Xing Zhen understands that no ordinary people who can enter the Seven Killing World are all outstanding people in the sect.

A small defeat would not make Xing Zhen discouraged. After generally feeling the power of the spiritual energy of the seventh level of divine cultivation, he changed his fist and continued to fight with his sword.

Punishment can absorb flames and thunder, and even black thunder can absorb them. It is naturally no longer a problem to collide with the spiritual energy of the first seventh level of spiritual cultivation.

While Xing Zhen released the sword aura, he rushed forward. Even if the opponent was a powerful monster, he still had the advantage in close combat.

Suddenly, Xing Zhen's soles sank and his body fell straight down.

Jiao Wushuang's sarcasm came from above: "You dare to step on my spiritual dragon, so you can fall to death first."

Jiao Wushuang is not the arrogant and arrogant master. He saw that Xing Zhen’s sixth level spiritual cultivation could not control the wind and then put away the spiritual energy dragon under Xing Zhen’s feet.

A silver light suddenly appeared at the top of the spear. He raised his hand to slap the end of the spear. The spear shot downward and headed straight for Xing Zhen's head.

Worried that a shot would not cost Xing Zhen's life, Jiao Wushuang followed him and attacked him.

By the way, Xing Zhen had long expected that Jiao Wushuang would take advantage of his weaknesses that could not control the wind, and the gap in the realm of secret hatred was indeed difficult to make up.

You can't blame others. If you want to blame yourself, you can only blame yourself for being dull and progressing slowly in the divine cultivation and martial arts.

The mother and child blade that has long been hidden in the soles of the feet works in time, and it is still not a question to support yourself with energy.

Xing Zhen dared not delay, and he quickly drew his sword and pointed at the sky from a distance, and each sword and a gun collided with each other.

The momentum that had just stabilized was broken by a sudden huge force.

Xing Zhen is not panicked. He understands the sword-controlling method and also understands punishment better.

The thoughts move slightly, the red lines lit up on the surface of the punishment, and flames flow in the shallow grooves.

The temperature suddenly rose, and the sword aura was blessed with the essence.

While fighting the silver spear that wanted to pierce his head, he controlled the mother blade to resist the falling momentum. Xing Zhenyixin and the other two had a lot of burden, but they finally insisted on not allowing the rapid decline to continue.

Otherwise, if you don’t get pierced by a spear, you will be crushed into a meat paste, and it will be quite ugly.

He glanced down and saw that it was more than ten feet above the ground, which was considered to have escaped.
Chapter completed!