She never expected Chu Yuan's sword light to be so sharp and domineering, and she actually shattered her handprint under a sword.

Chu Yuan was overjoyed when he saw that the sword light was so powerful, but he was not at ease, and with a move in his hand, a green hill appeared in the palm of his hand.

The hill was shining brightly, suspended in the palm of his hand, Chu Yuan pinched the trick in his hand, and the hill trembled slightly, and in the flash of green light, it turned into a hundred and ten zhang huge.

Seeing this, Yan Fei's face sank, and with a pinch of the trick in her hand, the two fingers of her right hand were put together, and a little in the air, she turned into an invisible sword qi, and this sword qi trembled in the air, and instantly turned into a hundred and ten zhang big.

The terrifying aura that spread from the sword qi made even Chu Yuan's heart beat in shock, as soon as the sword qi came out, the surrounding space trembled, and the space cracked like a spider's web.

"I'll take your head." Yan Fei's tone was cold and emotionless.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it fell from the sky, if Chu Yuan was directly hit by this sword, I am afraid that his body would instantly turn into two halves.

With a sword, the space was almost torn apart, turning into two halves, and the sword qi slashed towards Chu Yuan's head.

"Go"

Chu Yuan walked towards Qianzhong Peak, and with a trembling of the peak, it turned into nine emerald green giant mountains of the same size in the blink of an eye. Each one is verdant and full of life.

"Boom"

The incomparable sword qi fell on the mountain peak, and the emerald green mountain peak trembled, almost being cut in two by this sword.

The waves of air rolled, the gravel flew in all directions, and countless green lights burst out in the air, and the nine peaks were hit by the domineering sword qi one after another, and they were forcibly blocked, but the top of the mountain peaks was also a mess.

"How so?"

Yan Fei's face changed, revealing a look of disbelief, the invisible sword qi she cultivated could be said to be indestructible, but now she was blocked by a Jindan stage monk, and her face sank.

Seeing this, Ling Ziyan knew that something was wrong, Chu Yuan's cultivation was too far from her, and under the roll of her sleeve robe, there was an extra multicolored feather fan.

With a wave of the feather fan in Ling Ziyan's hand, five different flames spread out from the feather fan, and as soon as these firebirds rolled down, they instantly turned into five giant birds with long necks and long songs, colorful giant birds, each giant bird was an iron beak and silver hook, the feathers were five colors, and the flames on the wings were blazing.

The five firebirds cried and rushed towards Yan Fei like arrows off the string.

Yan Fei's beautiful eyes flashed, her jade hand was raised, and a pitch-black leather bag appeared in her hand, and a black and eerie cold air spread out from this bag.

Suddenly, there was a ghostly chirp in the black leather bag, and the wind was strong, and countless ghosts flew out of the bag.

The ghosts fangs and claws, their faces hideous, and their tentacles continued to expand and contract, and finally their sharp teeth misfitted and made a creaking sound.

"There are 100,000 Yin Souls here, hmph, I see what other tricks you have." Yan Fei sneered, and with a wave of his robe, those ghosts surged out like a flood of floods.

The black mist rose into the sky, and the whole sky became a little cold because of the appearance of these 100,000 ghosts.

And because these fierce souls were fostered by Yan Fei with the essence blood of human monks, each of them was very fierce. His eyes were red, with a hint of bloodlust.

At the moment of release, these ghosts showed a greedy color and bloodthirsty intent, especially for Chu Yuan and Ling Ziyan.

Those cultivators who had been watching the battle showed horror on their faces when they saw the 100,000 ghosts. They are now weak and vulnerable, and if they are targeted by these fierce demons, I am afraid that they will be devoured in an instant.

When Chu Yuan saw these ghosts, he secretly complained in his heart, his previous Three Sea Flags had lost their effect after Zhong Xuan's soul flew away, otherwise it would not be easy to clean up these ghosts.

Ling Ziyan looked at these ghosts, and with a little in his hand, five firebirds turned into the size of a hundred zhang and rushed towards the dense ghosts that were surging like ocean waves.

Yan Fei let out a low cry, and those ghosts grinned, and those fangs kept grinding in their mouths, making a piercing sound.

"Boom"

A deafening sound came out, and the sky was filled with terrible screams, countless faint voices came out, and in the rolling waves of fire, many ghosts were eliminated at once.

However, the sharp voices of many ghosts aroused more and more ferocity, and one by one they were not afraid of death, and they rushed towards the flames, and after losing hundreds of ghosts, those flames also disappeared.

Ling Ziyan's face changed, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to spew out a small emerald green sword.

"I'll clean them up." Chu Yuan saw that Ling Ziyan was about to rush over directly, and hurriedly said.

He took off the Shura Qiankun bag around his waist and moved the contents to other storage bags.

"Can you do this broken bag?" Seeing Chu Yuan tugging at the waistband of his trousers and taking out a bag that looked like tatters, Ling Ziyan frowned.

Damn, this is a good baby, this chick's eyes are really low, Chu Yuan listened to her words, his heart seemed to be stabbed by a knife, the blood was soaring, and he felt dizzy.

"Don't worry, I'm going to collect such filthy, cruel and ferocious ghosts in this bag." Chu Yuanqiang squeezed out a smile and said.

"It really works." Ling Ziyan glanced at him with some suspicion, seeing that he was full of confidence and didn't look like he was lying.

"Just look at it." Chu Yuan pointed at the Shura Qiankun bag, the pocket trembled, the mouth of the bag opened, and a huge suction force came out from inside.

"Suck me!"

Chu Yuan pinched the trick in his hand and threw the Shura Qiankun bag into the air, and the Shura Qiankun bag turned into ten zhang in the air, and a huge hurricane spread out of the pocket, and the hurricane swept towards those fierce souls.

Those ghosts were just about to make a move, and suddenly those ghosts let out a terrible scream, and their bodies trembled one by one, and all those who were swept away by the hurricane were sucked like Shura Qiankun bags without exception.

The hurricane erupted continuously, and those ghosts, which were originally hideous and very ferocious, showed a look of horror at this moment, and all retreated.

Yan Fei saw that Chu Yuan's broken bag actually inhaled all the ghosts he had carefully cultivated, his face was cloudy, and his eyes almost erupted with fire.

Seeing this, Ling Ziyan was overjoyed, there were too many ghosts, if she shot directly, it would consume a lot of aura, and there was Yan Fei in front of her, although Chu Yuan was strong, he was not her opponent.

Chu Yuan saw that as long as the hurricane in the mouth of the bag affected those ghosts, those ghosts were sucked into their pockets in the screams, no matter how they struggled, and they were all smiling.

In an instant, those fierce souls were absorbed by Chu Yuan's Shura Qiankun belt, and there were as many as thirty or forty thousand.

The rest of the fierce spirits, although their intelligence is not high, they also feel the terrible force of the suction and retreat one after another.

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