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He had actually swallowed Phoenix flames! The beautiful heroes no longer dared to underestimate this mysterious man.

Gu Feng shouted, "It's none of your business whose descendant I am. "Flame Beam Blade." He had endless grief at the mention of his ancestors. Losing a battle for a thousand years would not wash away the title of loser. Even if they slaughtered the citizens of the ancient country, they wouldn't be able to find a trace of joy in their victory. Rot is an eternal scar. Spirit was their nightmare. For many years, the greatest dream of the powerful Heavenly Phoenix Clan was to reverse the flow of time, and not even the spirit could die. Only the blood of the Spirit could wash away the shame of his ancestors.

Sword-light and flames intertwined and reflected each other. Streams of light were as fast as lightning and as swift as thunder. The blazing flames ignited all eyes. The madness of a generation of heaven's pride experts spoke the true meaning of death.

Bang bang bang, bang bang. The Raging Flames Beam Blade was unstoppable. Gu Feng approached step by step. As Ling Du retreated, his body was burnt by the flames. The sword qi sliced through his lower leg, and there were three sleeves on his shoulders and chest.

"Die!" Gu Feng gripped his sword with both hands and swung down. A two zhang long streak of fiery sword-light struck out towards Ling Jun. Ling Jun quickly waved his hand and formed three seals. It formed an ice shield in front of him.

Boom! The ice shield was cracked, but it blocked Gu Feng's shocking attack. Even the Heavenly Phoenix Slash can't kill you? Gu Feng brandished his sword in a berserk manner, "Ten Consecutive Empyrean Phoenix Slashes." Not giving Ringling any chance. Rumbling sounds could be heard, and dust flew into the air.

After the ten slashes, Gu Feng coughed up blood and panted. He did not believe that anyone with the same cultivation could survive ten slashes.

As the smoke and dust dispersed, Ling Du stood up straight. As long as he stood, no one would be able to make him fall. Although his mouth was covered in blood and dust, he was still standing.

Everyone shouted the miracle. Gu Feng's eyes were about to crack. "Go to hell!" He threw his long sword and his bare fist towards Ling Jun. As he ran, his feet crushed the gravel and his fists were filled with rage. "Boom!" Countless fiery fists rained down on Ling Jun. "Hundred Fire God Fist."

"I'll do my best." Ao Qing seemed to be preparing to go on stage.

Just as everyone was guessing how Ling Du would counterattack, he also swung his fist. A flame fist net of the same size erupted. The same flame had different numbers and strengths.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Before the two of them made contact, the flaming fists had already clashed once. Layer upon layer of heat waves once again extended the territory. The onlookers were already 35 feet away. At the center was the collision of two flames. A loud roar mixed with the sounds of rocks shattering resounded throughout the entire valley. At this moment, the black light was no longer the center of attention. Underground, the sky was full of onlookers.

Boom! Boom! Gu Feng's fists finally met. The clothes on their arms disintegrated and flew into the air. "Gritting their teeth, they pushed their strength to the maximum." "Down!" He opened his mouth at the same time and flew backwards. In the end, the one who fell was Gu Feng. "" He looked at Ling Jun in dissatisfaction. " Why didn't you fall down? " He could not figure it out. In the end, he was the one who had sent him flying, and even when they separated, he still felt that the power of the spiritual body was far inferior to his own.

"How rich is Ling Jun's combat experience? How can Gu Feng compare?" "Killing the enemy is not about strength. Stabilizing the body depends on the balance."

Gu Feng suddenly stood up and fiercely said, "I am convinced of my defeat. If you don't kill me, I will definitely kill you one day."

Uh, you are … No wonder you were so slow to use your family's cultivation technique. Ling Jun had to respect Gu Feng. He was a schemer.

"A Dharma cultivator. Hehe, the one that I have been preparing for a long time, Ao Qing, has come out." Brother Gu Feng is bold. He showed us a good show. The fun he was talking about was naturally the last sentence Gu Feng said.

