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Xiao Yifeng blasted out with a punch, and the endless star light burst out, condensing directly into a huge star punch in the void.

This star fist shadow released the supreme power of heaven and earth, bombarded with the huge finger of the opponent.

Boom boom! !! !!

A series of roars rang, and endless energy exploded.

Xingchen Quanying strongly collided with Xuanming's fingers, and the tsunami-like air waves rolled away, and everyone around them was backed up by the shock.

Pedal Pedal! !! !!

With a blow, Xuanyou trembled, took a few steps back, and almost exited the ring.

In a short period of time, Xiao Yifeng broke the attack of the four celestial pride of Nirvana in a row and looked extremely powerful.

People around looked at Xiao Yifeng with shocking expressions.

Xiao Yun, Yan Long and Wu Yinghui on the stage looked at Xiao Yifeng with a flashing look.

"Let's go together, just a few of them, it's not enough for me to grit my teeth!"

Xiao Yifeng looked at Xiao Yun, Yan Long and Wu Yinghui.

"Arrogant boy, let me see what you are capable of!"

Wu Yinghui watched Xiao Yifeng and yelled. A cold long sword appeared in his hand. As soon as the long sword appeared, a cold atmosphere was released.

"I will let you see the power of my Jiuyou Que Han Sword today!"

Wu Yinghui watched Xiao Yifeng drink coldly, rushed out, and a sword swept out, and the cold, cold and cold air burst out directly.

The grade of this sword has reached the level of semi-artifact, plus the terrible cold power contained in it, the power is even more powerful.

boom!

Xiao Yifeng blasted out with a punch, directly hitting the opponent's semi-artifact sword with a slamming blow. Suddenly, a cold and cold air from the opponent's sword rushed directly into Xiao Yifeng's body.

As soon as this cold chill rushed into Xiao Yifeng's body, he scrambled in his body. Suddenly, Xiao Yifeng felt that the internal organs and blood of the body began to condense into ice, and a piercing tingle swept through his body.

Xiao Yifeng frowned immediately.

"Boy, Jiuyou's chills have learned so much!"

Wu Yinghui looked at Xiao Yifeng's expression and sneered.

"A little strength, but unfortunately not enough!"

Xiao Yi sighed coldly, a flame swept out of his body, and the chilly air suddenly disappeared under the impact of the Chiyan sky fire.

"How can you be so fast?"

It was all right to see Xiao Yifeng, Wu Yinghui's look changed, and a shocked look flashed in his eyes.

Snapped!

Xiao Yifeng grasped the opponent's Jiuyou Hanhan with his bare hands, staring at the opponent coldly.

"Asshole!"

Seeing that Xiao Yifeng was okay, Wu Yinghui's face sank, and a mighty force rushed into these nine **** cold swords, and a roar immediately sounded.

A horror-like chill of the sword blasted towards Xiao Yifeng's palm, and the palm of Xiao Yifeng's sword was blocked by the cold chill.

Although Wu Yinghui is not practicing the power of ice, he uses this semi-artifact sword to erupt the cold air that can freeze and condense people.

"Boy, you are ready to die under my sword!"

Wu Yinghui's eyes flashed a cold look at Xiao Yifeng, but Xiao Yifeng greeted him with a sneer.

"ignorance!"

Xiao Yifeng's disdain vomited, and the hand holding the sword erupted a group of Chiyan Skyfire. When this Chiyan Skyfire appeared, the cold and cold air invading Xiao Yifeng's arm instantly turned into nothingness.

At the same time, the Chiyan Skyfire burned the Jiuyou Quenching Sword as soon as it came out, making the sword tremble violently, and the flame swept away towards Wu Yinghui.

Watching the red flames sweeping across the sky, Wu Yinghui's face changed, and he immediately gave up the semi-artifact sword, his body receded, and his spiritual power broke out.

A defensive shield was formed to resist the Chiyan Skyfire, but Wu Yinghui was still completely backed by the Chiyan Skyfire, his face paled.

With a wave of Xiao Yifeng's hand, Chi Yan Tianhuo returned to his body. As for the Jiuyou Quehan sword, it was directly accepted by him.

"Boy, return me Jiuyou Hanhan Sword!"

Wu Yinghui watched Xiao Yifeng put away his half-artifact sword, his face changed and he yelled.

"Now it belongs to me. Take it back from me if you have the ability!"

Xiao Yifeng smiled slightly.

"you……"

Wu Yinghui stared at Xiao Yifeng with a strong anger in his eyes, his fists clenched.

"Did he show Skyfire just now?"

The strong men and other people in these major gates noticed the flames released by Xiao Yifeng and speculated.

"I didn't expect this man to have mastered a kind of skyfire! It looks like he is there, and we do have a chance to win the battle of Danta!"

Xia Zhenghai looked at Xiao Yifeng with a smile on his face, and the level of his nine-level alchemist naturally recognized that the flame that Xiao Yifeng had just cast was just the sky fire.

"Your strength is stronger than before, so let me take a good look at your skills!"

Yan Long looked at Xiao Yifeng and sang in a loud voice. In his eyes, there seemed to be two hot flames burning, and there was a horrible flame directly flowing from his body.

This Yanlong also burst out of the triple strength of Nirvana, burning with a terrifying flame, and his strength is stronger than when he was in Jiuyanshan.

"Come on, let me see how much you have improved!"

Xiao Yifeng smiled slightly.

boom!

The entire Yanlong person turned into a flame and rushed to Xiao Yifeng ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, carrying a terrible flame with a punch, attacked Xiao Yifeng severely.

Xiao Yifeng also blasted out with one punch, and his fist was filled with flames, and the two punches collided together.

A series of flame energy and spiritual ripples burst out, and the void around them was all torn and torn apart.

They both receded, looking at each other.

"Just let you taste the true sky fire!"

Yan Long said indifferently, his hands slowly raised, and the burning flame was even more terrifying. Soaring into the sky, two fiery red flames were burning above his hands.

As the flame came out, the temperature of the air around the entire ring suddenly rose, and the horrible flame enveloped the ring.

Everyone on the ring has a feeling of being in the depths of the molten flame, sweating their foreheads, urging their own strength to resist the terrible temperature released by this flame.

"Skyfire!"

Looking at the flame released by Yan Long, there was a look of shock in the eyes of all the people on the ring, other onlookers, and those of the major gates.

Obviously, this Yanlong had no control over a kind of sky fire, which is indeed the ancient tribe.