The sword weapon was like rain, flashing with cold light, with majestic spiritual power, and fell down.

"Shhh

Sun Fei's face was solemn, he looked at the several elders beside him who also looked solemn, and said, "This kind of collision, I'm afraid it has already exceeded the level of Qi cultivation and reached the strength of the ordinary foundation building realm!"

Several elders nodded, and this kind of offensive had reached their level.

Whew!

A rain of swords poured down, covering half of the Giant Spirit Peak, and from a distance, it seemed to be a dark cloud of black oppression.

Ding Ding Ding!

Zhang Yuanhao and Chi Ling Dao have a good heart, and they constantly control it to block the sword rain that comes from the sky. Some magic swords were directly broken in half when they were touched by the Red Feather Knife, and some were knocked out of huge gaps one by one, spinning and flying out horizontally.

"Zhang Yuanhao, give me death!"

Lu Jiansheng didn't know when he melted into the sword rain, and hid beside Zhang Yuanhao, suddenly revealing his figure, and grabbed Zhang Yuanhao with his hand.

On the silver palm was a series of sharp sword patterns, which were hands that could grasp the blue fire sword qi. Zhang Yuanhao had no doubt that if this claw landed firmly on him, then he would definitely die.

As soon as he slapped the storage bag, a delicate jade shield shot out, rising in the air, as if a wall was lying in front of Zhang Yuanhao.

Click!

As soon as the silver palm covered with sword patterns touched the jade shield, a crack immediately appeared, and the jade shield, which already had many dark wounds, was instantly covered with cracks at this moment, and it was about to be shattered in the next moment.

Zhang Yuanhao narrowed his eyes, pointed to the crumbling jade shield, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

In the next second, a burst of fire rose into the sky, and with a deafening sound, the jade shield exploded.

Zhang Yuanhao decisively blew up the jade shield magic weapon.

As for the damage to the spiritual sense, what is it? He has an endless stream of tranquilizing herbs to restore his spiritual sense, but he really can't, wouldn't it be nice to buy a batch of seeds of the soul-nourishing grass when the time comes!

In the distance, Sun Fei and the others were terrified. I thought that this Zhang Yuanhao was really dead, not long after he blew himself up, and now he blew himself up again, aren't you afraid that the spiritual sense will leave permanent damage, and you won't be able to advance an inch for the rest of your life?

Stepping on the Huoyuan Sword, Zhang Yuanhao avoided the area covered by the sword rain from afar, and there was an explosion just now, and he didn't know where to blow Lu Jiansheng to. Now that there is no one to command, the thousands of magic swords seem to have lost their spirituality and fall straight down.

After a while, the smoke dissipated, and Lu Jiansheng's figure lay on the cracked ground, the silver skin on the surface of his body spread with cracks, and countless small and sharp magic weapon fragments penetrated deep into his skin, and a trace of bright red blood seeped out of it, staining the ground red.

Zhang Yuanhao drove his sword in the air, the wind danced in the sky, and the robe was blown to hunt. At his feet, there were countless broken sword fragments, stacked on top of each other, covering almost the entire peak of the Giant Spirit Peak.

Unlike last time, this time the magic weapon was actually blown up on his body, and this kind of power was enough to severely damage a foundation building monk.

"Master Lu, you have been defeated. However, my Lingguang Sect is a famous and authentic sect, and I have always disagreed with this kind of life-and-death battle, and I won't kill you, you can go back!"

Zhang Yuanhao's voice was like a bell, and there was a hint of mockery in his tone.

In the distance, those Lingguang Sect disciples who were gathered were also talking, and all kinds of foul language were frequent.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense moved, and he suddenly found that a green light suddenly flowed out of the full seed behind Lu Jiansheng, and then, the brilliance on the seed dimmed a little, as if a spirit was drawn out.

The recognizable green streamer came like a warbler and merged into Zhang Yuanhao's body. Then, under the reflection of the spiritual sense, the light green qi luck seed behind Zhang Yuanhao visibly turned green and larger with the naked eye.

