There was only a loud bang, and the two of them retreated more than ten meters at the same time.

Su Feng trembled all over and danced out a beautiful sword flower with his long sword in his hand, his eyes as terrifying as the abyss.

Miyamoto's body was stiff and his nerves were temporarily stiff, and his body gradually stabilized, and his solemn aura seemed to be real.

In this confrontation, neither of them took advantage of each other.

The people around were frightened and felt that the contest between these two people was no longer something ordinary people could keep up with.

If they really stand on the ring, they may be able to destroy the aftermath of the two of them.

The two of them were already red in their eyes, and no one said anything.

The next moment, the two fought again.

Boom!

The entire arena was filled with spiritual power like a tide, and the earth was constantly shaking, making waves of roars.

In just three minutes, the protective cover has been destroyed no less than ten times!

The people in the stands began to release spiritual power into the protective cover, for fear of affecting everyone present.

The aura filled with strong destructive power made the entire venue even more embarrassed.

Su Feng's sword god is unpredictable, the sword intent roars and rushes, and thousands of sword auras spread out, just like the king of swordsmanship, and cannot be regarded as sharp!

After losing his arm, Miyamoto's Burial God became as quiet as water, and his sword skills became continuous, flowing like a big river. However, there were murderous moves hidden in his quiet aura.

At this moment, the Dragon Lord could no longer sit still and began to make every effort to maintain the existence of the protective shield.

If the protective cover is really lost its effect, I am afraid that the entire martial arts area will be destroyed by this force hedging.

After all, the duel of the two of them at this level can already vaguely break through the limit of the sky level.

Everyone around the ring forgot to breathe and their minds were swaying.

"Miyamoto's God of Burial, take this trick of mine!"

I saw the Wushuang Nine Swords suddenly rushing out and killing Miyamoto's Burial God.

Accompanied by Su Feng's violent shout, his breath suddenly surged, and a strange sword energy sprinkled out.

Miyamoto's face changed drastically.

But his movements were not slow at all, and his figure suddenly dodged.

But Su Feng did not show a strange sneer, and he showed his fingers without any mercy, as if a big river was like a big river, not giving Miyamoto the burial god a slight breathing time.

The Haoran finger, inherited from the master of Lingquan, has come in handy now.

Miyamoto's face looked ugly, his figure kept dodging, but his heart gradually became a little chaotic.

If this continues, I will definitely not be my opponent.

But this hit Su Feng's thoughts.

When a master fights, he always attacks his heart first.

If someone gets upset first, it is naturally impossible to win in the battle.

"Su Feng, you are the strongest person I have ever met, so let me use the strongest means to kill you here!"

After making the decision, Miyamoto's expression suddenly became extremely cold, and his aura became cold and solemn.

Su Feng narrowed his eyes and the threat of death suddenly surged into his heart.

The extremely strong sense of crisis made him extremely frightened and creepy.

I saw an extremely huge human figure suddenly appearing behind Miyamoto's Burial God, emitting a blue-purple light!

Seeing this, the Dragon Lord suddenly shrank: "This guy can actually use the power of the ancient god!"


Chapter completed!