"Phantom Demon King!"

For the title of Phantom Demon King, Ling Aotian was nothing, but Feng Qingyi was different, as soon as he heard this title, he exclaimed: "You are the Phantom Demon King who ran rampant on the continent with a phantom clone two thousand years ago?"

"Two thousand years? It's been so long, I can't believe that I've been in this place for so long. Seeing that Feng Qingyi had heard of him, the Phantom Demon King was not much surprised, but he sighed for the two thousand years that Feng Qingyi said.

Across the continent more than two thousand years ago, hearing this, Ling Aotian's expression became solemn, if the other party was really a ruthless character in the continent two thousand years ago, then, now that two thousand years have passed, how strong will his strength be?

After some emotion, the Phantom Demon King once again set his eyes on Ling Aotian.

"It's not weak that you can break my phantom clone, but your good fortune should end here. Speaking of this, an extremely powerful aura emanated from the Phantom Demon King's body, pressing towards Ling Aotian.

The powerful pressure pressed towards Ling Aotian like a mountain of mountains, Ling Aotian's figure suddenly retreated, facing the powerful coercion of the Phantom Demon King, he didn't dare to take it hard.

Just as Ling Aotian stepped back, Feng Qingyi's figure flashed and appeared in front of Ling Aotian.

The aura of a powerful venerable powerhouse instantly emanated from Feng Qingyi's body, catching up with the aura of the Phantom Demon King.

Rumble!

The two breaths collided together, and the impact of that momentum formed an invisible shock wave that spread out in all directions.

After the collision of momentum, the figures of the two retreated at the same time.

"Are you really the Phantom Demon King?" After the two forces collided, Feng Qingyi looked at the phantom in front of her with a stunned expression, her eyes were full of disbelief, the Phantom Demon King, that was the leader of the continent of the war two thousand years ago, now that more than two thousand years have passed, how can his strength reach this level?

"I'm the Phantom Lord, I know you're wondering about my strength, and if you survive, you'll probably understand why. The Phantom Demon King didn't mean to say more to Feng Qingyi, after saying this, with a wave of his hand, a figure swept out of his side and rushed towards Feng Qingyi.

Seeing the phantom summoned by the Phantom Demon King rushing towards her, Feng Qingyi's face became solemn, obviously, she had already sensed the powerful power contained in that phantom.

"Drink!" With a loud shout, Feng Qingyi's figure flashed, and he rushed forward, attacking the phantom with a punch.

Rumble!

Feng Qingyi's fist collided with the phantom.

Under Feng Qingyi's powerful power, the phantom flew out upside down.

"Honorable!" the Phantom Demon King said in surprise, his body shook slightly, and another phantom appeared from his side, forcing towards Feng Qingyi again.

The Phantom Demon King is worthy of the name of phantom, the phantom he summoned is extremely powerful, with the strength of Feng Qingyi's honorable level, he can't crush it, but after a short while, the two phantoms will merge in one place, and launch a fierce attack towards Feng Qingyi.

Feng Qingyi's strength was not a decoration, under the attack of the two phantoms, her fists struck out like a blast of wind, and with her powerful strength, the two phantoms were defeated and retreated.

"It seems that if you want to end the battle, you have to come up with some skills!" Seeing the two phantoms and not being able to help Feng Qingyi, the Phantom Demon King let out a cold laugh, and then, I saw his figure flicker, and several phantoms appeared beside him.

After several phantoms appeared, they let out a scream at the same time and rushed towards Feng Qingyi.

"Nine Absolute Steps!" Ling Aotian exclaimed, he could clearly see that the steps cast by the Phantom Demon King actually had the shadows of the Nine Absolute Steps, and the phantoms he summoned also happened to be nine.

"Hmph, a boy with no vision, this king is this king's peerless phantom heavenly magic step, not some bullshit's nine peerless steps. ”

Ling Aotian was stunned for a moment, and carefully recalled the steps of the Phantom Demon King's previous cast, and found that this was indeed the case, although the Phantom Demon King's steps were very similar to the Nine Absolute Steps, but when the Phantom Demon King cast them, there were some differences.

Could it be that the other party really performed the Nine Absolute Steps? Ling Aotian was puzzled, but just as he wanted to give up the thoughts in his heart, a voice in his heart was telling him that the other party was indeed performing the Nine Absolute Steps.

What the hell is going on? Ling Aotian was a little puzzled at first.

However, now, it was obviously not the time for him to think about this matter clearly, when the Phantom Demon King summoned nine phantom shadows to attack Feng Qingyi, Feng Qingyi had already shown his defeat under the attack of the nine figures.

Feng Qingyi's strength has reached the supreme level, and it is not weak, but in front of the Phantom Demon King, who has been famous for many years and can be called an old monster, she has no advantage.

