The eyes of the two are as sharp as knives, entangled and intertwined.

Wang Zhitao looked up to the sky and smiled, and shouted: "Xingkun!"

The Soul Chasing Sword in his hand rose when he heard the sound, pointing at Chen Gong from afar, swallowing cold and piercing sword light.

Chen Gong smiled faintly at Wang Zhitao, nodded slightly, and said, "Wang Zhitao!"

The two of them greeted each other in very different ways, but in an instant, everyone felt Chen Gong's unbeatable spirit, as if nothing in the world could be difficult to stop him, no one could defeat him, not even Wang Zhitao in front of him!

Wang Zhitao's pair of black eyes shrank suddenly, flashed a sinister color, his mouth moved slightly, no one knew what he was talking about, only Chen Gong could hear it.

"Xingkun Xiao'er, do you know that Ye Wudao, the purple-clothed envoy of the Sun Worship Sect, has led people to kill Yanhuang Mountain, and Ye Wudao's strength is no less than mine!" Wang Zhitao's sinister voice sounded in Chen Gong's ears.

Chen Gong's face changed greatly, but at this moment, Wang Zhitao let out a long roar, and the cold light of the soul chasing sword in his hand exploded, shooting towards Chen Gong like a meteor.

The master has a move, the essence, qi, and spirit are all important, and if there is a slight mistake, the opportunity will be lost immediately, Wang Zhitao's move can not be described as insidious.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Huaxia Sect's current Yin and Yang Five Elements Great Array has doubled in power, and there is Ge Xiaotian, the number one master in Yangzhou, who is personally in charge, unless Liu Chuxiang comes in person, even if he Laozi Wang Zhenyu personally kills Yanhuang Mountain, he will return with a feather, and it is even possible to explain it in Yanhuang Mountain. Not to mention Ye Wudao, a purple-clothed messenger.

"You've been fooled!" Chen Gong suddenly smiled, his smile was indifferent but weird, and the sword in his hand was red and bright, like a long rainbow, he steadily met the soul chasing sword.

Wherever the sword passed, the space seemed to freeze, and the entire world was left with the simple and unpretentious long sword, and even the person holding the sword seemed to suddenly disappear.

This sword has reached the realm of transcendent sanctification, and it is unstoppable!

Wang Zhitao thought he had a plan and took the lead in making a move, but he didn't expect the situation to take a turn for the worse, this was the other party deliberately confusing him, his face suddenly changed slightly, and Gu Jing Bubo's mood had a trace of turmoil.

Bang!

The Red Flame Sword and the Immortal-level Soul Chasing Sword fought against each other continuously for more than twenty times in a very short period of time, and the power of each blow was not only as heavy as a thousand pounds, but also more terrifying was that one sword was heavier than the other, like a rolling wave, one wave higher than the other.

For the first time the two swords were attacked, Wang Zhitao, who was connected to the soul chasing sword spirit, had to retreat dozens of meters, and no matter how much he could, he couldn't change the situation.

After more than 20 swords, Wang Zhitao had already retreated for thousands of meters, if it weren't for the fact that the Soul Chasing Sword was an immortal-level magic weapon, it would be enough to make him drink hatred and vomit blood under the continuous attack of more than 20 swords just now.

On the other hand, Chen Gong, although one sword is heavier than another, he still looks like a leisurely stroll and is at ease.

This completely different contrast not only made Wang Zhitao, who was struggling to support him, so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but those onlookers were even more shocked, but they were fascinated.

And Wang Zhenhua and Xuanwu Sijie had gloomy and terrifying faces, and their eyes flashed with murderous intent in their eyes.

Li Yunlong's star-like eyes stared at the red flame sword in Chen Gong's hand, jumping with excitement and longing, and the green tendons in both hands burst out.

Boom!

The last ball of sparks exploded in the air, Chen Gong suddenly stopped attacking, the Red Flame Sword was still pointing at Wang Zhitao, indescribably free and easy, but the sword body trembled slightly, his arms were bulging with green tendons, the muscles were knotted together like steel bars, and a little sweat dripped down from the pores like rain, the attack of the more than twenty swords just now was indeed extremely fierce, but it also consumed a lot of Chen Gong's physical strength.

