"Die!"

Wei Hong gave a cold scolding and summoned an aurora, which struck down from the sky.

Zhao Yun didn't even look at it, but a body-protecting Tiangang propped up and shook the Aurora to pieces.

At the same moment, he slashed towards the sky with his sword, knocking over the second old man's natal spirit bead. The Taixu realm was suppressed, and the Taixu level natal magic weapon was also suppressed. It could not use its peak power at all, how could it withstand it?

Hold his sword.

Uh...!

The natal weapon was hit hard, the second old man groaned, and his soul was distorted.

"Ten thousand swords return to one."

Zhao Yun pierced the rainbow with his sword, and the sound of his sword pierced the sky.

A sword at the pinnacle, the sword's intention is naturally powerful and devastating.

The second old man also knelt down, and his remaining soul was destroyed.

So far.

The two Taixu realms were completely destroyed.

Mr. Zhao's surprise attack was brilliant. In just three to five seconds, he defeated two Taixu Realm figures.

"Brother Wei, it's your turn."

Zhao Yun collected the storage bags of the two old men and went straight to Wei Hong with his sword in hand.

His words were not disguised at all, and he used his original voice.

Wei Hong's memory was good, and he heard it in an instant. Because he heard it, he was in disbelief, "You...Zhao Zilong?"

"It's me." Zhao Yun said calmly, with overwhelming anger.
Chapter completed!