After getting the consent of the old man in the Void Return Stage, Phantom and the other two disciples of the Demon Palace in the Dual Soul Stage sped forward. Phantom went straight for Can Feng, while the other two attacked Zheng Lin and Helian Qianxun respectively.
At the beginning of the meeting, the two sides did not say a word. The fight began instantly, and three battlefields were formed at the same time.
The speed of the phantom was still very fast. At the moment of flying, a long phantom was dragged out behind her, as if thousands of phantoms were advancing in a line at the same time, and the fight between her and Can Feng also started first.
Can Feng was only 30% slower than Phantom in the past. Now equipped with the Purple Wind Boots, his speed has been greatly improved. Now he is no longer afraid of competing with Phantom to see who is faster.
Can Feng has not really experienced the acceleration effect of low-grade mysterious weapons. He only tried it briefly before.
Phantom started with the same old routine, which was to attack Can Feng with speed. But after a while, she found that Can Feng's speed was different from what it used to be. He was even faster than her. This made Phantom very unconvinced.
The fight between the two turned into a race.
Compared to Can Feng's dazzling situation, Zheng Lin and Helian Qianxun were in a precarious situation. Although Helian Qianxun was higher in cultivation than Zheng Lin, she was forcibly promoted to the Yuanling stage by the elixir.
In front of the dual-soul stage monks, if it weren't for the abundance of magic weapons, it would be difficult to persist for even a moment.
Fortunately, the Dual Soul Stage monk who was fighting Helian Qianxun knew her identity and did not kill her. He might have been ordered to capture Helian Qianxun alive.
In the situation of the three of them, Zheng Lin was the only one in real danger. The Dual Soul Stage monks fighting him had no intention of holding back. Every attack went straight to the vital point and was done with all his strength.
Before ten moves had passed, Zheng Lin had already been hit four times, and the top-grade spiritual weapon-level armor presented by the Demon Emperor also shattered into pieces.
Zheng Lin also had a battle armor, but the level was too low, and it was not enough to defend against attacks from masters at the dual soul stage. If it weren’t for the bracelet on his wrist given by Helian Qianxun, which helped him defend against the monk’s final blow, Zheng Lin would have probably
Already dead.
Under the attack of the monks at the dual soul stage, the magic bracelet shattered directly, and the fragments penetrated deeply into Zheng Lin's body. Blood emerged drop by drop. Since there was no gravity, they shone with strange colors like stars.
Why are there colors? That's because the blood in the monk's body contains a lot of energy, and the brilliance is the overflow of energy in the blood.
"Hmph..." Thinking of the reward that the Demon King would give after his opponent was killed, the dual soul monk who was fighting with Zheng Lin couldn't help but sneered and rushed forward again like a bloody beast.
Zheng Lin was depressed, secretly cursing the Mingkong Sword in his hand for not showing its power yet, but he had no choice but to wave the Mingkong Sword again to meet him. However, the Mingkong Sword once again disappointed Zheng Lin——
The speed of the dual-soul demon cultivator left Zheng Lin with no choice. He jumped directly over the resistance of the Mingkong Sword and stamped his big palm hard on Zheng Lin's back.
Zheng Lin felt that all the bones in his body were shattered at this moment. If it hadn't been for the transformation of the golden scales he had just cultivated, which made his body very tough, this palm would have been enough to completely collapse Zheng Lin's body.
My whole body was in unbearable pain, blood was constantly flowing from the corners of my mouth, and my long, tied hair was spread out.
The essence in the Dantian was surging, constantly and furiously washing through Zheng Lin's veins. Fortunately, thanks to the control of the life lock, there was no riot, and even the essence and blood in the bone marrow did not fluctuate much.
Without giving Zheng Lin much time to breathe, the pair of soul-stage demonic cultivators came over again, waving a strange-looking attack magic weapon in their hands.
The magic weapon looks like a sickle, with a long handle, and black talisman fluctuations flowing on the sickle blade. It is obvious that relatively powerful spells are sealed in it, making the magic weapon more spiritual and its attack power more powerful.
This person was wearing black clothes, with red cloth strips on the cuffs and collar, and the black magic power around him was spinning rapidly, making the whole person look like the god of death had come to the world.
He smiled arrogantly, and after he got close to Zheng Lin, he swung his sickle magic weapon and struck it down on the head. The light of the sickle's blade seemed to tear apart the space, spreading in an arc towards Zheng Lin's head.
Zheng Lin's internal situation had just calmed down, but he was unable to defend himself. Even if he defended, it was in vain. He had no magic weapon that could defend him against the opponent's attacks.
He just waved the Mingkong Sword to block like a conditioned reflex. After a crisp "ding" sound, although the blade of the Mingkong Sword came into contact with the sickle, the other half slapped Zheng Lin hard on the chest, causing him to
In an instant, he flew back more than 10,000 meters.
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