Although Qin Mufeng was injured in this battle, Long Jianfei was obviously doomed to be defeated.

worth!

"Grandpa, I don't want to lose!" Long Jianfei roared in his heart, and the sword spirit who controlled Long Jianfei in his spiritual sense also looked extremely ugly.

"Then you have to pay a very heavy price."

Long Jianfei agreed directly.

"good!"

The sword spirit did not speak, and instantly the Dragon Sword Flying's body breath surged. At this time, the Dragon Sword Flying half of its foot stepped into the holy realm level, and the Divine Sword instantly healed, shattering the attack of the golden charlatan.

Qin Mufeng fell and flew out.

The golden stick is out of hand.

Long Jianfei also had a crack in his body, but he ignored it. He had a smile on his face. Looking at Qin Mufeng, he said coldly: "Qin Mufeng, die for me!"

Then, a sword was slashed out!

The King of Ming was standing behind Qin Mufeng, and the sword directly shattered the King of Ming Buddha. Qin Mufeng wiped the blood from his mouth, grabbed the golden stick and killed it out, regardless of whether it was bombardment, and each stick had a shocking power.

Long Jianfei widened his eyes.

At this time, he overdrawn his strength to look at it, and his body was almost unable to hold on. The last sword just shattered the gods and Buddhas behind him without erasing him.

Now, he was forced to do so.

Long Jianfei couldn't help but roaring to the sky.

He is unwilling to give up!

It's a little bit, just a little bit!

Just a little bit short of Qin Mufeng was dead!

"Destroy it for me!"

When the eighth stick went down, the Dragon Sword Flying Divine Sword shattered and turned into pieces. At this time, the Dragon Sword Flying was overwhelmed, and the sword spirit flew out of his body. Qin Mufeng was willing to give it a chance to escape. He swept the stick and the sword spirit was severely injured.

"I admit defeat, don't destroy my spiritual consciousness." The sword spirit looked like an old man, and Long Jianfei looked a bit similar to him.

That's his grandfather.

Qin Mufeng held the golden charlatan in his hand, looked at the sword spirit who was begging hard at this time, and sneered: "Give up you aside? Do you think it's possible?"

As the words fell, the ninth stick fell.
Chapter completed!