The poisonous insects crawled out of that mechanism were colorful and of different colors. As soon as they came out, they crawled towards Wu Feng. Wu Feng subconsciously reached into his arms, intending to find a yellow paper talisman, burning a pure yang fire to burn these poisonous insects to death. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered his arms, he realized that the yellow paper talismans in his arms had been soaked in water, and there was no way to use them anymore. At this time, the poisonous insects were already very close to him. Wu Feng suddenly looked shaking and took a few steps back. Zhou Ming and Hu Xiaojie quickly stepped forward, holding the weapons in their hands, intending to slap the poisonous insects crawling towards him one by one.

Everyone retreated, and the poisonous insects were handed over to me. Wu Feng suddenly shouted, then raised the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand and pinched several hand gestures in succession. But when the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword shone again, Wu Feng's clothes were blowing without wind, and the sword energy was radiating for a moment. Seeing this, Zhou Ming and Hu Xiaojie hurriedly retreated, knowing that Wu Feng was going to use his ultimate move again this time.

The two of them retreated seven or eight steps in a row and saw Wu Feng sweep the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword left and right, and an invisible sword energy surged from above the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword, spreading around like ripples, and accompanied by a desolate and majestic dragon roar.

When this sword energy passed by, it was like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The poisonous insects crawling over were immediately blown into the air, making bursting sounds in the air. When they fell to the ground, they all turned into dead insects, and they were all in a scene of broken stomachs and intestines. It was so miserable.

However, the sword energy still did not completely dissipate, and it was still rippling around in waves. Even Zhou Ming and Hu Xiaojie, who were seven or eight steps away, could feel the bitter sword energy, like the biting cold wind in the cold winter, blowing on their faces, and the pain was like a knife cut. So both of them had a good cultivation level, and they could still stand there safely in such a bitter sword energy.

After a long time, the sword energy dissipated, but Hu Xiaojie, who was standing by, widened his eyes in shock, took a deep breath, and said to Zhou Ming beside him: You brothers and brothers really opened my eyes, especially Wu Feng, who is so old, has reached such an amazing level of cultivation, and is decisive and skillful at his actions, which is not what he should have at his age. And just now, I seemed to vaguely hear a roar from the sword he took. Listening to this movement, it is not something that ordinary spirit beasts can have. The roar is extremely domineering, and there is a momentum that looks down on the world. Compared with it, Chiwen monsters are nothing.
Chapter completed!