Wang Zhitao suddenly felt a lightness all over his body, but he still couldn't help but retreat dozens of meters in a row, and then he stopped the rapid retreat, the blood in his body surged, and a bloody smell surged up his throat, but he forcibly pressed it down, and his face turned from red to white and became normal in an instant.

Sure enough, he was worthy of being the second master of the Wang family, he deliberately showed his flaws, and then suddenly counterattacked with all his might, and he couldn't help him. If you change to your former self, you will definitely lose in front of him. Chen Gong secretly admired in his heart, not only did he not have the slightest cowardice in his heart because of Wang Zhitao's strength, but his eyes were filled with a strong fighting spirit.

Whether it is martial arts or his physical body, the decisive battle of life and death is always the best way for him to temper and improve, and Chen Gong, who cultivates both martial arts and physical body, knows this best.

Since stepping into the tribulation period, this is the first time that Wang Zhitao has been frustrated and eaten turtles in a confrontation, and his eyes can't help but reveal deep vigilance and endless killing opportunities.

The two swords faced each other from afar, and the two fell into the confrontation they had once again met.

Chen Gong lost in the magic weapon inferior to the soul chasing sword, and Wang Zhitao lost in strength inferior to Chen Gong.

The eyes of the two intertwined in the air like electricity, and neither of them was willing to take the lead easily.

Wang Zhenhua, who was watching the battle from afar, glanced at Li Yunlong coldly, Li Yunlong was slightly stunned, and immediately said murderously: "Black and white, the time has come, lead the spear guards to kill Qingsong Cliff, rebels, kill!"

"Boom!" Bai Xuliu Buhui stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, a piercing laugh came out of his throat, and then he waved his big hand and screamed: "Little ones, come with me to Congyun Peak, kill him with a river of blood and a mountain of bones." ”

The hundred overlord guards let out an earth-shattering roar, murderous aura, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a rolling angry current, like a giant dragon murderously heading towards Cong Yun Peak.

Li Yunlong made such a big move here, which really made Chen Gong's face change slightly, and his heart was obviously shaken a lot.

Wang Zhitao, who had been confronting Chen Gong, would not let go of such an opportunity, the essence in his eyes exploded, and the soul-chasing sword in his hand turned into a silver light, and came out of his hand, just as it was about to approach, it suddenly burst open, turning into countless silver light arrow rains, densely covering Chen Gongdang.

Just when the arrow rain was approaching, the shock on Chen Gong's face suddenly disappeared, and when it was too late, the red flame sword in his hand swung and transformed into thousands of red shadows, which went straight to the sky with the rain of arrows.

Bang!

The sound of the sound of gold and iron resounded in the air, shaking the heavens and the earth, stirring the air into disorder, and the wind raging.

At this time, everyone watching the battle saw that the dense rain of arrows was the countless thin needles that the soul chasing sword turned into, this thin needle came and went faster, and in the blink of an eye, it rolled towards Wang Zhitao like a low tide, and then condensed into a sword again, a crystal clear silver soul chasing sword.

The silver needles transformed by the Soul Chasing Sword are small and dense, Rao is Wang Zhitao's true yuan is majestic, the spiritual sense is condensed and powerful, and it is extremely difficult to control. At this time, his face was already pale, and the sweat on his forehead was like rain, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Chen Gong and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

Chen Gong conjured up countless sword shadows with a sword, the sword was accurate, and the speed was extremely fast, but it was only a little easier than Wang Zhitao, at this time, he also stared at Wang Zhitao with sharp eyes, and secretly exclaimed in his heart that it was dangerous, glad that he still had some research on physical optics, and he could react immediately to the striking means of this silver light needle, otherwise he would rely on his ear power and spiritual sense alone to identify these countless mana fluctuations, but he was afraid that he would not be able to stop all these flying needles, and even if he had thick skin and flesh, he would be stabbed by such a sharp thing, and he would have to suffer a lot if he thought about it.

