Everyone then saw a huge fire phoenix, roaring with its wings that spread dozens of feet out, emitting flames that were burning and unstoppable!

They retreated again, fearing that they would be affected by the terrifying aura emitted by both sides. If this was affected, it would not be torn apart by the sword energy, and the flames on the fire phoenix would be burned to pieces!

"Is this the most powerful elder of the Phoenix God under the command of the King of Yan in the south? I feel that he is not inferior to the teacher in terms of momentum..."

Jianjun's eyes narrowed and he said seriously.

On the other side, Xinghun Mountain, Jianshao and others were also watching the battle situation. Xinghun Mountain glanced at Jianshao and found that his face was no longer as arrogant as before. Instead, there was a hint of regret in his eyes. He smiled and said, "If Mr. Feng hadn't stopped you in time, you would have been the deceased soul under the sword of the continent master. This is not the Sword Tomb of the Guzhu Sword, and you can't do whatever you want!"

Listening to these slightly threatening words, Jianshao, who was proud, snorted coldly, but did not refute. It seemed that the fluctuations in front of him contained powerful power did make him feel a little afraid.

At this time, Jian Tang's invisible sword instantly slashed down, slashing on the giant shadow of the fire phoenix, and directly splitting the waves of flames around him.

The fire phoenix suddenly made a more harsh roar, and the flames flowing on the body instantly turned into purple flames. Its wings suddenly closed, and the purple flames actually swallowed the invisible sword.

"The Fire Phoenix turns into a purple phoenix. It seems that during the days when you lived in the south, your cultivation has not been abandoned." Jian Tang's movements were graceful, pointing his sword in front of him. His deep eyes were reflected by the fire of the purple flames, but they seemed extremely deep and not at all panic.

"For the blessing of Lord Master of the continent, you are in charge of the Central Earth Swordsman. In your eyes, Xiao Xiao urinates dare not make any attacks, but it made the fellow Taoists in the south feel a little stuffy, wanting to see when you will fail!"

The phoenix flew with its sleeves and its red hair fluttered, like a god who dominated the fire of heaven and earth, with a calm expression.

"Hmph, invade Middle Earth? Your fellow Taoists in the south really look down on themselves. As long as the Tianzong is standing, it is impossible to give you another hundred years!" Jian Tang's tone was filled with a hint of arrogance.

Feng Linkong smiled and said, "The deadlock has been gradually broken. After all, Tianzong inherited from Jiang Yanghao, not Xu Wanjue!"

Hearing this, Jian Tang suddenly drew a sharp edge in his calm eyes, and his sword finger suddenly slashed downwards in front of him. The sword suddenly cut through the huge wave of purple flames like a cloud that broke through millions of miles, as if it had cut a crack in the world!

"What!"

Everyone was shocked.

Jianscar was even more frightened, unable to suppress the trembling of the tiger's body, and said in horror: "The peak of the eighth level of sword intent!"

"Are you sure?" Feng Jihai suddenly turned his head and looked at Jianscar, his eyes full of shock.

Xinghun Mountain was also shocked and murmured: "No, it's not that the sixth level of sword aims at the celestial phenomena, nor the seventh level of cracking the earth, but the eighth level of opening the heavenly realm?!"

Jianscar swallowed his saliva with difficulty and nodded, "It's not wrong, it's the eighth level of the heavenly realm. Look at the clouds and mists in the sky!"

The few people looked up and saw that the clouds and mist in the sky were like a huge vortex, vaguely visible. A white line was opened in the middle of the vortex, like a strange phenomenon in the world!

"Brother, stop!" Feng Jihai sent a message to Feng Linkong without hesitation, and then his old face sank.

The purple flame was slashed with a sword and completely dispersed around, revealing Feng Linkong's pale face. Then, there was a red robe with many tiny sword marks on his body.

Feng Linkong had fine beads of sweat on his forehead, panting, and looking a little embarrassed.

call out--!

The real sword was brought behind Jian Tang.
Chapter completed!