"Boom, boom, boom......"

The roar outside the city of Ironwood kept coming.

Inside the city.

Professionals are looking up.

The battle of the Holy Rank is extremely easy to braid.

The power of the Holy Force is extremely powerful, and the destructive power is terrifyingly strong.

There is an essential difference from the battle below the Holy Rank.

Moment.

The faces of the professionals in the city changed, and they began to talk about it.

"This is the battle of the Sages, who is fighting?"

"Will their battle spread to Ironwood City?"

"Why didn't the president of the Dragon Teng Society show up?"

……

The Dragon Teng Society is the overlord of Ironwood City.

In the eyes of the professionals in the city, he did not show up, and there was not much security at all.

Soon.

The professionals in the city made a decision.

Some left the city and went in the opposite direction to where the battle was.

There are also people who hide in the houses in the city and dare not go out again.

There are also many bold professionals who touch the place where the battle is.

……

Time.

The entire Iron and Wood City, on the contrary, was quiet, and few people talked and whispered again.

The power of a Saint-Order Professional.

They were terrified.

For fear of talking too much, I will settle accounts with them when the time comes.

……

At the edge of the Dragons camp.

Inside the house of the small building.

Chen Feng raised his head, looked at the battle, and whispered with a chuckle: "It seems that I still miscalculated, I originally thought that there would be a battle in the city, but I didn't expect that two saint-level professionals would go to the city to fight outside the city, which was wrong." ”

Saint-level professionals are not cabbages.

Even in the Plains of Chaos, it is rare, near a small city, two Saint-level professionals can fight.

Who else could there be but the president of the Dragon Teng Society and another hidden Saint-Order professional?

As for the Holy Order Professions passing by.

That's pretty much negligible.

Side.

The ghost knife asked, "Master, what should we do now?" ”

"To see what happened, of course." Chen Feng withdrew his gaze from the window and waved his hand: "Let's go, go out of the city and have a look." ”

"Yes, master."

The two pushed the door open and headed for the battle outside the city.

Along.

I have met a lot of professionals, they are all with the intention of watching the excitement, or want to go and see, there is no cheap professional.

The number of these professionals is not much.

Count it out.

The professionals who dare to go to the place of battle are about two or three hundred, of which the third-order professionals account for the majority, and only a small number are fourth-order professionals.

Of course.

That's enough.

At least, Chen Feng and the ghost knife, mixed with a group of professionals, are not conspicuous at all.

Soon.

The two of them followed the professionals who came out of the city to the place of battle, ten miles away.

At this time.

The onlookers scattered one after another, looking for a place to hide, but the sight in their eyes did not leave the place where the two saints were fighting in mid-air.

Chen Feng and the ghost knife glanced at each other, and then they also found a mountain, stood silently on the top of the mountain, and looked at the place where the two saint-level professionals were fighting in mid-air.

The battle was fierce.

Howling Falling Leaves and Cold Iron Wood, the holy power of the two of them, as if they didn't want money, kept bombarding out.

The noise was loud.

The waves are rolling.

But.

After looking at it for a while.

Chen Feng shook his head and whispered, "The methods of the two of them are far worse than Long Biao's. ”

These two.

He didn't use it, and the rest of the means were attacking with pure holy power, relying only on the destructive power of the holy power itself.

It doesn't form a skilled-like existence.

And so it goes.

The combat power is about to be greatly reduced.

Of course.

Even so.

Chen Feng didn't make a move easily, what if the two of them still had a means to hide?

That's not all over there.

Ignored.

Chen Feng stayed quietly on the top of the mountain, looking at the battle between the two in mid-air.

Side.

The onlookers, at this time, also saw clearly, and the two warring sides began to talk again.

"What's going on, why did President Han fight with the Lord of Xiao City again."

"It's rare and weird, it's not the first time they've fought each other, it's not normal for them to fight?"

"It seems to be the same, if you don't fight a few times a year, it doesn't seem to be at ease."

"Alas, I originally thought there was something cheap to take advantage of, but now it seems that I am afraid it was a trip in vain."

……

Accompanied by the sound of discussion.

Many people turned around and headed for the city of Ironwood.

The professionals who remained in place were less than thirty, and the expressions of these people were all relaxed.

I don't have the heart to pick up cheap.

It's just to see the strength of a saint-level professional.

After all.

There is not much difference between the strength of Han Tiemu and Xiao Luoye, and in their opinion, it is basically an extremely difficult thing to distinguish the winner from the loser.

……

The battle continues.

Half an hour later.

The onlookers were about to take it back and want to go back to the city.

Han Tiemu suddenly stopped his hand, and asked in a cold voice, "Xiao Luoye, do you really want to force me to fight with you?" ”

"Humph......"

Xiao Falling Leaves is a giant hammer, and his face is full of disdain: "Cold old ghost, if there is any means, you can use it, am I scared?" ”

"Who hasn't understood anyone after all these years?"

"If you don't leave the Elemental Chapter today, you won't want to leave, you won't die, anyway, when you activate the Elemental Chapter and cultivate a Holy Rank, I will be a dead word sooner or later."

Han Tiemu's face was gloomy, and the long knife in his hand was horizontal: "Okay, good ......"

"You forced me, don't regret it."

After saying this.

In his pupils, a flash of murderous intent suddenly flashed, and then the long knife in his hand pointed at the tip of the knife, aiming at the falling leaves, and at the same time, he opened his mouth and roared angrily.

"Dark Body"

As he roared.

Suddenly, countless gray rays poured out of his body, and then, converging, merging, and finally turning into a humanoid phantom that was three meters high, hanging quietly behind him.

When the phantom is formed.

Han Tiemu's complexion suddenly turned red, spurting out a stream of blood, and the whole person looked extremely weak, and even his body was almost unable to stabilize, looking like he was about to fall from mid-air at any time.

He looks like this.

It's obviously a look of extreme weakness.

It's a pity.

Xiao Falling Leaves was not half happy, but his face was dead, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Han Tiemu and exclaimed.

"Holy Technique...... You actually have the Holy Skill......"

The corners of Han Tiemu's mouth were covered with blood, and he chuckled miserably: "Hahaha, regret it......"

"This holy skill of mine was also obtained by accident, and it has been almost ten years, and I still can't master it completely, and every time I use it, I will be counterattacked."

"However, fortunately, after so many years of cultivation, this backlash will not cost me my life, and it will only take half a month at most to recover."

"Today, you pushed me to this point, then you can't blame me."

"Give me death......"

"Hahaha......"

……