Two powerful qi collided invisibly in the air. After the two collided, they did not make much sound, as if they were two balls of cotton colliding together.

If you are careful, you will definitely notice that Miao Gaofeng took a small step back.

Holding the Heaven-Splitting Sword, Miao Gaofeng's eyes, which were already filled with deep fear, became even more solemn.

The Heaven-Splitting Sword was inserted diagonally into the ground, his robe was blowing without any wind, and Miao Gaofeng's eyes were filled with light.

Moving his lips covered with white beard, Miao Gaofeng said: "Not bad, he has strength."

After saying that, his figure flashed, and afterimages appeared in the air.

Not long after, Miao Gaofeng suddenly slashed the Fentian Sword at Yi Gucheng from top to bottom. When the Fentian Sword struck sharply, it was filled with bursts of flame light, looking extremely illusory and beautiful.

The picture at this time is very beautiful, a kind of peaceful and peaceful beauty.

But everyone knows that this kind of tranquility is followed by an unpredictable storm.

The scene on the ring seemed to be frozen at this moment... The white-haired old man, dressed in snow like an immortal, with the Heavenly Sword in his hand, struck with a thunderbolt at a man dressed in black who looked like Shura...

Yi Gucheng is elegantly dressed in black, and his eyes are calm, like a calm sea. When it is quiet, the sea surface forms a straight line, but when it is not quiet, it is a turbulent wave.

The right hand with clear bones suddenly raised, and the red fireworks of the Dividing Heaven Sword burned in Yi Gucheng's eyes, reflecting a hint of coquettishness and charm into the abyss-like eyes.

The index finger and middle finger quickly picked up the Fentian Sword that was slashing straight at him. The fireworks on the Fentian Sword burned on his fingers, but they could only be fixed on his two fingers.

Frowning, Miao Gaofeng hung up in the air, holding the Fentian Sword tightly with both hands, but the tip of the Fentian Sword was pinched by Yi Gucheng's two fingers.

No matter how Miao Gaofeng tried his best, the Tianfen Sword seemed to be solidified in Yi Gucheng's fingers.

"That's all you have?"

Looking up at Miao Gaofeng as if carelessly, Yi Gucheng curled his lips.

Yi Gucheng lowered his eyes and looked at his index finger and middle finger, which were burned by the flames of the Fentian Sword. Judging from the expression on his face, it seemed that the flames burned him without pain or itch.

Miao Gaofeng frowned, and the bones in the hand holding the Fentian Sword were highlighted.

Even if he exerted all his strength to suck the milk, the Fentian Sword was still frozen in Yi Gucheng's hand and motionless.

When he saw Yi Gucheng's relaxed look, a hint of doubt finally appeared in his eyes.

With just two fingers, he was able to withstand his Sky-Splitting Sword. Yuntian Da~ There is no such powerful person on the mainland, right?

Yi Gucheng suddenly pulled the Fentian Sword toward him, and the sharp light in his eyes was revealed.

His long black hair suddenly rose up, and he looked more like a Shura at this moment.

With such a gentle tug, Fentian Sword and Miao Gaofeng were actually pulled over by him.

With a gentle tap of the soles of his feet, his body seemed to be rising gracefully, but his speed could be said to be lightning fast.

As he let go of the Tianfen Sword with his fingers, Yi Gucheng's hands suddenly turned pitch black.

After Lingkong took a few steps forward, Yi Gucheng rushed forward and grabbed Miao Gaofeng's shoulders. His eyes narrowed and he strengthened his hands.

As soon as two "click" sounds were heard, Miao Gaofeng's two arms were removed.

With his arms removed, Miao Gaofeng was unable to hold on to the Fentian Sword, and the Fentian Sword fell from his old hand to the ground.
Chapter completed!