Soon, Chen Feng felt that they quietly moved his heartstrings.
At this mont, Chen Feng's comprehension of the ninth sword has increased a lot!
Originally, Chen Feng had completely forgotten the comprehension of the Ninth Sword since it took fifty years of life span.
But at this ti, his understanding of the Ninth Sword turned out to beco clear again.
And this ti, it was not with Mokoro's power, but his own insight.
This kind of comprehension is exceptionally calm and solid.
Chen Feng was filled with joy, and he felt that he was not far from comprehending the ninth sword.
At this ti, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth. He looked at Mo Ke Luo and slowly uttered four words: "It's ti!"
After Mokoro heard these four words, his heart trembled violently, and an ominous premonition imdiately rose.
He grinned reluctantly, looked at Chen Feng, and sternly shouted: "Little boy, don't pretend to here, you are obviously no longer an opponent!"
"If you continue to fight, you will definitely be consud to death, and soon, your soul will be controlled by !"
Chen Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Really? Then, open your dog's eyes and see clearly, who is the dead!"
After speaking, Chen Feng suddenly roared, and he directly threw away the lava long knife, no longer using physical power.
At the next mont, all the rocks on the surface of his body suddenly collapsed, and a little golden light quietly lit up at his pubic area.
This golden light beca brighter and brighter. Finally, the surface of Chen Feng's body was enveloped by dark golden light.
This is impressively the power to lower the dragon and Arhat!
At the next mont, Chen Feng let out a roar, and his arms shook, and the dark golden dragon descending Arhat power sprayed out from his body, turning into countless dragons.
Seeing this scene, Mokoro was completely stupid.
He yelled in disbelief: "How is it possible? How is this possible!"
"You are in the state of a soul body. It is incredible to be able to use your power. How can you still use your practice?"
Chen Feng smiled slightly and said softly: "I was just kidding you!"
As he said, Chen Feng roared, and the power of the dragon descending Arhat surged towards the souls of the ten sword masters.
The souls of these ten sword masters have been transford into a state almost like a ghost by Mokoro, and the power of the dragon descending Arhat is brilliant and shining like a scorching sun, which is the nesis of this ghost.
Feeling the power of the dragon descending Arhat, the ten sword masters all scread bitterly, that was the fear from the bottom of their hearts.
Chen Feng said silently in his heart: "Ten seniors, sorry, but what I am doing now is to liberate you."
"If you knew it at this ti, you would definitely not want to be enslaved by this dog and then driven like a slave!"
He took a deep breath, his face hardened again, without any hesitation.
The power of the dragon descending arhat is like a dark golden fla, which envelops the souls of these ten sword masters, and then burns quickly.
It was just a mont, the screams sounded one after another, and then stopped abruptly. The ghosts of the ten sword masters had disappeared without a trace, and turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated in the air!
Seeing this scene, Mokoro was completely silly, with two big eyes staring round.
After a long ti, there was an exclamation: "How is it possible, this is impossible? How could you kill them so easily?"
Chen Feng looked at him with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said: "They are not my opponents. I fought with them for so long just to appreciate the profound aning of their swordsmanship."
"And now, I got everything I deserved," Chen Feng said with a smile: "So, you deserve to die!"
Chen Feng uttered a clear river, and his figure quickly flashed towards the enchanted Ke Luo Ji, patted with both hands, and the power of the dragon and Arhat surged wildly.
This power is also the nesis of Demon Corot as the **** demon.
It let out a stern and miserable howl, and felt this power rushing toward its face. So parts of his body's surface had already lted, turning into a thick stench of black water, flowing out of his body.
Mokoro let out a scream, and his body ejected directly.
Chen Feng finally saw Mokoro's body at this ti.
Mokoro's body is very ugly, it looks a bit like the demon with four legs like a hunting dog just now. His body, like a combination of a hunting dog and a cow, has large scales on its surface. A demon's head has grown, with sharp horns like sheep's horns!
Chen Feng sneered: "It turns out that it's such a dog thing. You still pretend to be a ghost, saying that you are like how powerful you are."
Chen Feng's words seed to poke Mo Ke Luo's sore spot, he let out a scream, his eyes showed desperately, even if he knew that he was not Chen Feng's opponent, he was madly rushing towards Chen Feng.
Because he knew that he had only this way today.
Chen Feng smiled coldly and greeted him.
And when Chen Feng and Mo Ke Luo were fighting, outside, Uncle Dao was already in crisis.
In the space of this blood-stained giant knife, ti is obviously not equal to the outside. Nearly a day has passed inside, and outside is just the past ti for a cup of tea.
But this cup of tea was enough to put Uncle Dao into a crisis.
The two Heavenly Stalkers are both the pinnacles of the Nine-Star Martial King, and they are the subordinates of that terrifying existence. They have the responsibility of hunting and even executing punishnt in this Tongtian River, so their combat experience is quite rich. Weaker than Uncle Dao.
Moreover, Uncle Sword's advantage is the sword technique, but his sword technique is only extrely simple and powerful, but the changes are not so many.
Therefore, the ti for a cup of tea is almost seen by others.
At this ti, the two sky-sweeping hunters winked at each other, which ant they understood each other's aning.
A sky-sweeping hunter launched a fierce attack on Uncle Knife. Uncle Knife didn't expect that he would fight like this when he had the upper hand. He didn't watch out for a while, and was beaten to the left and right. Parry.
At this ti, another sky-sweeping hunter rushed towards the small courtyard.
Uncle Dao let out a sharp roar: "Shaless!"
There is Han Yuer in that small courtyard. In his mind, Han Yuer is the young grandmother of the future. No damage is allowed. How can he allow these sky-sweepers to hurt?
He rushed towards the small courtyard frantically, and the empty door at the back opened wide, making it impossible to defend.
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