Big dreamer

On the city wall, Bai Xiaotian and the other three were temporarily ignored. After all, the three of them were not yet at the Taiyi realm and did not pose a threat at all.

Watching Heilian Daoyuan go away, Yaofeng's expression suddenly changed and he quickly looked towards his sleeves. I saw a large golden light suddenly lighting up inside his sleeves,

It began to expand violently while rolling, and in an instant it had grown more than ten times in size. Judging from the outline, the traces of a thick giant pillar were clearly visible. "This is……"

Futu was frowning when he saw that Yaofeng's face had become extremely ugly. "I can't be trapped any longer. That fellow has discovered the weakness of Qiankun's robe."

Yaofeng shouted low, raised his sleeve and swung it forward. There was a flash of light from his cuffs, and a huge golden pillar that was ten feet long and more than ten feet thick opened a hole, and a figure flashed out of it, flying hundreds of feet away in an instant.

After escaping, Shen Luo raised his hand and made a move, and the Xuanhuang Yiqi stick quickly shrank, drew an arc in mid-air, and flew back to Shen Luo's hand. "How did you find out?" Yaofeng rolled up his sleeves and asked coldly.

"What's so difficult about this? Every time I attack with my sword, the sword light always lands on the right spot. Although I can't break the world in your sleeves, as long as it lands on the right spot, there must be a limit.

But when I personally explore it, I feel like I'm in nothingness, with a sense of boundlessness. It shows that your magical space is only for living creatures, not for magic weapons or attack spells. "

Shen Luo sneered and said. "That's it." Yaofeng nodded and said.

The moment he finished speaking, a string of rosary beads on his wrist suddenly broke, and eleven black rosary beads flew out instantly, shooting towards Shen Luo.

Shen Luo focused his gaze and saw that the eleven rosary beads looked dull and nothing special. However, he did not relax his care. With a wave of his hand, eleven pure Yang flying swords flew out. Target them one by one.

However, the moment the rosary approached, light suddenly lit up on it, its flight trajectory changed, and its speed doubled. It directly avoided the Pure Yang Flying Sword and headed straight for Shenluo's surprise attack.

The moment the rosary approached, an extremely sharp aura erupted from it. "Sword Pill!" Shen Luo thought and immediately knew what that thing was.

Soon enough, the black and yellow stick in his hand rotated rapidly, and dense shadows of the stick moved toward the eleven sword pills.

There was a sharp sound of "zheng". The eleven sword pills flashed with light and turned into eleven sharp small swords, which easily passed through the dense shadow of sticks.

That kind of passing is not passing through the gap of the stick shadow, but passing through the stick shadow itself. It is also passing through the body of the Xuanhuang Yiqi stick, and the stick body does not block it at all.

Before Shen Luo could react, those flying swords were already touching his eyebrows. In a hurry, Shen Luo had no time to use any other means, so he could only summon the protective light and use the body of a peak Aether Yi master to meet the blow.

Seeing this scene, Yaofeng suddenly showed a smile of success. Just listen to a soft "pop" sound!

Eleven small black swords shot into the center of Shen Luo's eyebrows, and his Taiyi body was passed through like paper in front of it.

When Shen Luo realized that these eleven sword pills were "heart swords" refined by Yaofeng from other people's souls, and they could directly attack his soul regardless of defense, it was too late.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, eleven black flying swords passed by, immediately tearing open eleven huge holes.

An indescribable pain spread from the depths of his soul, and Shen Luo's eyes suddenly became blurry. He felt as if his soul had been divided into twelve pieces, and he could no longer concentrate.

"Kill him now." Yaofeng retracted his sword and roared. Futu, who had already leaped to the top of his head, fell like a cannonball, and his black robe flew up, revealing a body with exaggeratedly bulging muscles.

The muscles of one of his arms are knotted, covered with dark red luster, and demonic runes are wrapped around it, exuding extremely rich demonic energy. Outside his fist, a black fist shadow is condensed. .

Above the shadow of the fist, there was an extremely terrifying coercion. Under its fist, the void was compressed and sunken, and there were small black space cracks all around, with the power to tear the void apart. At this moment, Shen Luo's soul was severely injured and his body was still stiff. It was impossible to dodge this terrifying punch.

"Hundred-layer cliff!"

Futu shouted loudly, and punched Shen's head with one punch.

A trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen the bloody scene where the other party's head was smashed to pieces by his punch.

At this moment, Shen Luo's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the momentum around him suddenly surged. He put away the Xuanhuang Qi stick, raised the Minghong sword with one hand, and slashed diagonally upward with a blazing force.

There was a loud sound of the sword, and a green sword light suddenly erupted from his hand, extending a hundred feet and slashing towards Futu.

The latter was surprised by Shen Luo's sudden escape, but did not panic. He punched Shen Luo forcefully without losing any strength, and had no intention of restraining himself at all.

"Boom" sounded. The green sword exploded in response, Futu's fist pressed down all the way, and the surface burned with blazing flames, constantly consuming the black demonic energy wrapped around the surface.

By the time his fist hit the tip of Minghong's sword, the black demonic energy had been exhausted. A sharp "Zheng" sound sounded.

The long knife in Shen Luo's hand shook violently, and the blade trembled. An extremely powerful force passed through his body, making his bones make a "click" sound.

The ground where his feet stepped on suddenly made two loud "bang bang" sounds, and two violent air waves exploded, blasting all the stone slabs on the ground within a radius of more than ten feet and flying out.

Futu's power was also exhausted at this moment, and his figure flew up, keeping distance from Shen Luo.

Shen Luo's legs sank to the ground, and he glanced at the cracks and ravines on the ground, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. The demon in the black cloak was no longer as powerful as him, and his strength was unexpected. Fierce.

He held the long sword in one hand, and the eleven pure Yang flying swords also flew back and hung at his side.

"I just warmed up, now I'll play with you."

Shen Luo sneered and waved. Eleven pure Yang flying swords flew out one after another and went straight towards Yaofeng, and his figure followed closely behind and rushed over.

When Yaofeng saw that Shen Luo had targeted him, there was no look of surprise on his face. However, with a twist of his wrist, a black crystal magic wand appeared in his palm.

The magic wand was only two feet long, with an exquisite skull sculpture carved on the top. It exuded a strong aura of death, causing the surrounding void to suddenly cool down.

"Ha, you're good to go! Just use it to try the black jade skeleton given by Lord Chi You." Yaofeng sneered, the aura around him surged, and the billowing magic power poured into the black magic wand in his hand.