The three fierce moves were smashed out together, although it is not said that the three moves in one can have three times the strength, but Chu Zheng still did it by doubling the strength.

He Meng was tantamount to three moves against twice his own strength.

The result can be imagined, the three magic mountain blows knocked him back dozens of steps, shocked him to spit out a mouthful of blood, the three magic qi explosions The violent demon qi drilled more than a dozen blood holes in his body, and the wild thunder bomb roasted a piece of his meat to scorch.

He Meng suddenly languished.

But Chu Zheng was like a tiger out of the cage, shouting: "Don't be ashamed, accept your life!" The broad sword in his hand brought up a violent sword aura, thunder and lightning roared, and he slashed wildly.

Gu Tong and Feixue left the enemy and greeted Chu Zheng, the sound of weapons clashing endlessly, the two saved He Meng, but the man in Tsing Yi had a tricky swordsmanship, and took this opportunity to stab Feixue in the back of the waist. And Ling Po refused to let go of such an opportunity, and the big stick immediately slashed, and also slashed Gu Tong on the back.

The three Supreme Elders injured three of them in an instant. The surrounding cultivators rushed up together, escorting the three of them to retreat.

The man in Tsing Yi motioned to Chu Zheng not to chase after him.

Ling Po laughed and said, "Useless old thing, even if it has been cultivating for thousands of years, it doesn't have the courage to fight fairly!"

"Rely on the old and sell the old, and take advantage of others. The skills are not as good as others, vomiting blood and retreating. The Protoss monk is extremely shameless. The man in Tsing Yi sneered.

Immediately after, he ordered the demon cultivators present to shout together, and suddenly:

"Rely on the old and sell the old, and take advantage of others. The skills are not as good as others, vomiting blood and retreating. The Protoss monk is extremely shameless. The cry resounded through the forest.

The divine cultivators outside couldn't hold their faces, their own Supreme Elders had already reached the Guyuan realm, and the demon yuan was extremely strong, how could they be defeated?

The leader of the Templars, the young and handsome Grand Commander, couldn't help it anymore and was about to dismount and attack, but the two old men behind him hurriedly stopped him: "Grand Commander, in this Demon Realm, you can't risk your life. "These two old men saw with their own eyes that the three Supreme Elders had all been defeated, so naturally they would not let this noble Grand Commander take risks.

However, the Templar commander was extremely arrogant, "If I can't sweep all the enemies in the Demon Realm, then how can I compare to others in other realms?"

He turned and dismounted, and headed straight for the woods.

The two old men followed closely, for fear that he would make a mistake. As he walked, he persuaded: "The Great Commander can't, these Demon Cultivators in the Demon People's Realm only need to send someone to hack them to death, and the Great Commander will do it." ”

"I think that person will be able to defeat Elder Taishang for a while, it is not expected to be idle, if you don't fight with such a master, it's a pity. "The Grand Commander.

Seeing that the Great Commander was personally in battle, Gu Tong and the other three Supreme Elders had no choice but to follow and turn back.

"Hey, isn't that the three Supreme Elders who ran away? Why did they come back again? Do you want to continue to be beaten? How does it feel to be beaten so badly by your juniors?" Ling Po teased.

Gu Tong's faces were red, and they gritted their teeth with hatred, but it was difficult to refute.

"That young man is Ling Feng, the Grand Commander of the Templars, and behind him are the two elders of the Cult of Light. The man in Tsing Yi introduced Chu Zheng.

"Who defeated the three Supreme Elders?" Ling Feng was willing to fight with this monk. The Grand Commander glanced at the Tsing Yi man and Chu Zhengdao.

"It's me. Ling Po stood up first.

"You, I'm afraid you can't do it yet, right?" Ling Feng said lightly.

"Okay, hit me first. Ling Po's words were loud.

"Let's see them fight first. The man in Tsing Yi whispered to Chu Zheng.

"Okay, then I'll teach you another lesson. Ling Feng said.

Chu Zheng heard that Ling Po had been defeated in Ling Feng's hands.

