And with the rotation of a stream of light, a three-foot green blade appeared in Bai He's hand, and in the void above his head, seven more ancient horned dragons appeared.

Fourth grade spiritual sword!

Wow!

Finally, as a sharp aura breathed out from the three-foot green front, nine more ancient horned dragon phantoms condensed and formed in the void, winding down.

Not only that.

Between the Yuanli in the sword in Bai He's hand, there is also a kind of aura, which is the aura of 'subtle power'.

The shadows of two thousand ancient giant elephants condensed and took shape.

The power of twenty-eight ancient horned dragons, plus the power of two thousand ancient giant elephants, is Bai He's full strength.

Whoosh!

Bai He's speed was extremely fast, like an arrow leaving the string, and he arrived in front of Zi Shang in a moment.

"die!"

Suddenly, Bai He's eyes were slightly cold, and he held a sword flower in his hand with the fourth-grade spiritual sword, and quickly swept it out.

And the moment Bai He drew his sword.

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

…

Waves of sword whistles sounded, one after another, continuously.

But it was the fourth-grade spiritual sword in Bai He's hand that condensed ten rays of sword light, appearing out of thin air from all directions and stabbing Zi Shang.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air flow swept through the air, and the slight wind whistling sound was slightly harsh.

call!

Facing Bai He's preemptive strike, Zi Shang had no intention of dodge. He raised his left hand, and a simple Guqin appeared in his hand again.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zi Shang suddenly raised his right hand, and his Yuan Power was raging, wrapping around his palm.

Not only that, in his palm, wisps of deep cyan Gang Qi and red Gang Qi merged together, and the red Gang Qi had a tendency to gradually grow.

Fire borrows the wind!

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Almost at the same time, Zi Shang moved and struck out with a palm. The energy of the 'Impression of Wind' and 'Image of Fire' condensed in the palm of his hand, twisted and spun in an instant, forming a deep vortex.

"He is going to..."

Zi Shang's actions made Duan Lingtian a little puzzled.

Just because at this moment, when Zi Shang struck out with his palm, the target was not Bai He, but the Guqin in his own hand.

To be precise, it was directed at the row of strings on the front of the guqin.

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

…

And at this moment, the ten sword lights condensed by Bai He were only a few feet away from Zi Shang, and were about to penetrate Zi Shang's body.

Finally, Zi Shang's right palm twisted the whirlpool in his palm and suddenly fell down, hitting a row of strings on the front of the guqin.

Zheng!!
Chapter completed!