Li Shang and the three of them, looking at the remaining two pairs fighting, were all so powerful that it was difficult to intervene, so they had to stand aside and wait for them to divide the winner.

Facing Sang Zhangxiang, who had a low-grade holy weapon, Ye Wusheng couldn't say anything, he could only rely on his strong spiritual power to support him, hoping that Xingchenzi could solve Ye Ning as soon as possible.

Sang Zhangxiang burst into a shout, and the Xiaoyao fan soared widely, and the airflow generated under the fan was comparable to the nine-day cover wind, blowing over layer by layer, and no trace of wind had to pass the full force of the best treasure. What's even more terrifying is that a figure seems to have formed in the wind, bowing respectfully to Sang Zhangxiang, turning around and rushing towards Ye Wusheng desperately. Suddenly, under the urging of Sang Zhangxiang, nearly 10,000 figures in the wind condensed into a force that destroyed the world and caused the space to collapse, and slashed towards Ye Wusheng.

Nearly 10,000 pieces of a blow comparable to the best treasures, gathered together, what kind of powerful power will it produce?

The dazzling light, like the arrival of the wind god, is not angry but mighty!

This is an unstoppable force!

This is the power of the "potential" unique to the sect!

"The power of potential!" Ye Wusheng was startled, and he no longer dared to use the procrastination trick, and his spiritual power poured out as if he didn't want money, forming a series of defenses, trying to resist this earth-shattering blow. But it didn't work! Countless wind-shaped figures pierced through his defenses and "boomed" on top of his flesh. Ye Wusheng was knocked into the air, opened his mouth and spit out more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood, his spiritual power was disordered, and he couldn't control the weapon, and fell from the air with a "plop".

"Senior Brother Li Shang, please catch him and go back to the sect master. Sang Zhangxiang said, with a wave of his sleeves, countless spiritual powers went around Xingchenzi.

Before he broke through, Ye Ning was already able to resist Xingchenzi for half an hour, and at this time, although he could not be killed, he could also be consumed constantly. Seeing Sang Zhangxiang surrounding him, Ye Ning said happily: "Big brother, intercept this person, the younger brother wants two mysterious sarcophagi on his body!"

"Okay, kill!"

Sang Zhangxiang waved his fan, and with the help of the potential of the inferior holy weapon, he once again exerted the power of "potential". The power of the "potential" displayed by the Xiaoyao Fan is a world of wind that completely belongs to Sang Zhangxiang! In this world, Sang Zhangxiang is the only king, and any trace of wind is his people and is constrained by him! The movement of the monk and the fluctuation of spiritual power will produce wind, and if there is wind, it will be restricted by Sang Zhangxiang! In this "potential", the best defense is to stand still.

However, does Xingchenzi dare not move?

Worthy of the Venerable, Xingchenzi did not hesitate at all, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and the power of Xingchen's heart increased greatly, "Huhuhuhu-" like a whirling giant ship, trying to break through!

What is the true meaning of wind?

The greater the power of the Heart of the Stars, the greater the amplitude of the vibration, and the more wind it will produce! Suddenly, the "potential" formed by the Easy Fan is more and more surging, and the whistling wind seems to form a substance, and the wind-shaped figures are as many as 100,000, each of which is life-size, and its strength has reached the late realm of the spirit!

Bang bang bang!

The wind man kept hitting Xingchenzi, and every time he hit, it consumed his spiritual power.

The opportunity was rare, Ye Ning slapped the Chaos Mirror, and the water light completely submerged Xingchenzi. Every ray of water contains the power of the Aoi Water God Thunder, and after hitting the flesh, it will inevitably collapse!

"Shaft!" Xingchenzi completely lost the confidence of the Venerable, and screamed frantically: "The deity wants you to die!" Suddenly, the Heart of the Stars showed the power of the Inferior Sacred Weapon, and with a "bang", he rushed out of a hundred miles away with the stars, avoiding the encirclement of this nirvana!

At the critical moment, he gave up one of his left arms! The monk's body is extremely precious, and if it is damaged, it will be difficult to advance in the future.

Xingchenzi has suffered a big loss.

Ye Ning didn't want to let him go easily, and said to Sang Zhangxiang: "Chase! I must let him hand over the two mysterious sarcophagi!"

The two figures flashed like lightning, sweeping for hundreds of miles.

(End of chapter)