Yang Hong's face changed drastically when he was surrounded by the giant flaming sword, and his eyes looked incredible.

"Nothing is impossible."

As if responding to Yang Hong's words, Duan Lingtian spoke calmly.

Immediately afterwards, his hand flew out like lightning and grabbed the first-grade spiritual knife in Yang Hong's hand. Without fear of the power above, he snatched it from Yang Hong's hand.

In an instant, Yang Hong's expression changed again.

Take the knife from his hand with your bare hands?

You must know that his sword contains the power of four ancient blue dragons, plus the power of nearly a thousand ancient horned dragons.

For a moment, as if he had noticed something, Yang Hong suddenly raised his head and looked at the void above the head of the purple-clothed young man in front of him, where the vision of heaven and earth had already been condensed and formed.

For a moment, the phantoms of four ancient blue dragons, plus the phantoms of three thousand ancient horned dragons, came into his eyes, making his face turn extremely pale.

No spiritual weapon is used, just defensive martial arts are used, and the power of one body is comparable to the power of four ancient blue dragons, plus the power of three thousand ancient horned dragons.

He is stronger than the one who used the first-grade spiritual sword and has the power of more than two thousand ancient horned dragons!

For a moment, Yang Hong realized the gap between himself and the young man in purple in front of him. It was a gap like a chasm.

"Who the hell is he?!"

The faces of the Yangfeng Protector Elder and the two other Yangfeng deputy peak masters changed drastically.

Although they were mentally prepared, they never expected that the other party's power would surpass Yang Hong's, who used a first-grade spiritual weapon, without using a spiritual weapon.

"How is that possible?!"

The scene in front of him made Deyang Fei's face turn pale for a moment, his pupils shrank, and he couldn't believe that all this was true.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Duan Lingtian moved, the first-grade spiritual sword that he snatched from Yang Hong's hand shook, and he fiercely plucked it out at Yang Hong.

The blade fell on Yang Hong's body, and the powerful force sent Yang Hong flying away. He flew hundreds of meters like an arrow from a string before he stopped.

"Wow!"

"Wow!!"

…

For a moment, Yang Hong vomited out blood one after another, and his face turned extremely pale.

"There are still twenty breaths left."
Chapter completed!