Plundered part of the luck!

Zhang Yuanhao's heart was like a stormy wave, and he couldn't calm down.

As far as he knew, killing a person with great luck, or taking away a treasure related to luck, could plunder luck and merge it into his body, and he never thought that just by defeating a genius monk with higher luck than himself, he could usurp part of his luck, even if it was only a small part.

On the Giant Spirit Peak, a piece of gravel broke the sword, a silver figure struggled to get up, the silver armor on his body was cracked, and even his face had a slight crack, endless resentment and resentment burst out in his eyes, and Zhang Yuanhao felt a chill in his heart.

This kind of person, it's better not to stay!

You are in the light, he is in the dark, and he may jump out at any time, bite you hard, and even if he can't kill you, he will let you drop a piece of meat.

As if seeing the jealousy in Zhang Yuanhao's eyes, Lu Jiansheng laughed a little excitedly: "Zhang Yuanhao, are you afraid that I will retaliate against you? Hahaha! That's right, I just want to take revenge on you! Either you kill me now, otherwise as soon as I return to the Yiyan Sword Sect, I will report to the sect and let the sect send a foundation building monk to hunt you down endlessly, hahahaha!"

Sun Fei and the others of the Lingguang Sect built the foundation realm, and they sighed in their hearts, secretly screaming that it was not good.

This is a righteous plan, an upright plan!

Lu Jiansheng did not hesitate to provoke Zhang Yuanhao with his own life, putting him in a dilemma.

Sun Fei and the others immediately set their eyes on Zhang Yuanhao, as long as Zhang Yuanhao couldn't help it and wanted to kill him, they would immediately come forward to stop it.

This is also very helpless, but who said that the strength of the Lingguang Sect is far weaker than that of the Yi Yan Sword Sect?

Lu Jiansheng was still shouting. The two consecutive defeats in Zhang Yuanhao's place made him unbearable for his arrogance. In the Yi Yan Sword Sect, he was one of the most dazzling genius cultivators. Because of the ancestor of Jiedan as his teacher, he can be said to be life and death in the sect, and no matter what he does, he will be greeted by a large number of people.

But this Zhang Yuanhao not only destroyed the blood network magic weapon that he had secretly practiced for a long time, but also defeated him in full view, leaving him almost without face.

He hated it! He wanted to swallow its flesh and drink its blood alive!

"Are you really so sure that I won't kill you?" Zhang Yuanhao said faintly.

The voice was not small, and under the wrapping of spiritual power, the people present almost heard it clearly. Several foundation-building monks were even more vigilant, and they were about to stop Zhang Yuanhao.

Lu Jiansheng was stunned, looking at Zhang Yuanhao's eyes full of murderous intent, a trace of fear somehow surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but scream: "Come on, kill me! Kill me, the life lamp I left in the sect will be extinguished, and when the time comes, my master, Li Zhenyang, the ancestor of the Yiyan Sword Sect, will personally take you out! Extract your soul and put it on the soul burning lamp to burn for a thousand years!"

Li Zhenyang, the only ancestor of the Yi Yan Sword Sect, has unparalleled combat power and is extremely protective of his shortcomings, Sun Fei and the others have no doubt that he will capture Zhang Yuanhao.

"Protector Zhang, think twice before acting, the sect will give you the compensation you deserve!" Sun Fei quietly transmitted to Zhang Yuanhao.

Zhang Yuanhao smiled, and his spiritual power wrapped in his voice spread throughout the entire Giant Spirit Peak: "Fellow disciples of the Lingguang Sect, I believe you all know me Zhang Yuanhao, right?" Whether it is notoriety or prestige, we are always monks of the same sect, and if there is a foreign enemy, we should also be in the same boat!"

Sun Fei always had a bad feeling in his heart, but when he looked around, even him, there were six foundation-building monks, and they were less than a kilometer away from the battlefield, with the speed of the foundation-building realm, he could definitely stop Zhang Yuanhao before he made a move, and he immediately put his mind at ease.