fairy palace has been a little too arrogant in recent years.

The girl took out a coin that looked like gold, not gold, not wood from her arms and threw it directly to the fairy palace emissary. The fairy palace emissary took it and looked at it. Her face suddenly changed.

"Now, if you don't dare to kill me, I'll stop you."

The girl was more crazy than the fairy palace emissary and gave the order to the fairy palace emissary directly.

The fairy palace emissary's face was very ugly, but he didn't dare to say no more.

The divine medicine gate is incomparable even in the fairy palace, and the fairy palace is not willing to offend too much.

"This evil spirit has existed for tens of thousands of years at least. Kujianmen has been supporting the cultivation world. It's really chilling for you to do so."

The old turtle said slowly, Zhao Yier and other bitter sword disciples only feel a sour nose when they smell Yan, and they want to cry a little.

Kujianmen disciples do not regret all this, but they also need to understand.

"I can't hold it any longer."

Ye Pengfei looks up at the sky, and master kujianmen's figure has begun to become extremely weak.