Gu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spat it out. Ao Qing, don't think you can win just because you understand his tricks. " He turned his focus to battle.

Bang bang bang bang. The little golden peng continuously flapped its wings, and excitedly jumped up and down. His eyes showed endless desire, and he even seemed a little pitiful. At this moment, everyone finally understood. Damn, it wasn't asking for a fight just now, but it was purposely letting those idiots make the first move. He had to watch the big show himself. Evilness, incomparable evilness!

Gu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. Damn, he was actually tricked by a fat bird. He glared at the little gold peng and swore to stew it.

Uh, what are you staring at? Come fight if you don't agree. The little golden peng replied with an angry glare.

A war of attrition. Aren't you bullying me too much? We like it! Everyone was extremely focused. Waiting for the next battle.

It was quite a pity that Gu Feng did not reveal his wealth. It just so happened that someone from the dragon race had arrived. Can you endure until the end? The dragon race was also mortal enemies. Of the demons, the dragon-kind and the phoenix-kind were the most powerful, so they were a bit ruthless back then. This time, it would be even more ruthless. He brandished his long sword.

Gu Feng's pupils contracted. Damn it, he had betrothed himself to someone else. He hoped that the youth would be defeated in an instant.

He won against Gu Feng without fighting, so he was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "May I ask what your surname is?"

"Ask your ancestor." They didn't have any intention to curse. The people of his time were already the ancestors of a region.

Ha ha-ha ha, everyone laughed crazily. Gu Feng laughed the most. This scolding felt great.

Ao Qing collapsed. He did not expect the spiritual force to start cursing at him. "And it's still so clumsy." The traitor shall die. " He drew his sword and stabbed forward. A streak of azure light split the sky as it approached.

The consumption of spiritual energy was severe, and he did not have much energy left to waste. Demi-humans had a physique that was stronger than humans, and a dragon's physique was known as the strongest in the world of cultivation. Only the quick sword slaying the dragon was the best plan.

"Dragon Slaying Sword." The spirits all roared and leapt high into the air. The sword in his hand erupted with a white light that shot into the sky. Boom! The collision of the azure and white lights created endless waves of Qi.

Dragon-slaying … Everyone was flabbergasted. He wanted to slay a dragon. However, Ling Jun's attitude did indeed seem like he was slaying a dragon. Gu Feng sucked in a breath of cold air. If the opponent had used a sword from the start, he would have lost even more miserably!

The twinkling sword light illuminated the dark sky. When the cyan and white colors intersected, dazzling rays of light could be seen. Dong, dong, dong. The crowd had already blurred out the location of the two people. Only two colors could tell them apart in battle. In less than ten breaths, the azure and white light had already fused together.

"Here." Ao Qing was the first to shout, his opponent's strength was far inferior to his own. He used a powerful technique, "Mountain Splitter", to destroy Ling Jun.

Ling Yu didn't want to delay any longer. Who knew how many people would come to battle? He focused his attention and energy. It was clean, efficient, and extremely fast. He frantically overlaid the Windsource Sword Technique.

Boom! The endless sword wind blasted Ao Qing away ten zhang along with his slash. Ao Qing landed heavily on the ground. And then he leaped up. He shouted, "Divine Dragon Thrust!"

Holding the sword, he turned into a streak of light and flew towards Ling Jun. Straight to his heart.

Zheng, the azure sword stabbed into the blade in front of Ling Du. The blade bent and the azure sword stuck to Ling Jun's sword, carrying his body forward.

"So fast, so accurate. "Perfect defense." The princess, who had always been calm, revealed an astonished expression.

With a precedent, how could he face others if he failed? As Ao Qing flew, he infused his true strength into the sword. Peng! He successfully sent Lingjun flying. He turned his body in the air, deflected the attack with his sword, and stabbed towards Ling Jun's shoulder.

"At the same time the Blue Sky Sword Art is changed, the world is suddenly attacked by the freezing qi." "Frozen."