Thousands of sword cultivators are floating in the air, and thousands of swords are pointed at Peng Ao and the others.

Swish, swish, swish!

Countless sword lights flew out, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, and rushed towards Peng Ao and the others.

"This guy can't escape, so he wants to fight me head-on?"

"But you still have the nerve to use this trivial skill on me?"

Peng Ao sneered, not to mention Qin Cheng's sword technique. Although it looked exquisite, it was not an immortal technique after all and could not threaten his own existence.

Simply speaking, facing three people and such a small attack target, it is extremely stupid to use such a large-scale spell.

There is a blood-colored fairy sword in his hand, surrounded by sword light, like a shield, shattering all the sword light coming from it.

However, these sword radiances were originally shot in a wide range. Although Peng Ao and the others blocked all the sword radiances that came towards them, they inevitably caused more sword radiances to scatter in all directions.

"Demon Emperor's Palm!"

"The Flame Emperor's Finger!"

Next, Qin Cheng cast all those spells that could no longer keep up with his own cultivation.

These spells will not reveal his identity. On the contrary, because he is very proficient, he can perform them very easily.

Boom!

Without exception, these spells are all aggressive in a wide range. Even the Flame Emperor's Finger can penetrate several miles quickly.

And various spells, driven by Qin Cheng's unreserved spiritual energy, also caused a shocking roar all around, and smoke and dust rose up in the entire area.

"What is this guy going to do? Does he think this kind of magic can hurt me?"

Peng Ao shattered a black arrow shot by Qin Cheng with one punch, and Peng Ao let out a low groan.

"Your Highness, no, something is wrong. This guy is not attacking us."

But the expression of the old man beside him changed.

"Listen to the sounds around you. This bastard has attracted the phantom beasts around us."

"What?"

Peng Ao suddenly looked around.

Sure enough, under the seemingly chaotic and less lethal spells in Qin Cheng, many phantom beasts were taking shape, and they were closer to the three of them, so the first target after waking up was to fall on the three of them.

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"You guys, imitate our example and induce phantom beasts to deal with us, trying to block our retreat. If you want to scare me, stop dreaming!"

Peng Ao's face darkened, and then he rushed towards Qin Cheng.

When he saw the phantom beasts appearing around him, Qin Cheng turned around long ago, not wanting to fight at all, but continued flying towards the distance.

Next, Peng Ao and the others continued to attack the front and the front, while Qin Cheng erupted various spells at regular intervals. The direction of the attack was not towards the three of them at all, but completely towards their rear.

As a result, no matter before or after, the number of phantom beasts is increasing, and their strength is getting stronger and stronger as they move towards the center of the dangerous area.

As a result, Peng Ao's nose almost became angry.

This bastard learned his own tricks and used them against them. Now the three of them are attacking forward to block Qin Cheng's way, while Qin Cheng is blocking their way back.

"You brat, if you want to scare me, let's see who's braver!"

Peng Ao roared again, and Qin Cheng and Qin Cheng began to desperately bombard the spiritual energy in all directions, attracting more fantasy beasts.

Peng Ao's eyes turned red, and the two elders almost went crazy with fear.

The prince can lose his mind, but as protectors, they must not go crazy with each other.


Chapter completed!