Zhang Zhifeng's body was full of flames, and his power was running to the extreme and penetrated his body, spewing out a flame tongue dozens of meters long, like a huge fireball.

With the sound of breaking through the air, the light outside his body pulled out nearly a thousand meters long, cutting through the blue sky, attracting the attention of countless pairs of eyes.

"Stop, ah!" Zhang Zhifeng gritted his teeth and shouted, then roared, and his skills exploded. At the same time, an instinctive "flying" ability soaked the fiery red body.

The light outside his body exploded instantly and suddenly changed more than ten times. At the same time, the rapidly flying fireball he transformed into also had a sense of agility.

However, his rapid flight did not stop like he shouted, but was slightly slower.

That's right, Zhang Zhifeng was struggling. He used all his strength and just wanted to stop himself from flying thrown out by the man.

Zhang Zhifeng was stubborn. In his struggle, he actually found his "talented flying combat skills" and at the same time stimulated more power hidden in his body.

Still can't stop the momentum of progress.

With the power Zhang Zhifeng showed now, he could not stop the flying momentum that was thrown out by someone!

The power of a cultivator is as imaginary as imagined. At the same time, the difference in cultivation between cultivators is also so absolute. Zhang Zhifeng understood that if he put aside his man just now, he would definitely die immediately if he just put aside his hand and attacked him with a palm.

"Is it the guardian of that sword? So powerful!" Zhang Zhifeng's eyes lit up, "And that sword is definitely a peerless magical sword that is unprecedented."

After contacting the sword, Zhang Zhifeng was deeply shocked by the power contained in the magic sword. At the same time, he naturally knew that the sword was not a demon sword, and the demonic energy was transmitted from the gap between the sword and the ground.

Demon-sealing Sword!

While thinking, Zhang Zhifeng had given up the action of stopping the flight, but he was using the feeling of flying control that suddenly appeared as he wanted to control his body and try to restrain himself to avoid being too shocking.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhifeng felt lighter all over, and his body stopped and his ability to fly as he pleased made him easily flip around.

At this time, Zhang Zhifeng suddenly realized that the powerful flying power that he could not control had disappeared instantly.

A wonderful feeling made Zhang Zhifeng vaguely feel that something had happened to the master of that power.

With his eyebrows frowning, Zhang Zhifeng was a little at a loss for a moment.

"No, ** Yun and Mr. Tan are still there." Zhang Zhifeng's expression changed slightly, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly flew towards the original path.

Some of the talented flying combat skills have been restored, and the surging power of the saint has become more elegant, and the flight is much faster than before.

"What is that?"

Suddenly a shocking black air emerged in front of him, soaring into the sky.

"Can it be that the demonic aura, the Demon-Sealing Sword?" Zhang Zhifeng instantly thought that it was because the Demon-Sealing Sword was pulled out by himself. But, later, the man was so powerful, could he still not be able to block it?

As soon as his thought arose, the golden light in the sky rose, and in an instant, he wiped out the endless dark demonic aura in the sky.

"It's really strong!"

Zhang Zhifeng was stunned. This kind of power can really destroy the world.

"How strong can we be so strong? What is the end of the **?" Zhang Zhifeng thought naturally.

Complex human hearts and human prides are derived from constant thinking.

Zhang Zhifeng, who has no memory, has completely preserved his ability to think.

Without the constraints of the past common perceptions, what kind of incredible sparks of wisdom would he think of incredible and unimaginable to ordinary people?

Suddenly, a sharp cry came, and Zhang Zhifeng quickly looked up, but at this moment, a black light had already pierced his chamber with a degree that he could not react.

All this was born between lightning and fire, and the sudden change did not give people any reaction time at all.

Zhang Zhifeng reluctantly lowered his head and saw that it was a sword, as dark as ink. A powerful aura came from the sword body, which made him feel very depressed.

It was as if he could not resist the power of the master who threw it away at first, making him feel powerless!

This sword is stronger than him!

Suddenly, a message flashed through Zhang Zhifeng's mind, isn't this sword the divine sword at the source of the demonic energy?

A subtle and congested golden stream leaped from the black sword body, like a tiny spring water rushing into Zhang Zhifeng's heart, and then spreading his whole body.

There was no swelling and pain, but Zhang Zhifeng, who was about to draw his sword, felt in vain that he was about to explode, just a pure and wonderful feeling.

In the shock, a phantom flashed in his mind.

Huge wildfires roared, boundless ocean howled; the flames that spread across the sky, curling waves of water that swept into the sky, they collided fiercely, but disappeared in an instant. When they looked closely, there was a person like a black dot in the air, and the flames and the waves all rushed into the human body in an instant.

Next, there was an almost foreseeable explosion.

The illusion in Zhang Zhifeng's mind disappeared.

Zhang Zhifeng did not rush to draw his sword, it was not fatal. He felt his body carefully, and there was no swelling or pain all over his body, but there was a powerful and obscure mysterious thing that kept reminding him of his thoughts and telling him that you were very swelling and painful and almost exploded.

