Feng Lan quickly retracted the Hidden Edge Cone and attacked the ugly boy with his sword.

"Xiaofan, be careful."

The girl in green clothes never expected that her desperate efforts would allow Feng Lan to capture the fighter opportunity.

How can she figure it out?

Fenglan's magical power is so profound that it is like the endless deep sea, inexhaustible.

But at this moment, in another fight, a black giant sword fell from the sky.

On the blade of the black giant sword, sparks splashed and flying fire streamed.

"Tianwu Divine Sword!"

"God-killing style!"

People in the Demon Cult shouted one after another.

Almost at the same time, two magic weapons from the demon sect were launched and hit the black giant sword.

The majestic force breaks through the sky, truly like a god descending from heaven, fearless and fearless.

With one sword strike, I will have no regrets in the wind and rain, and I swear to kill ghosts and gods.

In the battle of fate, no one expected that at the critical moment, Xiong Potian would be the first to break through.

Among the people present in the Zhangtian Sect, the strongest ones were Ye Chengfeng and Ximen Xiaoyu, who had yet to see the magical power of the twenty-eight movements.

Xiong Po Tian became the second young disciple among everyone present to cast the "Twenty-eight Heaven Palming Styles" after Feng Lan.

His offensive was successfully intercepted by two strange magic weapons from the Demon Cult disciples.

Feng Lan happened to see it clearly.

One is in the shape of a donkey's hoof, gray-white,

The other piece is in the shape of a sheep's horn, with alternate colors of brown and green.

Such a weird magic weapon can actually compete with Tianwu Peak's fairy sword and divine weapon "Tianwu Sword".

The two factions of good and evil have been fighting for thousands of years, and no one can destroy the other. It seems there is a reason.

"Shocked...cold..."

In another place where they were fighting, the disciples of the Demon Cult exclaimed again.

Fenglan glanced over.

A green dragon soared into the sky, lighting up the night sky.

"Dragon chanting sword?"

Feng Lan secretly exclaimed, his offensive faltered.

At the same time, the four people on the opposite side were shocked by this and turned to attack the rising green dragon instead of attacking Feng Lan.

In an instant, a blue sword light rose on the left side of the green dragon, and a dark blue sword light rose on the right side, like the wings of a dragon.

A dragon roar resounded through the sky, shocking hundreds of miles away.

The green dragon soared into the sky, swallowing the darkness ahead without hesitation.

At the edge of the green dragon's glory, a purple-blue light suddenly lit up, just in time to intercept a sneak attack magic weapon.

On the side of the demon sect disciples, a bone dragon rushed out of the darkness and hit the green dragon head on.

In an instant, thunder and lightning roared, and sparks emitted.

Both sides quickly retreated.

The green dragon's glory recedes,

Li Feiyun screamed, spurting blood wildly, holding the Dragon Sword tightly with both hands, and his body withered like a fallen leaf.

The demon sect disciples fled into the darkness and shouted in a trembling voice: "Junior sister, retreat quickly."

Feng Lan was sure that the person arrived later, just in time for such a critical moment.

He quickly came to Li Feiyun, handed him a strange fairy fruit, and said in a deep voice: "Others, catch up."

make a prompt decision.

Take the lead.

He bit the demon sect disciple who was about to retreat.

Unexpectedly, the demon sect disciples had already chosen a defensive terrain and hid in a thicket of ice fronts.

Fenglan knows his interests and dare not attack rashly.

"Brothers from Zhangtian Sect and Tianlong Palace, move closer to me quickly.

I will give you Daxue mango, dragon fruit, black bodhi, gold and silver fruit, and give you a supplement."

Feng Lan said loudly.

Everyone gathered together, healing their wounds, replenishing supplies, and cherishing the opportunity to breathe.

Fenglan was not stingy and gave each person a piece of exotic fruit.

What shocked him himself was that,

Li Feiyun was able to activate the Dragon Sword, which had been dormant for nearly ten thousand years, and summon a green dragon.

If he hadn't cast the spell forcefully and lacked moral integrity, most of the Demon Sect's disciples would have been killed.

That is to say, the disciples of Zhangtian Sect present, following Fenglan, Xiong Po Tianhou,

Li Feiyun became the third young disciple to cast the "Shocking Style" of the "Twenty-eight Palm Palm Styles".

Xiong and Li's breakthrough turned the demon sect's disciples from shock to fear.

Undoubtedly, the disciples of the Demon Sect present will no longer be able to engage in a head-on battle between Zhangtian Sect and Tianlong Palace.

"Junior brother, Senior Brother Li is in danger."

Zhuo Yifan stepped forward and whispered.

Feng Lan's face sank, and he followed him to the back without asking any further questions.

Li Feiyun sat cross-legged and meditated on the ice with difficulty, his body clearly curled up.

The area of ​​more than ten feet where he was was different from the coldness of the ice and snow, as cold as arrows.

No one else can get close.

Zhuo Yifan whispered: "The cold poison passed down from our ancestors is very dangerous this time."

"Tell Senior Brother Ye and Senior Brother Liaozhi to keep an eye on the Demon Cult disciples."

After Feng Lan gave the order, he resolutely walked to the opposite side of Li Feiyun, sat cross-legged and meditated, stretching out his palms.

At this moment, if help cannot be given, any hesitation will mean failure to save.

The two palms met,

The cold poison in Li Feiyun's body poured back into Feng Lan's meridians like a flood that broke a bank.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Yubai appeared in the depths of Feng Lan's mind, and red sparks flew out, floating into the center of his eyebrows, swallowing the cold poison, and then turned into pure spiritual power, which was stored in various points on the meridians.

In less than a moment, Li Feiyun's cold poison was purged, and his injuries were almost healed. The injuries to the meridians, muscles and bones will take some time.

"How can the Fengxue Sutra be so effective?"

Li Fei asked in surprise.

Feng Lan smiled calmly, gathered his thoughts, and realized that his Taoism had broken through to the middle level of the divine realm, which was quite solid.
Chapter completed!