Elder Sui said no more and turned to look at an old man beside him, including several other elders.

The people nodded together, ready to go, and rushed towards Tang Luo.

The few of them are half of the core power of the Golden Feather Alliance, far from being able to compare with the dozen people just now.

"Don't have a slut!"

Tang Luo cursed and rushed forward with big strodes.

"roar……"

The dragon spirit phantom roared, and a fierce wind swept away!

"Condensing the killing formation!"

Elder Pan and his friends cooperated quickly, and the talismans in their hands kept bursting out, pressing down from all directions, smashing at Tang Luo and Long Ling's phantoms!

‘Rumbling…’

A loud bang resounded across the world, and bursts of dust were rolling up.

Tang Luo waved the dragon-slaying sword and cut through one terrifying spiritual talisman after another.

For a moment, all kinds of red lights exploded and vibrated the world!

But Tang Luo still felt a huge sense of oppression, and the Dragon Slaying Sword trembled violently, causing his hands to tremble slightly.

For him, the other party's strength is never just a person or a talisman, otherwise he would never be so passive!

It is precisely because of the power of this talisman array that he is under great pressure!
Chapter completed!