Seeing that Feng Qingyi was at a disadvantage, Ling Aotian couldn't care about anything, his body moved, and the nine absolute steps were unleashed, rushing towards the nine phantoms besieging Feng Qingyi.

Although the Nine Illusory Shadows besieging Feng Qingyi were not as fearless as the figures they had encountered before, Ling Aotian had already decided in his heart that they were just as afraid of spiritual attacks as those figures, so when he rushed towards the Nine Phantoms, the dream nerve had already been exerted by him, and a wave of spiritual power fluctuated from his body and rolled towards the Nine Illusory Shadows.

Ling Aotian's judgment was correct, the moment Ling Aotian's spiritual power fluctuated and touched the nine figures, the figure of the phantom who was frantically attacking Feng Qingyi suddenly froze.

In less than a second when the nine phantoms were stagnant, Ling Aotian had already approached three of them, and the remnant sword in his hand instantly inserted into their bodies.

With a terrible howl, the three phantoms slowly turned into nothingness.

Ling Aotian's mental power fluctuations affected not only the three phantoms he had resolved, but also the nine phantoms that he had besieged, all of which stagnated at the moment when he released his mental fluctuations, how could Feng Qingyi miss such an opportunity, when Ling Aotian took action to solve the three phantoms, her fists swung several times, knocking the nine phantoms into nothingness.

After successfully eliminating the Nine Phantoms, Feng Qingyi and Ling Aotian's gazes fell on the Phantom Demon King who was watching them from the side.

"Phantom Demon King, your phantom is over, now, isn't it time for you to make a move?" Ling Aotian looked at the Phantom Demon King.

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys are really powerful at being able to deal with my Nine Phantom Clones, but do you think you can defeat me in this way?" With his voice, his body moved, and he rushed towards the two of them.

"I want to see what is so powerful about the Phantom Demon King of an era across the continent!" Feng Qingyi moved before Ling Aotian could make a move, and rushed towards the Phantom Demon King.

"Fengluo Nine Style!"

With Feng Qingyi's shout, dozens of fist shadows emanated from her body, blasting towards the Phantom Demon King with great power.

The Phantom Demon King looked coldly at Feng Qingyi's fist shadow attacking him, let out a cold snort, and unexpectedly rushed towards her without dodging.

"Not good!" Ling Aotian looked at Feng Qingyi's actions, and his face changed greatly.

"Tsing Yi, retreat!" Ling Aotian shouted, rushing towards the Phantom Demon King.

"I want to retreat, it's too late!" In the cold voice of the Phantom Demon King, a light appeared on his body, and then, the Dao Dao fist shadow that fell on him, as if it hit the air, directly passed through his body and blasted into the distance.

At the same time, the Phantom Demon King's figure swept forward like lightning, and slapped a palm on Feng Qingyi's body, who was about to retreat.

Feng Qingyi's body flew upside down in an instant, fell heavily to the ground, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Green Hazy, three heads, protect Tsing Yi!" Ling Aotian didn't have time to turn back, and after shouting at the three heads and Green Hazy who were behind, he swung his remnant sword and greeted the Phantom Demon King who rushed out again, wanting to continue attacking Feng Qingyi.

"Boy, I know you have a way to crack my phantom golden body, but if you lose, with your spiritual power, you can only break the phantom golden body that I incarnate!" There was a hint of smugness in the Phantom Demon King's eyes.

Ling Aotian's heart tightened, since the Phantom Demon King was so confident, he obviously knew his own spiritual power level well, if it was really as he said, his spiritual power could not break the opponent's phantom golden body, then there would be no suspense in the next battle.

Seeing a trace of hesitation flashing in Ling Aotian's eyes, the Phantom Demon King smirked and rushed towards Ling Aotian.

Although he wasn't sure if his spiritual power would be able to dissolve the Phantom Demon King's phantom golden body, Ling Aotian still released his spiritual power and rolled towards the Phantom Demon King.

The remnant sword, the moment his spiritual power enveloped the Phantom Demon King, stabbed forward sharply.

Ling Aotian's heart tightened, he didn't care about anything else, his feet moved, and he quickly retreated backwards.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're dead!" the Phantom Demon King smirked and rushed towards Ling Aotian, slapping his palm on his chest.

I have to say that the special function of the Phantom Demon King's Phantom Golden Body coupled with his unparalleled speed was indeed extremely difficult, although Ling Aotian quickly retreated the moment the remnant sword fell into the air, he was still getting closer little by little.

The palm with the aura of destruction was constantly approaching Ling Aotian as he retreated frantically, and it was about to be imprinted on his chest.

"It's over!, you all have to die!" The Phantom Demon King's cold voice sounded in Ling Aotian's ears.

"Brother Tian!" said Midori's exclamation.

Ling Aotian's fate seemed to be doomed, and under the palm of the Phantom Demon King, he was already unavoidable.