Magical Doctor Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 743 The Battle of Power [1]

A silver light flashed, and a silver sword with a sharp and cold light appeared in Rong Jing's hand, and the air was immediately distorted.

Mo Feixun felt his throat immediately become sweet, and a dark light flashed in his red eyes.

Such a strong breath.

Rong Jing's strength is really not low, it can even be described as terrifying.

Mo Feixun knew that Beiming Yufeng's strength was terrifying, but she didn't have much confidence in his confrontation with Rong Jing.

"Xun'er, back off, I'm afraid that your blood will be splashed all over your body." Beiming Yufeng's handsome face was cold and devoid of human eyes, looking at Rong Jing as if looking at a corpse.

He raised his hand and stood in front of Murphy to make her back up.

"Be careful yourself." Mo Feixun pursed his lips, although she wanted to help him, but with her current strength, she would only die if she went up.

It is impossible for Rong Jing to let Beiming Yufeng go, and Beiming Yufeng will not let it go, a battle between these two men is inevitable!

Beiming Yufeng didn't talk nonsense anymore, his toes touched the ground, and an invisible oppression spread out.

Silver hair danced lightly, white light flashed in his hand, and a palm-wide long sword appeared in his hand, with faint blue light shining on it.

This is the first time Mo Feixun has seen Beiming Yufeng use a weapon!

Beiming Yufeng also knew that Rong Jing in front of him was not someone he had met before, and both of them took out their rare weapons.

Shadow Sword!
Shocking Sword!
Mo Feixun knew these two swords, they were both ancient artifacts and peerless swords.

The weapons alone carried the murderous aura of monstrous waves, coupled with the amazing coercion of the two men, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the blue sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Clang!"

The long swords in the hands of the two collided quickly, sparks flew out, and then bounced away quickly, and the two tall figures quickly retreated a few steps.

When the two collided together, the ground trembled, and the air seemed to tear a huge hole, and the bone-chilling wind continued to spread around, making Murphy and the others tremble.

The battle of spiritual power is simply beyond the reach of these small practitioners.

The wind was blowing loudly, the wind was violent, and loud rumbling noises were continuously heard in the midair.

It was too terrifying, like a hundred ghosts howling, the entire Xuanming Palace was shrouded in the breath of hellish death, so everyone was trembling.

Within a few breaths, Beiming Yufeng and Rong Jing had already fought three moves.

With just three moves, two-finger-wide cracks appeared on the ground and on the nearby buildings, which was very frightening.

Mo Feixun looked nervously at the two people who were fighting, feeling very worried.

Beiming Yufeng's injury must have not healed yet, seeing his pale face, Mo Feixun clenched his fingers a little bit, and his red eyes rolled quickly.

Beiming Yufeng's injury still needs to rest for a while, in order to find Mo Feixun, he has no time to cultivate.

Now it was a desperate battle, and he couldn't care less about his injuries.

When confronting Rong Jing with the first move, all the healed wounds on his back burst open.

If it weren't for the black robe he was wearing, I'm afraid he could already see the blood soaking his clothes.

It's better if you can't see it...so that Mo Feixun won't worry more.

"Don't you care about my furnace cauldron very much? I want you to see with your own eyes how I use the furnace cauldron." Rong Jing felt Beiming Yufeng's five strokes after fighting with Beiming Yufeng. Yufeng's aura was not as strong as it was at the beginning, he curled his lips coldly, and his eyes were full of complacency.

Dare to fight him, overestimate your strength!
(End of this chapter)