Although Ling Po looks like five big and three thick, with brute strength, he is actually very clever, he rushed to fight because Ling Feng is strong, he wants Chu Zheng to carefully observe Ling Feng's exercises, and have a preparation, at the same time, this can also delay time and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

With these layers of thoughts, Ling Po rushed out, and the black iron rod in his hand was like a magic mountain pressing on the top, smashing down towards Ling Feng.

"It's really growing. Ling Feng looked at the demonic energy churning on the black iron rod and commented lightly.

The sword in his hand burst out, and the golden light shone brightly, but it was the divine light of the Cult of Light.

Ling Po's seemingly ferocious stick was lightly broken by him.

"Hmph, then let you try my Black Demon Sun Devouring Stick Method!" Ling Po Stick Technique suddenly changed, and the black demonic qi on the black iron rod shot wildly with his movement, sweeping towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's face became solemn, Ling Po had really improved, and he had actually practiced the famous Black Demon Sun Devouring Stick Method in the Demon Cultivation Realm, which had a great restraint effect on his Divine Light.

However, this also aroused Ling Feng's fighting intent, his Feng Ling knife was like a fairy, extremely ingenious, although Ling Po's domineering stick technique was extremely fierce, but he couldn't help it.

"His swordsmanship is similar to the swordsmanship of the Tsing Yi people, and he walks in a flow of skills. Chu Zheng made a judgment.

"One is a genius of the Demon Race, and the other is a genius of the Protoss, but it's a pity that Ling Po is a little younger. "Tsing Yi is humane.

When he said this, Ling Po was already on the defensive. The divine light that emanated from Ling Feng's knife gradually broke through the black demonic qi on Ling Po's black iron rod.

Ling Po was furious, and broke out one after another, once again gaining the upper hand, but Ling Feng's sword technique was too ingenious, and it seemed to be at a disadvantage, but the divine light hit a bloody hole in Ling Po's body.

The two fought more than 100 moves, and Ling Po was already injured a lot.

The man in Tsing Yi stepped forward and said, "Brother Ling Po, let me meet him for a while." ”

Ling Feng glanced at Chu Zheng and said, "Wheel war?" Okay, I'll accompany you." ”

Chu Zheng's heart warmed up, although he knew that the people in Tsing Yi were good, but he wanted to know how good the people in Tsing Yi were, Ling Feng, as a genius of the Protoss, could be said to be the best ruler.

"I hope you don't disappoint me. Ling Feng said.

"As you wish. The long sword of the man in Tsing Yi fluttered, and there were strange sounds on the sword, the voice was high and low, crying and laughing, whimpering, very strange.

"Phantom Sword?" Ling Feng's face couldn't help but become solemn.

"What is the Phantom Sword?" Chu Zheng asked Ling Podao.

Ling Po also stared at the swordsmanship of the man in Tsing Yi with hot eyes, and replied to Chu Zheng: "The three major sword techniques of the Sinking Demon Continent, the Flying Dragon Sword, the Emperor Sword, and the Phantom Sword. ”

"Three sword tricks?" Chu Zheng's eyes lit up.

The scroll of Sword Demon Heavy Sword Technique that the old servant gave him was a Xuan-level exercise, and it was the best one in his current martial arts. But he had long been greedy for the swordsmanship of the people in Tsing Yi, and when he heard that this was one of the three major sword tricks of the Sinking Demon Continent, he couldn't help but feel even more enthusiastic.

It's a pity that this precious sword technique can't be passed on.

"You're good. Ling Feng, who was fighting fiercely in the field, sighed.

"You're nice too. The man in Tsing Yi replied.

One of the two swordsmanship is as unpredictable as a ghost, the other is as erratic as the wind, the sword path is similar, and the sword intent is similar.

The divine light on Ling Feng's sword was blazing, and there were phantoms on the sword of the man in Tsing Yi, and the divine powers that the two of them had spurred were no different. This battle was evenly matched, and the two fully displayed the subtlety of the swordsmanship, and the fight was wonderful.