Chapter 539 Overwhelming the Three Flower Realms, the Sword Is Unsealed

Yang Qingxuan's face remained unchanged, his fingers changed in the air, and with a light swipe, an arc formed at the fingertips and shot out.

"what?"

Feng Hui was stunned, although the string light was not powerful, but it was sharp, split the space and gave him a dangerous feeling.

"How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon!"

Feng Hui's face darkened, revealing a murderous look of sarcasm, his palm changed, and he clenched his five fingers into a fist, pressing the air so loudly that it hit the string of light.

"Boom!"

Under the explosion, the light flickered and dissipated.

Ziyuan also drew her sword and slashed up, cutting Fenghui's head straight. Under that sword, the whole space became soft, like a viscous liquid. That sword seemed fast and slow, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling .

"Two bugs, today my son is going to crush you!"

Feng Hui raised his hand, his arm shriveled quickly, and pimple-like particles burst out on the skin, covering the surface. With the surge of barren air, the space was distorted, suppressing the momentum of the Elegy Sword , and punch out!

"Boom!"

Ziyuan only felt that the sword was pressed down like a mountain, and her whole arm sank, and the terrible barrenness struck from all directions like rolling blades. Her whole body was shocked, and the white clothes were torn apart with a "chi la", her hair was broken, and the black hair fell like a waterfall, floating behind her.

Feng Hui narrowed his pupils, and there was a surprised look in his eyes, "So she is a woman, and she looks quite iconic." A lustful-evil fire flashed in her pupils.

"you……!"

Ziyuan was ashamed and angry, but the desolate air seemed to have a strong adsorption force, and she couldn't move under the pressure. The snow-like skin on her arms began to turn yellow, and it kept cracking under the wind blade. Even her face That's all.

"Hehe." Feng Hui said with a sinister smile, "If such an exquisite beauty turns into a mummy like this, I would be a little bit unbearable."

"So... you'd better go die!"

Yang Qingxuan's icy voice sounded, a darkness appeared around him, and a little bit of green fire appeared, turning into countless unjust ghosts, and with the strange long sword in his hand, he chopped down in the air.

"You kid still has some skills. I'm a little curious about the identities of the two of you."

Feng Hui's eyes flashed, his fists turned into palms, and he slapped out violently, with a "boom", Zi Yuan was knocked away, flying tens of feet away, blood spilled from the corner of Zi Yuan's mouth, and he retreated more than ten steps to stabilize after landing body.

Then Feng Hui grabbed it with one hand, and a powerful force exploded from under his palm, turning into a battle halberd and flying out. It was covered with runes of the Desolate Race, blocking the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

"Boom!"

The two weapons intersected, and the ghostly and desolate air collided together, turning into two distinct worlds.

However, the power of the Zhantian Halberd obviously overwhelmed the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk. Under the powerful force, countless ghosts screamed and exploded, turning into glowing green flames.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth, he knew that it wasn't that he was incapable of using weapons, but that there was a big gap between his own realm and the opponent's. Immediately, he held his left hand empty, a ball of flame exploded, and powerful sword energy gushed out from it, turning into Nanming Lihuo sword.

Lifting up the sword, flame vortices emerged around the blade, floating in the air like those green will-o'-the-wisps.

Then the sword moved horizontally, and it slashed over, "Three thousand fires!"

The sword energy of fire was juxtaposed with the gloomy ghost energy, and they all slashed on the Zhantian halberd. With a "bang", the towering sword light was shaken, and the open fire and ghost fire swirled together, pressing forward, and falling into the downwind momentum , a little bit back.

Feng Hui was taken aback, and said in horror: "Impossible!"

Anger burst out of his eyes, no matter in terms of cultivation, skills or weapons, he thought he had the absolute upper hand. He thought it was an easy situation to crush, but he couldn't take it for a while, which made him feel ashamed and angry .

"I'll see how long you can last!"

Feng Hui printed a few formulas on the Zhantian Halberd, and the light on the halberd suddenly exploded. The runes on it were like a circle of water patterns, rippling for three or four feet, completely blocking the two streams of sword energy, and began to fight back .

Yang Qingxuan's expression changed, and his pressed feet slid backwards. There was a sharp light in his eyes, and he stared violently with his toes, and the ground exploded, raising dust.

The muscles in the hands holding the sword swelled, blood lines protruded, and the body swelled, turning into a bull with green horns.

After transforming, his power suddenly increased, and he suppressed the Zhantian Halberd again, showing an evenly matched appearance.

"What?!" Feng Hui's eyeballs protruded, his face was full of ferocity, and he roared: "Impossible! How can the scum of Lun Hai's early days be able to compete with me!"

His pupils shrank, and there was a slight explosion in his body, and his strength increased little by little. In the middle stage of Lun Hai...the late stage...the Great Perfection..., with a bang, he directly stepped into the Three Flowers Realm!

Yang Qingxuan's expression changed drastically. No matter how difficult it was for the two swords to hold the Heavenly War Halberd, the violent barren air crushed him, the two swords shattered in his hands, and he retreated several steps. stab down.

"Scumbag, go to hell!" Feng Hui's face turned cold, his eyes filled with grim smiles, and he pushed towards the Zhantian Halberd with one palm, causing the power on the Zhantian Halberd to increase dramatically.

Yang Qingxuan held Jackie Chan in both hands, and grabbed the war halberd in both hands at once, pressing down firmly with his true energy.

One after another runes swayed from the halberd, like water waves, shaking his arms and body, rapidly consuming his body functions.

Feng Hui sneered and said: "Do you know the end of provoking me now? Do you feel extremely uncomfortable with this wildness? Haha... huh?"

As soon as he laughed out loud, he stopped.

Yang Qingxuan's face was very calm, there was no wave in his eyes, and he seemed to turn a blind eye to the disadvantages in front of him.

This made Feng Hui very angry, especially his calm demeanor made him extremely uncomfortable. Under this calm aura, he seemed manic and superficial, and roared: "Pretend to be calm, go to hell!" !"

He flew up, grabbed the halberd, and stabbed down.

Yang Qingxuan couldn't resist the force of the halberd, and was stabbed into the chest, and his whole body exploded with a "bang", but there was no flesh and blood, just a piece of wild sand.

The wild sand swirls and condenses directly in the sky, turning into the guardian of the sand, staring at Feng Hui coldly with sunken eyes.

At the same time, he raised his palm, and boundless flames burned from his body, forming two fireballs, which appeared under his palm like palm lines.

Before Feng Hui could react, surrounded by six suns, it turned into a palm, which slammed down like a meteorite from the sky.

At this moment, Ziyuan was also standing with the sword in her hand, and punched into the sword body with one hand, and the talisman light shot out, and the sword was slowly unsealed, revealing the terrifying and ferocious sword body.

The handle resembles a tortured half-assed, strapped to the sword. A black snake was wrapped around the woman's body, her bronze skin was dotted with various runes, and her face showed pain, so lifelike.

//Start four updates today, update time adjustment...let me think about it...