Zhang Yuanhao sneered, and as soon as his palm flipped, a crimson spell appeared on his fingertips, and as soon as his spiritual power was stimulated, it shot towards the old man behind him.

The old man didn't seem to know what the talisman was, so he grabbed it with his hands without knowing whether it was alive or dead, and then there was a huge explosion, and a ball of fire exploded behind Zhang Yuanhao, and the waves of air rolled.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanhao shifted his attention to the demon bird above and above, and two golden sword qi erupted from his mouth, not wanting Fang to be contaminated with the white cold flame, so it condensed directly in mid-air.

Zhang Yuanhao hurriedly retreated, his spiritual power operated, and a lava mountain was condensed in front of him, and he rushed forward brutally, and when he touched the white cold flame, he was also frozen in mid-air, and the original red color like magma became extremely white.

After the ice sealed the scorching mountain condensed by Zhang Yuanhao, the cold flames spewed by the white crane demon bird also slowly dissipated in the air, but the iron fan-like wings erected by the steel feathers cut through the heavy freezing wind, and slashed towards Zhang Yuanhao's face.

Three small diamond-shaped shields with flowing halos appeared on Zhang Yuanhao's side, coupled with the crimson spiritual power shield floating on the surface of his body, the whole person looked solid.

"Blue Fire Knife!"

Zhang Yuanhao replaced the sword with a sword, and the jasper crystal fire that had been cultivated in his body for a long time condensed from the sword body, turning into a jade green sword qi dozens of zhang long, traversing the sky, shattering the lava mountain frozen in the air in an instant, and then slashing down towards the wings of the white crane.

Whew!

The wings of the white crane were like two sharp knives, awe-inspiring through the airflow, sharpening the oncoming blue fire knife qi, smashing the latter as if it were devastating, turning into blue flames and sticking to the bright white steel feathers, and then the power was undiminished, and two pieces of the mountain shield were smashed with a bang, before it could be stopped in front of Zhang Yuanhao.

Snort.

The blue flame was like a maggot sticking to the white crane's pair of bright white wings, and the attached place gradually spread out one after another, and the feathers of the demon bird in the foundation building realm could not resist its powerful burning power.

"Chirp!"

The white crane let out a mournful roar and flapped its wings vigorously, as if trying to extinguish the flames on its wings, but to no avail, the jasper crystal fire let the demon bird flutter its wings and remained attached to its white feathers, until most of its white feathers were burned black, and then gradually extinguished.

"Whew!"

The white-bearded old man who was originally jumping high was blown down by Zhang Yuanhao's pseudo-Xuanfu level flame bursting charm, and fell heavily to the ground.

There was a coldness between Zhang Yuanhao's eyebrows, his body in the air twisted and moved, and he jumped to the slender neck of the white crane and stabbed the magic sword deep into his snow-white neck, splashing a blood flower.

"Chirp!"

The white crane demon bird was churning in the air, as if it wanted to throw Zhang Yuanhao off its back, but Zhang Yuanhao held the sword in one hand and grabbed a piece of white feathers on its neck with the other hand, and he stabilized his body and was not thrown away by the white crane.

The long wind whistled in his ears, Zhang Yuanhao's hand holding the magic sword twisted slightly, and the demon bird under his feet let out a mournful roar, and the sharp magic weapon shattered countless flesh and blood veins in its neck, causing it to scream in pain, and the demon body kept shaking in the air.

"Die!"

Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual power gushed out, guiding the magic sword in his hand to cut a deep wound in the neck of the white crane, and a large piece of demon blood splashed down like rain, drenching the white-bearded old man below.

Seeing that Bai He's struggle was getting weaker and weaker, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Yuanhao's mouth, and he pulled out the magic sword buried deep in his flesh and blood, and poked it fiercely at the spine of the demon exposed to the cold wind, and instantly plunged deeply into the protruding Bai Sensen's bone.

Below, the white-bearded old man gathered his strength again, jumped high into the air, and swept towards the place where the white crane demon bird was struggling. At this moment, his gray hair was scattered, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his eye sockets were cracked, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes, like a demon crawling out of hell to ask for his life.

Zhang Yuanhao took out the magic sword, put it into the storage ring with his backhand, showed a provocative smile below, and then jumped down from the back of the white crane demon bird whose wings were no longer vibrating with his back, and flew slowly in the air.

"Ahhh

The white-bearded old man tried his best, but he could only jump less than thirty feet high, far from touching the soles of Zhang Yuanhao's feet, and roared angrily on the ground.

In mid-air, the demon body of the Foundation Realm Demon Bird stopped flapping its wings and fell straight from the air, falling to the ground without a sound.

"There's one more!"

Zhang Yuanhao looked at the thunderous figure of the old man of the Divine Power Realm on the ground, his mind was racing, and he turned into a red horse and flew towards him.

Shout!

A faint sword qi erupted from Zhang Yuanhao's mouth, and it was almost impossible to find it without using spiritual sense exploration, and the pale golden sword qi flew towards the white-bearded old man's figure like a mosquito.

The white-bearded old man was keenly aware of the unusual fluctuations around him, and the white scales spread on his skin like crazy grass, and in a moment the old man was wrapped in fine white scales, as if he was wearing a fine chain mail.

The sword qi slashed at the old man's throat, splashing a spark, and then leaving a faint trace before dissipating.

"It's like a turtle shell. ”

Zhang Yuanhao's figure fell from the sky, and the colorful magic sword was like a dazzling colorful glass, and it was on the crossed arms of the old man protecting his head, splashing a large spark, and even the sword body was a little bent.

You must know that this is a magic weapon-level long sword, although there is no infusion of mana, but the sharpness also surpasses that of ordinary spiritual weapons, and if it is replaced by an ordinary high-level magic weapon, it will be cut off alive.

The blow was ineffective, and the white-bearded old man covered with white scales turned his hands into claws, and he suddenly grabbed the body of the magic sword, trying to twist it in vain.

A strange force was transmitted from the sword body to Zhang Yuanhao's arm, and in an instant, his wrist was rotated and dislocated, and the magic weapon in his hand almost came out of his hand, if it wasn't for Zhang Yuanhao covering the sword body with a layer of spiritual power flame in time, maybe this magic sword would be directly taken away by the old man.

"That's all there is to it!"

Seeing that the old man's defense was impregnable and there was no chance of a breakthrough, Zhang Yuanhao turned over his hand and took out a magic elixir, threw it into his mouth, and felt the majestic and fiery medicinal power dissolve in his lower abdomen, and his figure no longer dodged, but pointed at the old man's eyebrows.

Whew!

The white-bearded old man pulled up the steel-scaled wooden staff inserted in the ground, dancing whirringly, and slammed to meet the tip of Zhang Yuanhao's sword infused with crimson mana, the former suddenly broke like rotten wood, the steel scales shattered, and the tip of the sword instantly shattered the three-foot-long strange wooden staff with a grand mana, and then went straight into its palm covered with thick white scales.