"puff!"

After saying this, the Qingyang sword in his hand was slightly deflected by the Gangfeng sword energy, but it still stabbed Nie Feng in the left rib.

His robe sleeves suddenly flew up, like layers of flying clouds, meeting the sword in Nie Feng's hand.

"Boo boo!"

With the explosive sound of energy, Zhang Wu's face flashed with golden energy, and he mobilized his vitality to swing out his left palm. The brilliance flashed like gold forging, and he thrust forward fiercely and slapped the sword body hard.

"Snapped!"

The two figures were suddenly separated. Zhang Wu's left waist was opened with a bloody mouth, and his figure fluttered to the ground.

Nie Feng's condition was even more terrible. A large area of ​​his left rib was stained red with blood. The air flow all over his body was chaotic and his meridians were twisting. His body was flying backwards completely uncontrollably. He could hardly stand. He could only use his sword with all his strength.

Standing still, I didn't fall down just now.

Several cultivators standing aside saw such a great opportunity but failed to seize it. They roared and attacked with swords.

At this moment, Nie Feng's bones were in pain and cracked, his right hand numbly clenched the hilt of the sword, trembling uncontrollably, but unable to counterattack.
Chapter completed!