The black fog that suddenly appeared was the magic energy produced by the authentic demon world. Although it couldn't bring any harm to the Golden Immortal-level Elder Feng, it was possible to give him a little trouble.
Elder Feng had to guard against the siege of the three Jinxian masters, so he didn't pay much attention to the black energy. As far as he wanted to come, these black qi were just like Yang Chen just now, and they were handled lightly by him. Even if it seems to be much more concentrated, so what
In fact, as Elder Feng expected, the black qi only caused him a little trouble. As soon as the consciousness touches it, it will be a little dazed, and then there will be a lot of messy thoughts. If it was for those monks in the mortal world, it was a deadly attack, but for a golden immortal master in the immortal world, it was just to let him relive the feeling of being afraid of inner demons when he was young. The focus is still on the siege of the three Golden Immortal masters.
Boom, Long Puppet and Elder Feng made a bang. As expected by Elder Feng, the dragon puppet was smashed all the way, and the scales on his body dropped a lot. As long as two or three more hits, the dragon puppet can be severely damaged. Fortunately, it was just a puppet, otherwise, it would have caused him pain for a long time just now. But even so, the monk who controls the dragon puppet will not be better off.
However, the dragon puppet was hurt, but the Aolan over there seemed to be hurt more, and rushed towards him frantically. Elder Feng didn't know what the dragon puppet meant to Aolan. It was the fleshly body after the rebirth of the fire dragon. How could he allow him to be hurt so much
The rage was so mad that even Elder Feng had to deal with it carefully, not to mention Lin Zhengyuan who attacked at the same time. At the same time, facing the attack of the two Jinxian masters, Elder Feng had to deal with it with all his strength. As long as any one of them shows a little flaw. It was enough for Elder Feng to find a chance to defeat it individually.
Elder Feng, who was trying his best to deal with the master of Jinxian, did not notice that a thin sword energy was still wrapped in the previous black mist. When the consciousness encounters the black fog, there will be negative emotions. Therefore, Elder Feng was very smart to shield the black fog from his body, and did not use his spiritual sense to probe. Wait until the sword energy reaches the body. This is now.
Elder Feng appreciates this kind of echoing attack. If the target is not him, he will be happy to comment on these consecutive attacks. However, right now, he doesn't have that kind of leisurely attitude, and he still needs to deal with the sword qi first.
In Elder Feng's mind, a mere amount of sword qi, even the sword qi released by a master of the Jinxian level, may not be able to break through his body that has been tempered by the Xuanxian tribulation.
Only, when the sword energy broke through his skin. When he got into his body and penetrated into his inner organs, he realized that he underestimated this sword energy too much.
Of course, sword qi can only go so far. This is a supreme pure Yang sword qi from Shi Shanshan's full strength. Using the sword qi from the Pure Yang Immortal Sword, the sword worked.
Elder Feng had a pinhole-sized wound on his body, and a little blood was oozing from the wound. It looks unremarkable. But Elder Feng himself knew that his inner organs were hurt.
Relying on his formidable strength, Elder Feng stopped the sword qi when it went further, and then abruptly dissipated the sword qi. But even so. The internal organs were also pierced a little, although it was not fatal, it would not affect too much. But after all, he was injured.
He was a dignified Jinxian master in the lower realm of the immortal realm, under the siege of several small masters in the spiritual realm. It was injured! Is it bearable, what is unbearable? Elder Feng was mad on the spot. With a roar, the surging spiritual power is no longer restricted by the spiritual world, and it circulates wildly.
Boom, like a huge bomb exploded, with Elder Feng as the center, an incomparably huge round pit was directly blown up. The terrifying explosion pushed Aolan Lin Zhengyuan and Long Puppet directly out of the distance. The angry Elder Feng finally revealed the fighting power of a terrifying fairyland master.
The only thing that wasn't under Elder Feng's control was the flying sword in Yang Chen's hands, which was called the flying sword of his life. That was his puppet's natal flying sword, and the puppet was exactly the same as him, so when he used this flying sword, no one would doubt that it was not his natal flying sword.
Even though he used the control power of the experts in the fairy world, the flying sword was still firmly held in Yang Chen's hands. Yang Chen could not destroy Feijian temporarily, but Feijian could not return to Elder Feng's hands.
Dangdang, the sound of a series of Immortal Slaying Knives hitting the flying sword continued uninterruptedly. Because the black bracelet had just been incorporated, it affected the sharpness of the Immortal Slaying Sword. Yang Chen hadn't chopped down the flying sword for so long, but the continuous hard smashing had left some traces on the flying sword.
Elder Feng had never suffered such a humiliation and humiliation before, and when he moved, he was about to rush towards Yang Chen. Before the person arrived, his fist had already been blasted out. With a full-strength blow, even if Yang Chen's protective magic weapon was strong, his entire body would explode and die.
Suddenly, there was a small snow-white fist in front of Elder Feng's fist, and Gong Sunling's face also emerged. The two fists were facing each other, and for a while, the sound of continuous fist bombardment continued to sound.
Just at this moment, Elder Feng and every one of the tens of billions of creatures in the geographical map of mountains and rivers hit the right punch. Rao is his golden immortal-level toughness, but after sharing tens of billions of power, there is no destructive power. None of the creatures in the geographical map of mountains and rivers died because of punching.
Boom, at the last moment, a thousand-mile-long cave suddenly appeared and was slammed by Elder Feng. That cave house endured Elder Feng's last strength, and it exploded into pieces, leaving nothing behind the size of a fist. In the violent explosion, the fragments of the cave directly covered thousands of miles.
This is not enough, and then another cave appeared. Elder Feng also got tempered, and without saying a word, he punched again. But then a third cave appeared in front of him, as if testing Elder Feng's patience.
"I want to see how many cave houses you have that can take my attack." Elder Feng did not believe in evil, and he showed the most powerful state, and he didn't care about any masters in the spiritual world. At most, Aolan and Lin Zhengyuan were able to restrain him, and they were far from hurting him.
"It's enough for you to die of exhaustion." Gongsun Ling's coquettish words came, but it was tit for tat, not at all afraid because he was a master of Jinxian.
In the continuous rumbling, after a while, no less than dozens of cave dwellings with a radius of thousands of miles have been bombarded by Elder Feng. Fragments of each cave are scattered in every corner of the cave where they are located.
Aolan Lin Zhengyuan and Long Puppet surrounded them again, and they also exhausted their strongest strength and attacked frantically. (To be continued!