He thought to himself: "Although the 'Ancient Spirit Soldier' ​​I got from Lord Peng has super strong attack power, it can be called a bottomless pit when it devours spiritual power. I must resolve the battle as soon as possible!"

Guan Heng, who was opposite, saw the sword appearing so powerful, his mouth curled up, and a smile appeared on his face: "Hmph, this is a bit obvious, I'll see when you can struggle."

Feeling that Lian Tuo's original power and the power of the dagger are great, Qing Huang reminded him loudly: "Aheng, don't be arrogant, you can also use weapons to deal with him!"

"Well, I know what I know." As soon as Guan Heng finished speaking, he immediately pulled out the Jumang Sword and the Hongyun Sword. At the same time, the other party roared: "Boy, come on, ahhhh--"

The ancient spiritual sword absorbed the power of its origin, and at this moment, it suddenly showed a fierce and fierce power, sweeping towards Guan Heng with a force of destroying the world.

"It's a bit of momentum that I'm worth taking serious action."

Guan Heng's two swords also instantly accumulated strength to gather strange lights, and suddenly slashed out, "Bang! Swish!" The two swords hit the opponent's ancient spirit soldier's short sword. The incompetent energy of the two continued to rub and squeeze within a radius of more than meter, and the surrounding air was stirred and creaked. For a moment, it was a situation of even force.

"Damn it, I have used this thing. Can't I kill this kid yet?!" At this moment, Lian Tuo was shocked and angry, and suddenly felt his five-in-one churn. It turned out that the fist injury had just happened again.

"Puff--" A mouthful of blood spurted out again, Lian Tuo's face turned pale immediately. Guan Heng looked at it from the opposite side with a real smile. He smiled long: "Battle, your death is here!"

As soon as the words were finished, the two swords in the palm immediately gathered a stronger source of power. This crazy force immediately rushed forward and hit the mid-year spiritual soldier's short sword again. "Raa" the pitiful short sword's edge continued to tremble, making a harsh sound, and even cracks gradually appeared.

"Oh no, my original spiritual breath is not strong enough. If this sword cannot hold on for a few breaths, it will burst out. I will definitely die at that time!"

Thinking of this, a trace of fear suddenly appeared in Lian Tuo's eyes, but the next moment, his eyes turned into a fierce look: "As the command of Lord Lingpeng, how can I be afraid of death?! Boy, even if I want to die here today, I have to drag you to the bottom of the corpse."

"Haha...puff!" In an instant, a bloody arrow spurted out from his mouth and landed on the short sword in his palm. Only the sound of "wavy wah" sounded one after another, and the sword's originally pale sword body instantly attached a touch of red.

"This guy...doesn't you want to..." Guan Heng originally thought he was sure to win, but at this moment, he felt an ominous premonition in his heart, and subconsciously stepped up the offensive to activate the sword light: "Ji—"

"Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish-" It was a time to say that, and then countless narrow sword lights rushed towards Lian Tuo.

"Uh ah ah ah ah--" When the opponent saw the fierce attack, his eyes suddenly burst into tears and roared, and then he vibrated the short sword in his palm, "Ruh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" This rare ancient spirit soldier turned into countless pieces and rushed towards Guan Heng's sword light.

The two sides collided violently in the air but did not make any sound, only the strange light that shone repeatedly, which was very strange!

"What's going on?!" The next moment, Qing Huang, who was watching the battle next to him, suddenly realized something was wrong, because Guan Heng and the other party were several meters away from each other's battlefield, were covered by huge black mist, and she could no longer see the scene inside.

"Seven Ghosts, Hunting, quickly break this thing and rescue Ah Heng!"

"Aowuwu--" Hearing Qing Huang's shouting, the ghosts were eager to try, but Hunting and Gu Ling Balong hurriedly shouted: "No, the original power contained in this mist is violent and complicated. If you attack rashly, not to mention that Guan Heng inside will be hit hard, even the entire Tu Nan Mountain may be smoothed out!"

Hearing this, Qing Huang Hua's face was fading, and she cried out: "Then, what should I do?"

"Whether we can get out of trouble depends on Guan Heng's own ability." Liexi said: "We have no idea how to start now, so let's just wait and see what's going on."

...

At the same time, Guan Heng in the mist stared at Lian Tuo not far away. The guy was covered in blood and the only hilt of the sword was left in his hand.

"Hehehehehe, little brat, this is the 'spiritual realm' created by me, I broke the ancient spiritual weapons and tried my best to exert my original power. This thing can prohibit anyone from using spiritual energy within this range. Although your strength is not weak, it will be no exception!"

A trace of despair appeared on Lian Tuo's face: "If there are no more than ten breaths, the spiritual realm will burst out with powerful power and destroy itself, and the entire mountain will be smoothed out. Hehehe, even if I die, I can still pull you and that little girl to die. It's worth it!"

"Stop, you are a beast with a thief heart!"

Guan Heng suddenly felt that all the spiritual energy sources in his body could not be mobilized, and he was shocked. However, when he heard the other party mentioning that he wanted to die with him, Qing Huang immediately made his eyes burst into tears: "I just can't use spiritual energy, and I can still kill you."

"Soon!" As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Heng had already pulled out his body and rushed over like lightning. The cold light of the two swords flashed, and immediately poked dozens of holes into the holes. Before the guy could even scream, he had already died on the spot.

But the next moment, Guan Heng's expression also became extremely solemn. He thought to himself: "Damn it, what this guy said is not false. The aura of the spiritual domain around me is extremely violent. I am afraid it will really destroy itself. If this happens, I can't escape. Qing Huang and Liexiu must be the same. What should I do now?"

But Guan Heng was Guan Heng after all, and his heart was like lightning. He immediately came up with a countermeasure and roared: "Okay, success or failure, just bet this!"

"Bang." He suddenly reached out and grabbed the nine-turn spirit-gathering armor inside his clothes. This object suddenly turned into a giant blade to kill Xie. Guan Heng's purpose was to use Zhu Xie to cut open a gap in the space and let all the violent spiritual auras pour in. In this way, everyone on Tu Nan Mountain could be spared.

But Guan Heng forgot the most important thing. If Zhu Xie showed his divine power, he had to input the original power in his body to the blade, but in this spiritual realm, he could not even mobilize a trace of spiritual energy.

"Oh no, just wave it to kill the evil, you can't cut open the gap in the space..." Guan Heng's mouth was full of bitterness at this time, but just in the flash of lightning, the giant blade in his palm suddenly trembled: "Buzz buzz--"

The next moment, dozens of strange shadows gushed out sharp blades, and then they turned around wildly, "Bang bang bang!" When these guys hit the dark curtain of the spiritual realm, they actually relieved their fierce and mixed airflow a little.

"This is... Wanderer Hand?!"
Chapter completed!