The martial artists of the third realm were unable to resist the attack of the phoenix at this moment, and the other martial artists were even more unbearable, the fireball had not yet rushed over, and the heat wave that swept over them evaporated all the blood in their bodies, turning them into dried corpses. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not far away, even if it is dozens of meters away from the place where the phoenix is, the heat wave is still spreading, although the temperature has dropped a lot, it is still very amazing, so that the boiling magma has a feeling of rushing out of the volcano.

Wang Peng fled far away as early as the reminder on the last page, and was hiding a hundred meters away at this time, exuding his soul and perceiving every move there.

After one of the third realm martial artists fell, the faces of the other eight third realm monks were completely gloomy, they naturally knew the strength of the phoenix, but in their expectations, they had so many martial artists to attack together, and killing the phoenix was just a matter of time to capture, the key was the final distribution.

But after really coming into contact with Phoenix, they realized that they were outrageously wrong!

"Shoot with all your might, it can't last long like this!" These martial artists of the third realm are not ordinary, and when they discovered the fact that the phoenix burned the bloodline and improved their strength, immediately, the three brothers who appeared in front of the phoenix said to the other martial artists with solemn expressions.

After the three of them finished speaking, they saw about ten fireballs rushing over, like ten rounds of scorching sun, accompanied by a mighty heat wave, sweeping over.

Terrifying power, even they all felt a strong aura of death, if they were the slightest careless, maybe they would all follow in the footsteps of the previous Third Realm martial artist.

Thinking of this, the muscles of their bodies squirmed slightly, and the vast fluctuations of qi and blood began to rush out of their bodies without reservation, disturbing the magma around them, and the momentum was overwhelming.

At this moment, in Wang Peng's induction, after those few people urged their whole body qi and blood with all their strength, their bodies seemed to have risen a lot, and behind them, there was a blood-colored phantom that reached the sky, like an ancient emperor, exuding a terrifying coercion that penetrated deep into the soul.

"What's that?" Wang Peng stared at the blood-colored phantom curiously and asked the last page. It was the first time he had seen a monk from the Third Realm go all out.

"The law is the world. Although the third realm has no mana, the martial artists who have reached that realm have the mysteries of broken limbs and regeneration, infinite power, etc., and what really represents the martial arts entering the third realm is the law phase world. The last page explains.

"It's hard to explain to you for a while, I can only say that the martial artists who have reached that realm will have their own powerful natal powers, and moving mountains and reclaiming the sea is just a piece of cake." On the last page, there was a hint of memory in his eyes, and then he said slowly.

"Law Phase, Heaven and Earth, ......" Wang Peng muttered this word, and after writing it down, he looked at the increasingly fierce battle and fell into a short thought.

At this time, the phoenix burned its bloodline, and according to the strength of the bloodline of the phoenix clan, it could maintain such a state for at least half an hour.

And the remaining eight martial artists of the third realm, under the full force, although they were still crushed by the phoenix, at least there was no danger of falling.

In general, such a stalemate is actually very detrimental to Phoenix. Of course, for a strong person at that level, the situation is turbulent and very likely to change at any time.

Wang Peng is waiting for the best time at the moment.

And in the magma, except for Wang Peng, almost all the other warriors were frantically rushing towards the crater, wanting to stay away from here, because the fluctuations of the battle here were too great, and they were not involved.

About half an hour passed, and the magma here was boiling wildly, and the eight warriors on the opposite side of the phoenix looked a little gray-faced, all of them with tattered clothes, yellow hair, and even some scorched black. As for the other warriors who originally followed them here, they died and those who fled fled, at this time, only they were still insisting.

Because they know that the phoenix can't hold out for too long, and only if they hold on, victory will belong to them.

Not far away, Wang Peng's expression gradually became solemn, at this time their battle fluctuations became more and more violent, the distance between him and these people had extended to two hundred meters, he had to rely on the last page to perceive the latest situation of the war.

At this moment, the bodies of the eight people have risen a lot, the vast qi and blood are like ovens, making people unable to get close, and the protective shield formed by their joint efforts, although the phoenix fire emitted by the phoenix's wings is hot, it has never been able to completely break through, and it is blocked outside.

As if sensing that this state could not be maintained for too long, the phoenix suddenly let out a cry, the sound wave was powerful, and the magma shook to form a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye.

And the next moment, after its cry was transmitted to the Phoenix Pool not far away, a dazzling fire immediately flew out from the bottom of the pool and went straight to the Phoenix, so fast that even the eight people who were engrossed in it only saw the firelight.

At the same time as the firelight rushed in, the phoenix's vibrating wings turned slightly twisted, and then drove the body hair to begin to shrink, and in front of the eyes of the eight people, it turned into the form of a woman, holding the flying fire in its hand.

The woman looked about twenty years old, and with a fiery red dress was windless, like a flame that would never be extinguished, and at the same time, the fire in her hand began to dissipate, revealing a red broken sword.

As soon as the sword appeared, a series of fierce sword qi erupted from the blade, tearing through the void and heading straight for the eight people opposite. The sword is very powerful, but the body of the sword is broken, only half of it!

"Such a strong sword qi, if that sword is not broken, at least it is a holy weapon-level treasure." After sensing the fiery red broken sword on the last page, his words were immediately filled with a little excitement and regret.

Following Wang Peng's side, this was the second time he had seen the holy weapon, the holy weapon was rare and precious, and it was a treasure no matter where it was, but the sword was broken, and the power of the Jedi was greatly reduced, and it was a good thing to be able to make one-tenth of the original one.

That's what he regrets.

As he spoke, the image of the last page was also transmitted to Wang Peng's mind.

The vast sword qi also passed through the protective shield formed by the eight people at this time, and slashed down on the eight of them, tearing the clothes on their chests, leaving a blood-red scar on their chests.

Even if the Holy Sword has been broken, the power is not something that ordinary martial artists can resist.