Dongfang Zimo raised his hand, and a dazzling sword light spread out in all directions.
Not only did the crimson in front of him fly hundreds of feet away, but a powerful aura swept out.
"This power is impossible! How could a late-stage foundation-building monk emit such terrifying power? Could that green sword be..." Zheng Ling's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body froze in place.
"Such a powerful sword energy, City Lord save us!"
The hearts of the three foundation-building monks were beating wildly, and they felt a murderous aura coming. They horrifiedly used various means to save their lives, and at the same time roared with despair on their faces.
But in the next second, these people were cut into pieces in the dazzling sword light.
Whether it is a shield or a barrier, they are completely vulnerable to this magic weapon.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, except for a few corpses that were split into several pieces, there was no trace of Zheng Ling. There was only a conch floating in the air with a flash of light.
This person actually used secret techniques to escape before he even had time to collect the counterfeit magic weapon.
"Don't try to run away!" Yang Chen's eyes flashed, and he suddenly looked at a red light in the sky, and without hesitation, he released the Feng Shenzhou and chased after it.
When Dongfang Zimo saw this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Even if a half-step golden elixir monk was defeated and fled, he couldn't easily kill him.
However, Dongfang Zimo looked at the conch floating in the air, pondered for a moment and then grabbed it with his five fingers.
He put the fake magic weapon into his storage bag, then released a blue long sword, and Yu Jian chased after him.
Regardless of whether he can defeat this man or not, Dongfang Zimo cannot let Yang Chen take risks alone.
Zheng Ling stepped on a feather-shaped magic weapon and escaped thousands of feet away in less than an instant. The speed was extremely fast.
But it was only for a short while, and the flight speed behind suddenly slowed down slowly.
Yang Chen's Wind Divine Boat was not slow either. Coupled with his advanced cultivation to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, his escape speed was also much faster. Within a short time, he could close the distance to about a few hundred feet.
When Zheng Ling saw that Yang Chen was the only one chasing behind him, his gloomy face suddenly showed a hint of cunning.
"A late-stage foundation-building monk dares to chase down a monk with half a step of golden elixir. He is really looking for death!" Just as he was planning to lure the opponent to a place of five people and then kill him, a dazzling light suddenly emitted from behind.
"What!" Zheng Ling just glanced back and was so frightened that she turned pale.
He saw a golden rune as big as a roulette wheel flying towards him, and it exuded a frightening aura.
"Impossible! Two foundation-building monks actually have magic weapons on their bodies!" Zheng Ling said, but he patted the storage bag with a trembling hand, and layers of shields immediately protected him.
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With a flash of fire, he also summoned a long red flame blade, which continued to grow in size in the air until it stopped about ten feet away.
The red flame long blade slashed into the air, and a huge blast of flames collided with the golden runes.
However, where the golden runes passed, these flames were not all extinguished, and eventually all the layers of shields on Zheng Ling's body were torn apart.
Zheng Ling screamed and was shot down.
Yang Chen held the golden brush in his hand, looked down calmly, and then urged the Feng Shenzhou to fall down.
Dongfang Zimo, who was behind him, saw the strange movement in front of him from a distance, frowned slightly and accelerated his escape.
Arriving at Yipingpo, Yang Chen put the Feng Shenzhou into his storage bag and took a closer look.
After Fangcai's blow, Zheng Ling was lying on the ground in a miserable state. However, his vitality was seriously injured and his life was not in danger.
As his strength grows, the power of using magic weapons becomes much greater than before.
"What made you have murderous intentions towards us?" Seeing that this person seemed to have no ability to escape, Yang Chen asked calmly.
"Hmph! If you want to kill me, kill me. Master will avenge me." Zheng Ling was dripping with blood from the blood donation. Even though he fell into this miserable situation, he was neither humble nor arrogant.
"Master? Who is your master?" Yang Chen's heart sank when he heard this. This person has already cultivated in the fake elixir realm, and the person who can become his master must be a golden elixir monk or above.
"His master is me."
At this moment, a cold, emotionless voice echoed in the air.
Yang Chen looked around solemnly, his consciousness suddenly released, but he could not find the person who spoke.
When he came to his senses, a gorgeous and elegant unmanned sedan suddenly appeared in the sky.
The curtain was lifted up by a force, revealing a young man wearing a white robe with a cold expression.
When Yang Chen saw this person's appearance, his pupils shrank, and he looked at the man in white robes with shock on his face.
"Little Zheng Ling pays homage to the master!" The moment the unmanned sedan appeared, Zheng Ling's face turned pale, and she hurriedly knelt down on one knee and said in awe-filled tone.
"Good come." The man in white robe said coldly, looking in a certain direction. The curtain was drawn down again, and the sedan quickly fled in the direction where the man in white robe was looking.
This person never paid attention to Zheng Ling below, which actually made him secretly relieved.
"It turned out to be that person! No!" After the sedan chair went away, Yang Chen suddenly remembered something and shouted angrily. Then he released the Feng Shenzhou, pushing the boat's speed to the extreme and turning it into a ray of light.
Flying through the air.
Dongfang Zimo, who was rushing towards Yang Chen, suddenly noticed a powerful aura coming from him. His heart moved and he held the green sword in his hand vigilantly.
"I didn't expect you to be here. It was really hard for me to find you."
A five-person sedan floated in front, and a man's voice came from inside.
"Who are you?" Dongfang Zimo frowned and asked solemnly.
"Huh? You don't recognize me? That's right. I have lost all my cultivation to such an extent. What else is impossible, but it's okay not to remember." In the sedan, there was a young man wearing a white robe and carrying a sword.
The man was sitting there, looking at Dongfang Zimo with indifferent eyes.
"Your appearance..." Dongfang Zimo couldn't help but show horror when he saw this person's face, and the scene from a year ago naturally appeared in his mind.
"I am you, you are me. Are you surprised to see yourself?" the man in white robe said with a cold expression.
"Who are you!" Dongfang Zimo heard this and immediately held the green sword tightly in his hands.
The origin of this person is unknown. He wanted to harm Dongfang Zimo last time. Fortunately, Xin Yi was there, so he was safe.
But now this man in white robe came here specifically to look for Dongfang Zimo. It would be a lie to say that he was not worried based on the other party's unfathomable strength.
The man in white robe wanted to say something else, but suddenly a huge golden rune flew out of the distance, and a flying boat approached at a very fast speed.
"Senior brother!" When Dongfang Zimo saw Yang Chen's appearance, he felt happy and hurriedly flew towards the Wind God Boat with his sword.
"The dying man still wants to escape from under my nose!" The man in white robe slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, and with a clang, a sword beam nearly ten feet long shot out from the sedan chair.