Chen Feng locked his eyes on the big sword and looked a little solemn.
The aura emitted by the knife is getting stronger and stronger, as if a sleeping beast is resurrecting, making people want to kneel down unconsciously.
"If you hand over Hanxuan Bingyan obediently, I can accept you as my disciple." Uncle Zhang's eyes were eager to stick to Hanxuan Bingyan.
"You have a good talent. If you die because of this, it will be a great loss to the mysterious world."
Listening to Uncle Zhang's words, Chen Feng only felt ridiculous.
If he really hands over Han Xuan Bingyan, can Uncle Zhang let him go?
"If you want it, come and get it yourself!"
"Arrogant kid!" Uncle Zhang felt that Chen Feng was really ungrateful, but being able to achieve his current level of cultivation at such an age is indeed a source of pride.
It's just a pity that when meeting him, this rising star will crash.
A violent aura emanated from the blade, causing sand and stones to fly for a moment.
"Huh?" Chen Feng's heart moved and he summoned the rune stone spear.
In the past, the rune stone gun could only respond when it was infused with powerful spiritual energy. At this moment, one-third of the runes on the gun's body lit up, exuding a strong fighting spirit.
Looking at the broadsword in Uncle Zhang's hand, Chen Feng knew that the Rune Stone Spear had met an interested opponent.
Since the Rune Stone Spear takes the initiative to show off its power, why wouldn't he use it?
It is precisely because of this that Chen Feng becomes more and more curious about Mokou Cliff. Where and what kind of place can a weapon like the Rune Stone Gun appear?
Now he couldn't allow him to think too much. Uncle Zhang struck down with his sword, and the sun, moon and stars also crashed, creating a scene of doomsday like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
For a moment, it seemed that only the white sword energy was left between heaven and earth, and it slashed at Chen Feng's head.
"snort."
Chen Feng rose into the sky and directly met the sword energy. The spiritual energy was poured into the rune stone spear. The spear rose in the wind, and the runes on the gun body emitted a blazing light, like the scorching sun across the sky.
The sword energy collided with the rune stone spear fiercely on the ground, and an invisible air flow passed through. One third of Blackwater Town was reduced to ruins, and some people with low cultivation levels were directly wiped out.
Under the gloomy sky, the runes on the rune stone gun were bright, constantly absorbing the sword energy, and the Taotie power inside was also greedily absorbing the sword energy.
If it weren't for Taotie's strength, Chen Feng wouldn't be able to withstand this blow.
Even so, he felt that half of his body was paralyzed, and he looked at Uncle Zhang stiffly, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at this scene, Uncle Zhang was a little surprised in his eyes, but then he regained his composure.
If Chen Feng couldn't even block this attack, how could he live up to his reputation?
"Boy, let me see how many blows you can take."
"Eighteen cuts with the magic sword!"
Knife after knife was struck out, and the world was split into two halves.
Chen Feng held the rune stone spear and wanted to dodge, but the sword energy seemed to be locked on him, and no matter what he did, he couldn't avoid it.
"Boy, stop struggling fearlessly." A smile appeared on Uncle Zhang's lips, looking a little weird.
Since he couldn't escape, Chen Feng stood on the spot and faced the sword energy.
"Shaking Heaven Fist."
Countless fist shadows appeared, and the three sword energy that rushed towards them were directly blasted into pieces.
Chen Feng tensed up and stared at the whizzing sword energy with a solemn expression.
Only after being exposed to it can you know how powerful this sword energy is.
And the eighteen cuts of this magic sword are even stronger than the last.
"The power of ten thousand Buddhas!"
A shining golden Buddha figure appeared out of thin air. He had a bald head and long ears and closed his eyes tightly. His face was filled with compassion and compassion.
As the Buddha's shadow half-opened its eyes, the mountain-like palm turned around and took the picture.