Monk Fatong was holding Zhou Ming's Chiwen Bone Sword and couldn't help but be shocked. The thunder spirit contained in this sword was too domineering. Although Zhou Ming fainted, the dark red runes on the sword were still flashing, and the entire sword body was shaking slightly.

After all, Master Fatong is not an idiot. He hurriedly raised the Chiwen Bone Sword and secretly used the Great Buddhist Dharma to it. The Chiwen Bone Sword in his hand shook, but the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dissipated quickly, and the thunder sound disappeared.

What a peerless sword, I opened my eyes today. Master Fatong held Zhou Ming's Chiwen bone sword and said endlessly.

From afar, Wu Feng saw that the monk Miaoshan beat Zhou Ming to a blow, and then Zhou Ming fell down. Wu Feng's heart suddenly became cold and he was even more sad and angry. The monk's stick must be very important. If he had made a desperate move, Zhou Ming would not have the fate.

The eldest brother Wu Feng shouted sadly, his body was like the wind, he lifted the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword and ran towards Zhou Ming.

The monk Miaoshan quickly turned around, raised the monk's stick, and asked Wu Feng to smash it. Wu Feng's eyes wide open, and the seven-star dragon abyss sword in his hand went horizontally to face the monk's stick. With just one sword, the monk's stick was broken into two pieces. The monk Miaoshan's cultivation was also good, and the reaction was timely. He quickly turned his hand into a palm and hit Wu Feng's chest. Wu Feng immediately stretched out his palm and fought with the monk Miaoshan. Wu Feng didn't want to kill anyone. The force of this palm was only 50%, but this was a feminine palm. Wu Feng's unique skill. After fighting with this palm, Wu Feng's body did not move, but the monk Miaoshan immediately sprayed blood, flew backwards, smashed seven or eight monks in succession before pausing.

Wu Feng raised his sword again and wanted to snatch Zhou Ming back, but he was still one step late. Monk Fatong directly aimed the sword at Zhou Ming's neck and said sternly: Wu Feng, put down the weapon in his hand. If you show off again, I will start killing.

You dared Wu Feng to be furious. The Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword shook and pointed at Fatong. Angry flames burned in his bloody eyes. What he couldn't accept the most was that others threaten him with the lives of his closest relatives.

If you dare to move, I will dare to kill you. If you don’t believe me, try it. Put down your weapons and surrender. I just said this last time. Monk Fatong aimed at Zhou Ming’s throat with the Chiwen Bone Sword and put it down half an inch. The tip of the sword had already pierced into Zhou Ming’s flesh.

Wu Feng clenched his teeth, and his anger gradually dissipated. He did not dare to bet on his senior brother's life. The master was already in the hands of the old thief Wufengzi. The senior brother must not have any more flaws. It's just that the general situation is hopeless. In the face of any danger, no matter how strong the enemy faced, Wu Feng never lowered his head. He never fought to the last moment. But this time, Wu Feng decided to give up. He could not lose his senior brother, absolutely not.

The purple light of the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword in Wu Feng's hand disappeared in an instant. Then, he slowly put the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword down. With a bang, the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword landed on the ground and made a crisp buzzing sound.
Chapter completed!