The human man who stopped Chang Feng from going was naturally Zhang Ruochen.

She's eyes were full of puzzlement, and she couldn't help looking at the true sacred flower growing in the palm of her hand, and stared again: "The illusion of the true sacred flower is enough to conceal the seven-step holy king-level strong How could you see me? How could you find me? "

Zhang Ruochen held Shen Yuan's ancient sword in one hand, and Yi Huang's bone stick in one, and said lightly: "No matter how powerful your illusion is, it will still be in space."

"space……"

After she released her mental strength, she looked around and determined that there were no other monks. Then she laughed: "You really are Zhang Ruochen, alas, hiding in the Baihua Palace, saying that you don't have to live a few more days. God, why did you come out and die? "

"Boom."

In Fengfeng's body, a stunning and mighty sacred power erupted. The body seemed to be transformed into a sacred mountain, and the eyes were transformed into the sun and the moon. All the sacred air flowed in the space like a river.

That was the power of the five-step holy king.

Zhang Ruochen's hair and clothing were flying up, her body was like a flat boat in the sea, and she was torn and shattered by the sacred power of Chang Feng at any time.

In the eyes of Changfeng, a magic flame was burning, and laughed: "A half-step holy king, even dared to come and kill a five-step holy king. Do n’t you know, even if the five-step holy king was seriously injured? To kill a half-step holy king is as easy as pinching an ant? "

"Unfortunately I am not an ant."

Zhang Ruochen opened up the space, covering the area of ​​100 square meters, making it completely isolated from the outside world.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's abnormal behavior, Chang Feng showed a cautious look, worried that an accident would occur, so she took the lead and made a magic flame claw mark.

Even if she was seriously injured, Chang Feng's current strength is also a trivial matter. This paw mark is enough to kill the two-step holy king.

On the other end, the sacred air in Zhang Ruochen's body worked, and the ancient sword in Shen Yuan in his hand showed tens of thousands of inscriptions, dragging out a long black sword awn.

"There is no regret for the sword."

For this sword, Zhang Ruochen not only used the sword of the great consummation level, but also mobilized the 93 rules of truth into it, which doubled the power of the sword.

"Well."

A series of explosions sounded.

The mighty force oscillated in the space domain, tearing the street under the feet of the two into pieces, leaving dozens of shocking sword marks.

The ancient sword of Shen Yuan shattered the paw prints made by Changfeng, turned them into a group of magic flames, fell to the ground, and burned into a dense crater.

However, Zhang Ruochen was also backed up by dozens of feet with the force of his paw prints. He squatted on the ground and lowered his center of gravity to stabilize his figure.

There was an unbelievable look on her face, even if the claw was just attacked, but it was not possible for a half-step holy king to stop it.

"It's no wonder that being able to become No. 1 in the" Merit List of Saints "really is unusual." Chang Feng became serious.

Zhang Ruochen stood up slowly and looked at the blood stains on the tiger's mouth of his right hand. There was severe pain.

He said to himself: "The gap between repairs is still too big. With my physical strength now, I hit you hard and got some injuries."

"Knowing that there is a big gap in cultivation means that you still have some self-knowledge."

The sacred power that erupted in Shang Feng was strengthened several times. The black magic flame burned throughout the body, which caused the temperature in this area in the space domain to rise sharply, and it was hotter than the boiling water by dozens of times.

Zhang Ruochen naturally does not think arrogantly that with his current practice, he can confront the five-step holy king.

Just now, Chang Feng despised Zhang Ruochen and wanted to suppress him with a random blow. That's why Zhang Ruochen wanted to test his current strength and ran into a round with Shang Feng.

"Well."

Zhang Ruochen raised Yi Huang's bone stick, inserted it on the ground, and pressed his palm against the skull at the top of the bone stick, mobilizing a spiritual force into it.

"Lava Fire Palm."

The temperature of the magic flame on Changfeng's body climbed again, melting the ground under her feet into golden droplets, forming a palm print with her hands, and striking it out with brilliance.

Zhang Ruochen's skin was a little painful when she was roasted by the magic flame, and her mouth read: "Yi Huang, wake up!"

"Wow--"

Yi Huang's bone stick exudes the cold air, and stands up, turning into a huge black skeleton. At the heart of the black skull, a golden relic is inlaid, exuding a sacred breath.

Evil and divine power are intertwined.

The black skull patted it with one palm, slamming the back of Chang Feng's palm.

"Well."

She was unable to block the power of the black skeleton, and was beaten back dozens of steps. He was seriously injured and suffered such a severe blow. Suddenly, he could not restrain the injury and coughed the holy blood in his mouth.

"This is ... this is King Yi's bone stick ..."

Chang Feng's face became quite ugly, she shook her head and said, "No, Yi Huang's bone stick is not so powerful."

"Yihuang's bone stick is not so powerful, but I have inlaid a Buddha relic on the bone stick, naturally it is as powerful as it is now."

Zhang Ruochen held Shen Yuan's ancient sword and followed behind the black skull, again inducing the inscription on the sword body.

The Yihuang Bone Staff is made from the skull and spine of a great saint, and there is also a sacred soul of the great saint inside the skull, which could only exert the power of the three-step saint.

However, after the Buddha emperor relic was inlaid, the power of Yi Huang's bone staff was probably able to compete with the strongest of the four-step holy king peak, and his combat power far surpassed Zhang Ruochen.

The black skull attacked Chang Feng and made a black palm print. Palm prints are intertwined with golden buddha patterns, containing both positive and evil powers.

She was repulsed again, and her heart was quite aggrieved.

If they were not seriously wounded by the Demon King, would it be difficult for him to suppress the black skull and Zhang Ruochen by his cultivation?

