The golden light flying sword was also real and illusory, and the speed was extremely fast, and it was close to Yun Ting in the blink of an eye. Even if this flying sword did not have an earth-shattering momentum, nor did it sound like a landslide, but at this moment, Xie Yunting inexplicably felt a sense of tranquility, that terrifying feeling was more terrifying than the explosion of the fire and thunder talisman, and she felt that if she was stabbed by this sword, she would definitely die.

At the time of crisis, Xie Yunting was single-field, a blazing spark lit up quickly, and the spiritual power in her body seemed to be burning, but it rushed out uncontrollably, passing through her chest and throat, rushing straight to her teeth, her lips opened, "Whew-", a purple flame blurted out, the blazing flame distorted the space, blocked the line of sight, and just wrapped the flying sword in it, and when it was retracted, it was even the flame and the flying sword, which were put back into the abdomen together.

"Ahh Give me back my spiritual roots! Cao Yuanhua's face showed a look of extreme anger, he screamed in pain, and flew towards him with his teeth and claws. What is puzzling is that he jumped high and fell loudly, "plopped", and fell in front of Xie Yunting, his hands and feet were kicking, his face was pale, but he couldn't afford to struggle.

"Yet—I—Spirit—Root!" Even so, Cao Yuanhua still raised his face, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he gritted his molars and said fiercely.

At this moment, Xie Yunting was already sitting cross-legged, sparks flickered in her eyes, and one of the golden swords scurried among the sparks like a snake, her eyes were closed, and her brows were tightly locked.

Han Feng after Yun Ting couldn't help but be stunned, Linggen? Could it be that the golden flying sword was the spiritual root of Cao Yuanhua, the prince of the Southern Wei Dynasty? How can a spiritual root be tangible? Can the Spirit Root still be used to attack? For a while, Han Feng was a little puzzled, but at this time, it was difficult to come forward and ask anything. Seeing that Senior Sister Xie had saved the day and gained the upper hand, the happiness in Han Feng's heart was higher than the doubt. Seeing the senior sister sitting cross-legged, knowing that there must be a reason, she stepped forward and stood on one side to protect the Dharma.

"Give me back my spiritual root, quickly return my spiritual root!"

Cao Yuanhua still screamed miserably, and crawled forward with his hands and feet. Han Feng's divine sense swept over, and to his surprise, Cao Yuanhua at this time did not have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, which was no different from an ordinary person. Cao Yuanhua crawled forward a few feet, looking at Han Feng, who was glaring angrily in front of him and might make a move at any time, but he didn't dare to approach, but he was not willing to retreat, so he was in an awkward stalemate.

After a while, Xie Yunting finally opened her eyes and stood up, and at this moment her eyes were back to the same as before.

"Hurry up and return my spiritual root!"

Seeing this, Cao Yuanhua began to shout tirelessly like a vegetable seller.

"It's just a broken sword, who is rare, pay you back!"

Yun Ting's eyes were full of disdain at this time, and her lips opened, "When!" With a bang, a broken small sword spit on the ground, the sword body of this sword is less than two inches, there is no luster on it, the dark sword body is broken and twisted, and it has been pitted by the flames, and there is no spiritual power at all.

Cao Yuanhua's eyes flashed, showing a hint of hope and eagerness, and he rushed over with a rolling belt, reaching out to grab the broken little sword, for fear of being snatched away by others.

But as soon as the remnant sword was in his hand, it "snapped", fell apart, and fell to the ground.

"Ahh

Cao Yuanhua suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, his eyes instantly turned red, his pale face became hideous like a ghost, he jumped up violently, and the ghost claws reached out and pounced on Xie Yunting.

Seeing that she was approaching, Xie Yunting's spiritual power was about to make a move, when a fist came out from one side and smashed on the ghost claw. Then there was a crisp sound of broken bones and screams, and Cao Yuanhua flew five or six feet away, fell heavily to the ground, tilted his head, and began to vomit blood.

"Strange, why is it so vulnerable?" Han Feng wondered in his heart, the punch just now did not use the demon technique to collapse, but only blocked the opponent's ghost claws, but unexpectedly caused the opponent to be seriously injured and dying with one punch.

"Give me back the Taiji diagram!"

Xie Yunting's silver teeth clenched, her feet moved, and she floated like the wind. In her eyes, this person not only ruined her own talisman treasure Taijitu, but also insidious and vicious, every time she made a move, it would be a killing move, if it wasn't for her own fire spirit root just now to restrain the other party's golden spirit root, maybe she would have suffered an accident at this moment. Xie Yunting was already extremely angry in her heart, and the Fire Spirit Sword drew a long arc and slashed at this person's neck.

"Stop!"

At this moment, there was a loud cry in the air, the sound was very loud, the grass blades on the ground shook, Xie Yunting's ears were deaf, there was a buzz, and the sword stopped an inch away from her neck.

A sword roared, rushing down, from far to near, from top to bottom, a person kicked his feet, flew to the ground, and a golden flying sword fell, and the hilt of the sword was in the palm of this person.