"kill!"

Feng Ji holds the magical sword, which turns into light, and his body is wrapped in the shadow of a long dragon.

Ding Xie put his hands behind his hands, turned his palms over, and condensed his magic power into an awl about a foot long: "Break the magic."

The unique skill of Wanfa Sect is breaking the magic cone.

"bass."

The spell-breaking cone was suddenly activated, directly smashing the head of the sword shadow dragon. The sword shadow light condensed with mana suddenly dissipated and turned into dots of starlight.

Finally, it was nailed firmly to Feng Ji's shoulder blade.

Ding Xie flipped his hand and was about to gather the second spell-breaking cone.

Feng Ji knew that he could not win, not because of his unrecovered injuries, but because of the gap in essential strength.

He took action for so long that he couldn't even force the opponent to draw his weapon.

"My monks..."

Feng Ji vomited blood, looked up at the sky, and murmured: "How can you die in the middle of a fight?"

The surrounding spiritual energy gathered crazily towards Feng Ji's body.

With Feng Ji's body as the center, a huge spiritual energy vortex was condensed.

Seeing such a scene, Ding Xie sighed: "Why bother?"

The second condensed spell-breaking cone was not fired and dissipated in his hand.

The liquefied mana in Feng Ji's Dantian gathered crazily toward the center.

In the blink of an eye, the effort has gathered into an illusory golden elixir, spinning smoothly.

Just when he was about to take another step, a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth, and cracks appeared on his originally flawless body.

"Energy formation!"

Feng Ji yelled.

Crazy compression of mana, the Yin Shen in the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly opened his eyes, and flew into Dantian.

The liquefied mana in the Dantian Qi sea surged and impacted an illusory golden elixir in the center area.

However, turning from illusion to reality is a natural obstacle for Feng Ji. No matter how hard he tries, the illusion of golden elixir has no intention of condensing.

Even the originally illusory golden elixir had cracks.

Yin Shen's body is also full of cracks.

The calamity clouds that had just been gathering in the sky had disappeared.

"Failed."

Not only did he fail, Feng Ji also lost his life.

Visible aging of the body.

The sword light in Ding Xie's hand flashed, and Feng Ji's head immediately flew away from his neck and was put into the box by him.

"Feng Ji, Yuanlingzong, was given the title of head."

"The Wanfa Sect upholds the law of the world, and if the Yuanling Sect violates it again, the sect will be implicated. Don't say that it was unpredicted."

"Leave the head."

The head of Yuanling Sect rushed up and tried to snatch Feng Ji's head.

"presumptuous!"

Ding Xie shouted, and the seals in his hands condensed.

A huge palm slapped it down.

With a bang, Feng Qi was hit hard on the mountain peak.

It also left a huge palm print on the mountain peak.

This palm print not only frightened another elder, but also frightened all the Yuanling Sect monks.

For the first time, they knew that high-level monks could be so strong.

Feng Qi watched helplessly as Ding Xie flew away.

The opponent was too strong, so strong that he couldn't resist at all.

"We are both monks in the middle stage of foundation building."

"Why, why is the gap so big?"

Feng Qi yelled: "Why!"

…

In front of the palace gate, Wen Yue walked into the main hall.

Emperor Liang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Your Majesty, Marquis Wu'an is here." Gao Quan woke up Emperor Liang in a low voice.

Dragging his exhausted body and unable to open his eyes, he still struggled to look at the person at the door, his voice weak: "Marquis Wu'an, you are old..."

"You are getting old, but I am going to die."

Wen Yue shook his head slightly: "Your Majesty, everyone will die, no one is exception."

"I still remember that I first met Marquis Wu'an that year. We were both very young at that time. We held candlelight talks at night and discussed the situation in the north."

Emperor Liang looked at Wen Yue.

He wanted to see Marquis Wu An again before he died, and his expression was complicated: "Is the immortal really better than the mortal?"

Wen Yue felt his hand on the pulse of Emperor Liang's wrist, and his pupils narrowed slightly.

Because he discovered a surprising secret.
Chapter completed!