"Boom, boom, boom!"

Inside the mist, there was a constant rumbling sound.

After a while, the old man in the mask instantly became gloomy, and his palms were clenched, and there was a crackling sound of crisp bones.

Because, he found that the aura under his hands was disappearing one by one......

......

"Ding~Ding~"

"Congratulations to the host, you have successfully crossed the level and killed ten Sword Venerable Second and Third Heaven figures. ”

"Congratulations to the host, 21 million XP points have been gained. ”

"Congratulations to the host for 20,000 business coins. ”

"Congratulations to the host, upgrade to the Nine Heavens of the Sword Sect. ”

“......”

"Hmph, do you really think that my Duan Feng is a soft persimmon, let you knead it?"

Feeling that there was no breath fluctuation around him, Duan Feng sneered.

However, as soon as he was about to turn around, a hurried shout came.

"Be careful!"

The person who spoke was none other than Chu Chengcheng.

Followed by......

A terrible attack, the madness of him loomed.

"Rub, it turns out that this is the mastermind behind the scenes!"

Duan Feng's figure flashed, and he quickly dodged to the left.

"Boom~"

The place where he had just stood was blasted out of a large hole in an instant.

Although they can't see each other in the fog, they can still locate each other through their breath.

"You both have to die today!"

The old man in the mask said coldly.

"Dead old man, what kind of ability is a sneak attack?

Duan Feng was not to be outdone, and retorted coldly.

"Hmph, a hairy boy, can you still go against the sky? ridiculous!"

The old man in the mask smiled coldly, holding a silver spear, his body was illusory, and he stabbed at Duan Feng angrily.

Duan Feng's reaction was not slow, and the King's Holy Sword quickly made a grid.

"Qiang~"

The spear collided with the holy sword, and the crisp sonorous sound spread out in all directions......

"Stomp, stomp. ”

Under this collision, Duan Feng took dozens of steps backwards before he could stabilize his body.

On the contrary, the old man in the mask only took two or three steps back.

"Sword Venerable Nine Heavens!"

Duan Feng was slightly shocked in his heart, and his face was solemn.

This kind of strength is not much different from Fu Guan, the hall master of the Aoshitang at the beginning.

"The Soul Demon Sect is really full of talents, and any person is such a terrifying strength. ”

"However, even Fu Guan was killed by me, will I still be afraid of you?"

Duan Feng held the King's Holy Sword tightly, and the next moment, he took the initiative to rush out.

In the situation that everyone can't see each other, it doesn't mean that if you are strong, you will win.

It's more about keen perception.

And Duan Feng has always been very confident in this aspect.

"Bang!Bang!"

The sound of fierce collisions came and went.

Under Duan Feng's series of fierce attacks, the old man in the mask could only resist, and he had no power to fight back.

"How is it possible? This kid has only been a Sword Venerable for four or five heavens since he broke out, how can he be so powerful?"

The old man in the mask became more and more frightened the more he fought.

He wanted to attack, but Duan Feng didn't give him any chance.

You can always see through it in advance, or dodge, or counterattack.

"This place is not good for me, and I must retreat first. ”

As a hall master of the Soul Demon Sect, the old man in the mask is experienced and even more decisive.

Immediately, his figure flashed, and he took hundreds of steps back.

"Come and leave as you want, do you think this is your Soul Demon Sect? Hmph, if you don't pay some price, where will my Duan Feng's face hang?"

Seeing that the masked old man wanted to retreat, Duan Feng snorted coldly, and a terrifying spiritual power gathered in the King's Holy Sword in his hand.