Moreover, in order to block the last blow from the King of Shaoyao and the King of Skyfire, Changfeng used all the treasures of the bodyguard. Now every time he resists a blow from the black skeleton, his injury will increase by one point.

"As long as Zhang Ruochen is killed, Yi Huang's bone stick is a dead thing."

She no longer went to fight with the black skull, performed a magical step, rushed between the skull's feet, and banged on Zhang Ruochen with one palm. This palm is more than three times stronger than the first one.

Even if Zhang Ruochen is more powerful, being hit by this palm will cause serious injuries, even if he is not dead.

However, what makes Chang Feng depressed is that Zhang Ruochen did not fight with him, instead he used the means of space shifting to appear above and behind him, and a sword was cut down.

"court death."

Chang Feng hit it with a backhand, and slammed together with Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

"Boom." The sound of Jinshi's collision sounded, and Zhang Ruochen flew backwards, falling to the top of the black skull's head, his entire arm tingling.

No way, Chang Feng's cultivation is so deep that she can block the ancient sword of Shen Yuan with his bare hands. Such power is really beyond the reach of Zhang Ruochen.

However, Chang Feng was even more annoyed. With his five-step holy king's cultivation, there was nothing more than a half-step holy king, which made him crazy and wanted to crush Zhang Ruochen to death.

"Regardless, even if the injury is induced, Zhang Ruochen must be killed."

Previously, Chang Feng was worried that using too much power would make her injury worse and leave a dark wound that could never heal. Therefore, she always suppressed Xiu under the five-step holy king.

Now he can't control that much, because he can't kill Zhang Ruochen at all without using the five-step Holy King power.

Only by killing Zhang Ruochen, by making this great contribution, and returning to the Dark Demon Realm can he have a high status. Otherwise, he is an undercover man who lurks in the Qianruijie all year round. He has no friends and foundation in the Dark Demon Realm. After he returns, his life will be quite sad.

Zhang Ruochen noticed the increasingly arrogant breath on Chang Feng and immediately directed the black skeleton to attack it.

At the same time, he opened his body 144, and a large amount of holy gas poured out of the body, inspiring the fifth strength of the hundred holy blood armor.

"Wow--"

A hundred holy shadows flew out, standing in all directions in this area, like the stars holding the moon, keeping Zhang Ruochen at the center. Each shadow is a power with the level of saints in the realm of the earth.

The hundred sacred blood armors have a total of eight strengths, corresponding to the eight realms of the saint: the lower realm, the middle realm, the upper realm, the xuanhuang realm, the complete realm, the heavenly realm, the real realm, and the realm.

With Zhang Ruochen's current practice, he can only inspire the sixth strength at most. However, inspiring the sixth-strength power is just like having one hundred heavenly saints coming up, which is enough to suppress himself from moving.

On the contrary, the fifth-strength force was inspired, and a hundred sages from the terrestrial state were brought up, but Zhang Ruochen was able to erupt faster.

"Boom."

Sang Feng evoked a five-step holy king-level power, stepped out on one foot, and a thick layer of energy waves spread from the ground, shaking the black skull and Zhang Ruochen with some instability.

"Well."

Chang Fengyi boxed on the black skull's chest and threw it away.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen condensed the power of the hundred sages, like the same war **** in blood armor, holding Shen Yuan's ancient sword with both hands, and chopped down at Changfeng.

"The power of this sword is quite good, but it is a little worse than the three-step holy king. When you encounter this emperor, you are no different from the ants."

With her palm pressed against the sword's edge, Chang Feng directly grasped Shen Yuan's ancient sword and resolved all the power of Zhang Ruochen. Then, with a wave of his arm, Shen Yuan Gu Jian and Zhang Ruochen threw out at the same time, and slammed **** the ground.

However, before Zhang Ruochen had fallen to the ground, his body disappeared.

"It's space again."

Chang Feng noticed a slight spatial fluctuation coming from behind her.

Immediately, his eyes narrowed, and he stepped on one foot, just stepping on the blade of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, his mighty power, suppressing like a magic mountain.

"Give me death."

At a lightning speed, Chang Feng formed a palm print and slapped Zhang Ruochen's head.

"Wow--"

Zhang Ruochen disappeared from the place again, avoiding the killing of Chang Feng.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared more than 30 feet away from Changfeng, kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily. The previous few confrontations can be described as dangerous and dangerous. Even if it is slow for half an instant, he will be killed by Chang Feng.

Even though he had made precise calculations, he accepted every move as soon as he saw it, and immediately used space to escape, but was still shocked by the internal force of Chang Feng.

The black skeleton climbed up and returned to Zhang Ruochen's side, with a pair of evil spirit eyes, staring at the opposite Fengfeng.

At this moment ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Shangfeng felt that his body was extremely weak, as if he was suddenly two hundred years old. Such a sense of weakness was more than the injury in his body, but it also made him uncomfortable.

"How could this be?"

In the eyes of Chang Feng, a look of horror appeared, her body was shaking slightly, and she even stood unstable.

Different from the weakened phoenix, Zhang Ruochen was war-fighting, raised the Shen Yuan ancient sword in his hand, stared at the time mark on the sword body, and said lightly, "It is the power of time."? Previously, Zhang Ruochen ’s A few swords, not to kill Chang Feng at all, but to strike one after another on the body of Chang Feng, chop his Shou Yuan, making him weak.

Now that the big picture is set, Zhang Ruochen tells this secret.

"Yi Huang, go and kill him."

Zhang Ruochen's voice was rather indifferent.

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(There is something tonight, it is likely that it will not be updated, this ... I'm really sorry. Of course, if you come back early, I will definitely write another chapter.)