The two fell into a confrontation again, a faint sneer appeared on the corner of Chen Gong's mouth, his momentum was like a rainbow, the red flame sword in his hand was full of sword light, and the boundless murderous aura condensed into a sharp energy, forcing Wang Zhitao like a sword blade.

Wang Zhitao secretly complained a little, twice used distraction tactics, and twice attacked first, but they all returned in vain and lost his sharpness, but Chen Gong is now overwhelming, forcing him not to dare to make a move easily.

Chen Gong's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the strong pressure made the Soul Chasing Sword emit a buzzing trill, as if it wanted to get rid of Wang Zhitao's control and compete with Chen Gong.

"Come and don't be rude, it's time for this sect to take action. Chen Gong looked up to the sky and laughed loudly.

Saying that, one person and one sword seemed to be slow, but in fact, it was extremely fast and killed Wang Zhitao.

The sun and moon were dark, and the heavens and the earth seemed to have darkened suddenly, and only that sword was slowly approaching Wang Zhitao in the entire heaven and earth, but everyone knew that the sword was actually extremely fast, so fast that it seemed to turn back time and space.

A little red light continued to expand in Wang Zhitao's pupils, and a sword qi that was extremely powerful broke through the air.

Wang Zhitao's eyes showed a slight look of horror, and he resolutely gave up the practice of using the True Yuan Force to control the sword, and even grabbed the Soul Chasing Sword, and also learned from Chen Gong, directly holding the blade to fight, in order to be able to resist Chen Gong's earth-shattering sword with the strength of the unity of the true yuan and the body.

Seeing this, Chen Gong's eyes were full of cold light, and the red flame sword in his hand turned into a rolling sword shadow, like a huge wave, slowly but firmly towards the soul chasing sword in waves.

At this moment, Chen Gong completely forgot everything, and the whole person integrated into the world of the sword, he felt that the fierce aura of the Red Flame Sword gradually condensed into a ball, exuding an incomparably excited passion, as if he was eager to defeat the oncoming immortal-level weapons that were one level higher than him, just as Chen Gong was eager to defeat one strong enemy after another, and climb to the peak of martial arts and strength.

At this moment, Chen Gong's soul seemed to have completely fused with the sword, he only had the sword in his heart, and the sword had become him.

Bang!

A series of sounds of gold and iron resounded closely, sparks shot in all directions, and the collision of swords and blades brought a powerful cyclone, whistling into the wind.

A sword in Chen Gong's hand was like a dark red rampaging dragon, dancing wildly in the air, and the sword shadow in the sky set off a fierce and fierce offensive like a storm, which was terrifying and endless.

The rain-like sword light hit the soul chasing sword, and every time it fell, it was like a thunderous electric shock, which shocked Wang Zhitao's arms numb, and his spirit was turbulent.

Wang Zhitao retreated again and again, unable to find any opportunity to fight back, and Chen Gong would not give him any chance to fight back.

As soon as his offensive unfolded, it was like a huge wave that never ceases, wave after wave, and his attacks were like antelope hanging horns, cunning and vicious, with no trace to follow, and could be attacked from any angle. Chen Gong's body was like an accessory of the Red Flame Sword, twisting and turning with any switch with the sword light, making it impossible to judge where the next sword would attack.

Wang Zhitao didn't expect that once Chen Gong launched a counteroffensive, he would be so violent, and he secretly regretted it in his heart. But at this time, it is not the time to regret it at all, he can barely see the move, and he can only hope that Chen Gong will be exhausted, let him take a breath.

Thousands of sword rays, ten thousand points of red light, for a while, the entire heaven and earth were filled with the hideous edge emanating from the sharp sword body of the Red Flame Sword.

The Soul Chasing Sword, which is famous all over the world and makes countless people jealous, has become dim in front of the Red Flame Sword; Wang Zhitao, the second master of the Wang family, who is famous all over the world and has a huge halo on his head, is like a small boat in the big waves at this time, struggling to support it, and there is a danger that the boat will be destroyed and people will die at any time.