Chapter 101: Mask old man

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Inside the mist, there was a constant rumbling sound.
Not long after, the face of the masked old man turned gloomy in an instant, and there were bursts of crisp skeletal noises between the palms of his hands.
Because, he found that the breath under his hand was disappearing one by one...
...
"Ding~ding~"
"Congratulations to the host, successfully leapfrogged and killed ten Sword Sovereign Second and Third Heaven figures."
"Congratulations to the host, gain 21 million experience points."
"Congratulations to the host, for obtaining 20,000 commercial coins."
"Congratulations to the host, upgrade to the Ninth Heaven of Sword Sect."
"..."
"Huh, I really thought that Duan Feng was a soft persimmon, so I can't let you knead it?"
Duan Feng sneered, feeling that there was no slight fluctuation in the surrounding breath.
However, just as he was about to turn around, an urgent shout came.
"Be careful!"
The speaker was Chu Qingcheng.
Immediately after...
A terrible attack, mad at him was shrouded.
"Wipe, it turns out that this is behind the scenes!"
Duan Feng's figure flashed, and quickly avoided facing the left side.
"Boom~"
There was a big hole in the place where he stood just now.
Although they can't see each other within the mist, they can still be positioned through the breath.
"Today you both have to die!"
The masked old man said coldly.
"Dead old man, what kind of ability is a sneak attack? Fight face to face if you have the kind!"
Not to be outdone, Duan Feng refuted coldly.
"Hmph, a hairy boy, can he be against the sky? Ridiculous!"
The old man in the mask gave a deep cold smile, holding a silver spear, his stature changed, and he stabled away at Duan Feng in anger.
Duan Feng didn't respond slowly, and the King's Sacred Sword quickly made a grid.
"Cang~"
The spear collided with the holy sword, and the clear clanging sound spread towards the surroundings...
"Tatata."
Under the collision of this blow, Duan Feng took dozens of steps backwards before stabilizing his figure.
On the contrary, the masked old man only took two or three steps back.
"Jianzun Nine Heaven!"
Duan Feng was slightly shocked, his face solemn.
This level of strength is almost the same as that of Fu Guan, the original Hall Master of Ao Shitang.
"Sure enough, there are many talents in the Soul Demon Sect, and anyone who comes here is such a terrifying strength."
"However, even Fu Guan was killed by me, so I am afraid that you will not succeed?"
Duan Feng held the King's Sacred Sword tightly, the next moment, he took the initiative to rush out.
When everyone can't see each other, it doesn't mean that you can win if you are strong.
It depends more on keen perception.
Duan Feng has always been very confident in this regard.
"Chang! Cang! Cang!"
The sound of fierce collision, one after another.
Under Duan Feng's series of slams, the masked old man could only resist, and had no counterattack.
"How is it possible? After this kid broke out, he was only in the fourth or fifth heaven of Jianzun. How could it be so powerful?"
The masked old man became more and more frightened after the war~EbookFREE.me~ He wanted to attack, but Duan Feng did not give him any chance.
You can always see through it in advance, or avoid it, or fight back.
"This place is not good for me, I must retire first."
As a hall master of the Soul Demon Sect, the masked old man is experienced and decisive.
Immediately, his figure flashed and he took a few hundred steps back.
"If you want to come and go, do you think this is your soul demon sect? Humph, don't let you pay any price, where will my Duan Feng face?"
Seeing that the masked old man was about to retreat, Duan Feng snorted, and a terrifying spiritual power gathered in the King's Sacred Sword in his hand.
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