The poisonous sword immortal said that the Northern Wei Dynasty Heavenly Son was pitiful, that was because Li Yuanhao had just entered the Divine Heaven Realm, and he had reached the supreme realm of Great Perfection outside the world, and his face was full of exhaustion after returning to the body.

And all this is just to improve the combat power, in order to be able to match the poisonous sword immortal, as for the consequences, whether it will hurt the fundamentals, the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty has no energy, let alone time to think.

The son of heaven of a country should be high up, sit back and enjoy his success, and sit back and relax, but at this moment, he has fallen here, how can he not be pitied?

Li Yuanhao commented that Murong Feng was pitiful, that was because the lord of the Western Regions went all the way west, and after many battles, he was already covered in blood and a little embarrassed, for Li Yuanhao, the poisonous sword immortal spent his whole life, fell in love with someone he shouldn't love, and strangled his lover under the pear blossom tree with his own hands, and was the peak of his life for half his life, and now he is still alone, no matter how strong the killing power is, he is alone, and there is no more pitiful person in the world than him.

Holding a boulder in his hand, Murong Feng could still walk in the air, but the word pitiful blurted out, and the boulder was simply thrown out by the poisonous sword immortal and smashed into Li Yuanhao's head.

Li Yuanhao's hand interrupted the sword flying, and the vast breath was like water flooding the rice field, squeezing the sword qi into the boulder, and the boulder cracked one after another fine lines, and then exploded, and at the top of his head, the boulder was twisted into countless gravel by the sword qi, and fell one after another.

Murong Feng snorted coldly, stretched out the ten fingers of his hands, and suddenly grabbed it, and countless gravels were pulled by the breath, about to recondense the cracked boulders, and there was a faint breath between the gravels, and continued to smash towards the Northern Wei Emperor.

If holding up 10,000 catties of boulders is a manifestation of a strong breath, then this ability to integrate the stone is the essence of the Divine Heaven Realm - all things in heaven and earth, between my palms.

The boulder fell, it was tantamount to the sky falling and the earth cracked, Li Yuanhao felt a strong wind blowing in front of her, but she did not panic, even if the poisonous sword immortal really made the sky fall, she would not feel strange.

With his hands clasped together and slapped heavily, a momentum of turning over the river and the sea rose from the ground and went straight to the sky. Wandering outside the world, watching the sea in the South China Sea, she felt and realized, she turned into a sword, soared into the sky, and hit the boulder above her head.

Arrogant and unreasonable, the power is huge, the boulder newly condensed by the poisonous sword immortal is torn apart, Li Yuanhao held the broken sword head-on, and the simple two sword qi roared out and slashed towards Murong Feng, but the seemingly huge sword qi had not yet arrived, and it disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea, and those cracked stones did not fall to the ground, but seemed to be pulled by a thin line, suspended in the air, it was a ...... Sword Formation!

"To the east of Junma Town, I once met a disciple of the Southern Liang Sword Sect and realized a sword formation, which is quite interesting, Murong Feng borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, let you the Northern Wei Dynasty Son also taste it!"

The stones suspended in the air raised their heads one after another, shooting towards Li Yuanhao like tens of thousands of sharp swords, just like a dragon elephant galloping, the poisonous sword immortal has the strongest lethality, and has the capital to be proud of the others, but in fact, the lord of the Western Regions has never underestimated anyone in the world, Zhao Xingtu's sword formation has three types, Tianfa kills, and the stars are hidden. The ground is killed, and the dragon and snake rise to land. People kill people, and heaven and earth repeat.

There are ten thousand swords shot from the ground, the gravel is like a sword, it is the ground killing machine, not giving Li Yuanhao time to deal with it, Murong Feng is like a hook with one hand, swooping down, and striking up and down, it is the fourth type extended by Zhao Xingtu's sword array, heaven and man are combined, and Wanhua is the foundation.

Li Yuanhao didn't care about the stone ten thousand swords behind him, he still faced Murong Feng, the broken sword was in the palm of Murong Feng's hand, and two silver threads poked out of his sleeve, like two dexterous hands constantly stabbing at the stone ten thousand swords.

The sound of explosions in the sky continued, stone chips flew all over the sky, and the smoke and dust were agitated, instantly submerging the figures of the two people, and occasionally the aftermath of the collision of breath came out of the cloud of smoke and dust, cutting into the stone wall.

A full quarter of an hour later, the figures of the two shot out from the smoke and dust, and Murong Feng advanced step by step, forcing Li Yuanhao to keep retreating, tired of coping.

Seeing that his back was about to hit the stone wall, and there was still a line between him, Li Yuanhao's feet swept back, his body was suspended, his feet stood on the cliff, and he ran against the stone wall.

Murong Feng smiled slightly, followed him like a shadow, pushed out with one palm, and pressed on the broken sword, Li Yuanhao retreated violently, Murong Feng stepped lightly, the stone wall sank with him as the center, Li Yuanhao was unstable, and the poisonous sword immortal swept to his side again, and smashed it down with a punch.

Li Yuanhao gritted his teeth, twisted his hands, and vented the fist gang on the opposite side, and the two silver threads crept and meandered, suddenly stabbing out, and frantically stabbed at Murong Feng's back.

The Poison Sword Immortal glanced at the silver line coldly, opened one hand widely, and pinched the two silver wires in a thousand shots, the silver line that was usually invincible was caught for the first time, Li Yuanhao was distracted for a while, and immediately came up with a countermeasure, quickly ran out of a big circle along Murong Feng, tied the Poison Sword Immortal homeopathically, and tightened it violently, and the silver line that should have been tightened into the flesh and blood did not move a bit.

Murong Feng shook his shoulders slightly, and the silver thread between the two shook out an arc, and a force of energy passed through the silver thread and went straight into Li Yuanhao's body, and that momentum was like a dragon entering the river, setting off turbulent waves in her body, forcibly stabilizing her mind, pointing at her chest, and strangling that breath in her body.

Li Yuanhao is good at hiding his aura, so he has always had a soft spot for the sword planting technique of burying sword qi in other people's bodies, and today Murong Feng shook his shoulders and poured the aura into Li Yuanhao's body, which is the same reason, but the poisonous sword immortal is too domineering, there is no need to hide, and it is directly detonated.

Closing the line back to his sleeve, Li Yuanhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stabilized his mind, and the two silver lines swung and circled, wandering on his arm, forming two lines of armor, and the turquoise small sword that had been drawn but not triggered, hovered in front of him, buzzing.

Murong Feng suddenly smiled, his smile meaningful: "Poisonous Sword Immortal, Poisonous Sword Immortal, what is Poisonous Sword Immortal?"

Standing in front of him with one hand, two small scarlet snakes hovered on his arm, spitting scarlet letters, these two little snakes are the meaning of the word "poison" in the poisonous sword fairy, which is the most poisonous thing in the world, and it is also a rare treasure in the world.

At this moment, the two little snakes were obediently hovering above Murong Feng's arms, the snake's tails were hooked with each other, and the snake's body was wrapped around the arm, and two lines of armor were formed.

Li Yuanhao was slightly surprised, and the next moment something surprised her happened.

A blood-red flying sword shot out from the poisonous sword immortal's body out of nowhere, just like Li Yuanhao's turquoise sword, hovering in front of him, buzzing.

Silver thread against little snake, flying sword against flying sword!