Ten thousand wolves roar in the sky, and the stars in the Emperor's Book of Heavenly Treasures turn into a trick.

But originally he could only take off and make a move, condescendingly, so that he could be like a bamboo. But now, Zhu Hefeng is standing on the ground, and he can actually make this peerless move.

It can be seen that Zhu Hefeng already knows the essence of the Emperor's Heavenly Treasure Book, and his power is better than that of the beginning.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ten Thousand Wolves Howling Heaven is absolutely the first of Wang Chongyang's gas, and Lin Chaoying and the others can only see a lot of figures in the void.

The two Daoists seemed to be incarnated, and in the midst of a muffled sound, the figures continued to disperse, dissipating into the heavens and the earth like bubbles.

Rumble!

In the end, the figure was unified, and the halberd in Zhu Hefeng's palm was cut out, and he went straight towards Wang Chongyang.

Clang!

Wang Chongyang never dreamed that with the trick of simplifying Fan, Zhu Hefeng mastered it better than him. At this time, one gasification and three clears were broken, and between the internal force flow, there could not help but be a little unsmooth.

However, the sword in his hand contained the infinite sword qi and the sword shadow in one, turning into a rainbow that was even more dazzling than the golden crow.

On the other hand, there is a hidden internal force, waiting to hit a fatal palm at any time.

Rumble!

The Xuantie War Halberd landed on Wang Chongyang's sword, and an earth-shattering loud bang rang out. It spread throughout the entire Zhongnan Mountain, and on the mountain in front of Zhongnan Mountain, the Chongyang Palace shook for it, and the tomb of the living dead not far away trembled even more, falling pieces of dust.

Click!

No matter how powerful the long sword in Wang Chongyang's palm is, it is no match for Zhu Hefeng's war halberd. The whole body is made of dark iron, and there are more than 80 catties.

No matter how sharp an ordinary blade is, it can't resist it. The sword intersected with the halberd, and there was a crisp sound on the blade.

On the originally smooth and bright sword body, a crack appeared.

Zhu Hefeng's strength fell down the halberd and crushed the sword, confronting each other head-on, and Zhu Hefeng was even more condescending.

No matter how powerful Wang Chongyang is, he can't resist it in this battle situation similar to a contest of strength.

Syllable!

The figure trembled, Wang Chongyang's whole person fell from the sky, fell heavily on the ground, stepped on the earth with both feet, and two deep pits emerged.

On the other side, Zhu Hefeng also fell, and the halberd in his palm roared, crushing on Wang Chongyang's sword.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

Drops of cold sweat appeared on Wang Chongyang's forehead, his face turned even redder, and his arms began to tremble.

And Zhu Hefeng also oozed a little bead of sweat on his face, but he firmly grasped the initiative between each other.

The sharp sword in Wang Chongyang's palm trembled constantly under the pressure of the Xuantie heavy sword and the collision of each other's internal force.

Once this sword can't hold on, Zhu Hefeng's internal force will definitely be able to shock Wang Chongyang, who has lost his sword, into a serious injury, and the halberd will fall down, and it will be able to cut him in two.

Lin Chaoying, who was standing on the side, saw her current husband and her former lover fighting in front of her, an inexplicable look appeared on her face, and she paused slightly, but in the end she didn't take a step.

Click!

Cracks continued to emerge on the sword, compared to the Xuantie War Halberd, Wang Chongyang's sword was really inferior.

After a long stalemate, the sword finally could no longer hold it, and with a crisp sound, it burst with a bang.

Boom!

Zhu Hefeng's internal force was stirring, and he wanted to hurt Wang Chongyang. Who knows, Chongyang Zhenren is also a character who has come from the bloody rain all his life.

Facing Zhu Hefeng's advantage, between the changes in the feminine internal force, it suddenly turned into a soft force, wrapping the fragments of his sword.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……

The shattered fragments of the sword body flew out and shot towards Zhu Hefeng. Fragments of the blade shimmered in the sunlight.

Swish!

Zhu Hefeng saw countless fragments coming towards him, and he couldn't help but pause under his feet, and his figure retreated violently, while the halberd in his hand spun at high speed.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Xuantie War Halberd, which weighed more than eighty catties, was held in Zhu Hefeng's palm, as light as nothing, spun up, turned into a shield, and blocked all the fragments.

Call!

Wang Chongyang escaped from Zhu Hefeng's furious attack with soft moves, and first gasped heavily. Then, the figure turned into a long rainbow, hidden behind the fragments of his sword, and all his strength gathered on his left palm.

Bang!

True Learning-Frost Breaking Ice!

This set of palm techniques, whether it is Lin Chaoying or Zhu Hefeng, has seen it more than once, but none of them has the power of this frost ice-breaking palm is so great.

Wang Chongyang struck out with a palm, and before the palm power came to Zhu Hefeng's face, the void was already shaking, and there was a loud noise.

At the same time, Wang Chongyang, who was originally decadent, also became more alevated, like a terrifying demon god.

Zhongzheng was peaceful, but the blazing inner breath completely surged, and a crisp cry sounded.

Phew!

The boundless power was condensed in Wang Chongyang's palm, and turned into a sacred firebird, lifelike, and blasted straight towards Zhu Hefeng.

"Okay, sure enough, there is a hand!" At this time, Zhu Hefeng had already blocked all the sword blade fragments that Wang Chongyang had shot.

For a while, it was too late to breathe, and he couldn't catch Wang Chongyang's palm. But why did Zhu Hefeng take this hand?

Swish!

The figure flashed, and Zhu Hefeng's whole person turned into countless again, filling Wang Chongyang's eyes.

Nine Yin True Scripture, Spiral Nine Shadows!

Rumble!

Wang Chongyang's palm turned countless Zhu Hefeng's figures into nothingness, but it seemed to hit the void.

No, not likely, but really!

As soon as the spiral nine shadows came out, no matter how great Wang Chongyang's ability was, he couldn't grasp it, his palm power failed, passed through countless phantoms, and went straight to a forest in the distance.

Falling into the woods, there was a loud bang. Then the whole forest burned and turned into a sea of fire.

The boundless black smoke filled the air, and Grandma Sun, who was choking on martial arts, couldn't help but cough dryly.

What about people? As soon as the spiral nine shadows came out, Zhu Hefeng's true body suddenly disappeared, and even masters like Lin Chaoying and Wang Chongyang couldn't grasp his breath.

Lin Chaoying's beautiful eyes condensed, and she looked into the field, but she couldn't see her husband for a long time.

Sou!

A trace of doubt arose in Wang Chongyang's transparent heart. And just then, a crisp sound sounded above his head.

Zhu Hefeng's figure appeared from the void, one hand turned into an eagle's claw, and he grabbed the top of Wang Chongyang's head and fell.

Nine Yin True Scripture, Destroy the Claws of God!

Click!

Under the power of the Shattering Claw, the void made a crisp sound like a fragile mirror.

Syllable!

Before the doubts in my heart bloomed, the warning signs rose. Wang Chongyang was subconscious, his head shook, and he avoided it.