A flash of inspiration, and Zhang Zhifeng suddenly realized that the illusion in his mind just now was this mysterious thing reminding himself in a way that was most shocking to him.

Is there really a volcanic tsunami-like force that is comparable to the illusion in my mind entering my body?

"How is it possible? Such a powerful force is unless it is the full strength of the strong man just now." Zhang Zhifeng murmured.

Suddenly, his eyes glared and moved constantly, and his eyes were filled with horror.

"Could it be that the person really passed on me all my skills?"

Zhang Zhifeng came without rushing to think about it. The feeling of danger that was about to explode continued to erode his soul, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Zhang Zhifeng knew that the situation was really critical.

He looked around and found a place with dense forests and complex terrain. He fell to the ground and rushed straight towards the place with hidden and rapid pace.

After finding a place to hide, he cast several skills and slightly changed the surrounding environment and formed a simple illusion array. Zhang Zhifeng sat down gently, carefully trying to mobilize all the skills that can be used in his body, devote all his energy to experience his situation carefully.

Time passed minute by minute. Zhang Zhifeng, who was completely immersed in his own perception, did not notice the change of time outside. He did not open his eyes until the sun sets and the sky is completely dark.

In an instant, Zhang Zhifeng found that the surroundings had been explored by cultivators, and more than once.

However, the cultivators who explored this place were far inferior to Zhang Zhifeng, so they could not see through his simple disguise.

A trace of confusion flashed in Zhang Zhifeng's eyes, because after his careful investigation, there was still no "distinction" in his body.

Gently holding the magic sword that was in his mouth, slowly pulling it away. As the sword blade rubbed against the bones, Zhang Zhifeng could feel the boundless sharpness of the sword, making him ginger and his arms were as stable as Mount Tai, without any trembling.

After so long, Zhang Zhifeng pulled out the magic sword.

When he drew the sword, Zhang Zhifeng felt that the sword stabbed directly, and had no malice to him, because when he drew the sword, it was incredible that the extremely sharp blade did not destroy a trace of flesh that was connected to the sword blade. Except for the damage when the magic sword flew in at first, it did not cause any other damage to his body.

The long sword was easily pulled out, holding the sword in his hand. Zhang Zhifeng was about to take a closer look, but was shocked by a message that suddenly came into his mind.

"Brother Zhang Zhifeng, we have been together for several days. My brother is deeply shocked by his openness, magnanimity, kindness, sincerity. When we meet, we actually communicate with each other with our hearts. I am a true gentleman."

"Actually, I am not Zhao Bailong, I am an old cultivator in Jiran City."

"I became famous more than 6,000 years ago. I became a saint at the age of seventeen, and fought all over the world at the age of twenty. By the age of thirty, I had defeated all the masters below the Xuansheng in the world..."

"I was also young and frivolous, and I had endless dreams of uploading heroic figures in **... I established Jiran City... The demon appeared... the ancient sword inherited... **..."

"Over the years, the ambitions of ** have been erased. I just hope to stay awake for a few more years. So, Zhao Bailong, who has been in the world, has been rescued by you, so he will not turn into a demon."

"I know that there is not much time, so I passed on my life's practice to my **. My thoughts and souls will fight against those demons. And this body of hard work that has been hard for thousands of years is really unbearable to abandon. I am one of the most powerful people I have ever seen, and my thoughts are clear and pure, which should be able to resolve the inevitable devilish thoughts in my skills."

"Of course, if I can't bear my skills, the magic sword will take them away and bombard them deep into the ground, and will not hurt you. Now, you can get this message from me, which means that you can easily draw out the magic sword by yourself. It can be seen that I can bear my skills! I feel very comforted."

"With my skills, my strength should be improved by leaps and bounds, and sooner or later, I hope you can take care of my disciples."

Zhang Zhifeng's expression changed again and again. The information that came into his mind from the divine sword did not sound, nor was it, but it made him feel like Zhao Bailong stood in front of him with a smile and talked.

Very clear information made Zhang Zhifeng understand Zhao Bailong's life. That life is truly a unique talent! He is truly the protagonist in the legend.

However, what made Zhang Zhifeng feel embarrassed was that he did not have any existing skills, and it was not as Zhao Bailong guessed that his body was strong enough to withstand Zhao Bailong's terrifying power.

"Not what, the White Dragon Brothers entrusted me to give this magical sword when I was dying. It is natural that I have to help Jiran City."

Zhang Zhifeng rose into the air, identified the direction, and walked towards Zhiran City again.

There was an explanation in Zhao Bailong's message. At the last moment, **yun and the others were also sent by him to a safe place far away, so Zhang Zhifeng was not worried about them. He just wanted to meet Zhao Bailong's apprentice quickly and get some understanding so that he could arrange it.

Carrying the magic sword, Zhang Zhifeng was inexplicably sad. He only had three friends, and just like that, one missing.
Chapter completed!