Chapter 130: Those who block me die!

"Huh, arrogant! You must kill him as quickly as possible!"
The soul scorpion hummed coldly, gave an order, and then rushed towards Si Xuantian.
"Boom!"
Si Xuantian and Soul Scorpion, two sword-sage-level powerhouses, collided in the blink of an eye.
The terrible rumbling sound resounded through the whole land.
On the other hand, the eight main hall masters and hundreds of monks were flashing, and they surrounded Duan Feng.
"Many people? Is it useful?"
Duan Feng smiled lightly, then took out the King's Sacred Sword behind him.
"God-level spirit veins, open!"
"Eight-door Dunjia, fully open!"
"Boom! Boom!"
A breath suddenly rose from Duan Feng's body.
The strength of this breath has reached the late stage of the sword sovereign impressively.
"Be careful, this kid's strength has grown a lot."
The masked old man screamed.
"Haha, those who stop me die!"
Duan Feng laughed, and the King's Sacred Sword in his hand swung down fiercely.
"Extreme ghost swordsmanship, Storm Slash!"
A terrible hurricane rose from the ground and swept out frantically towards the surroundings.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Every monk who was hit was lifted off instantly, and blood was sprayed in his mouth.
Under this blow, at least 20 or 30 people were hit.
However, the remaining Soul Demon Sect cultivators still had seventy or eighty people.
Moreover, the eight hall masters were not hurt.
"Shoot together!"
The masked old man yelled, the sky full of energy attacks, and suddenly screamed at Duan Feng frantically.
The number of these attacks is too much, and all directions are involved, so that Duan Feng has nowhere to hide.
"Since there is nowhere to hide, then I don't need to hide anymore!"
Duan Feng gave a low cry, and then, a ball of flames bloomed from his body, enclosing him tightly.
This flame is milky white.
Obviously, this is the Jinglian Demon Fire.
The Jinglian Demon Fire is a mysterious flame that purifies everything.
Anything, as long as it is stained by it, will be purified into nothingness.
"Chih~ Chih~ Chih~ Chih~ Chih~"
The energy attack released by the cultivator of the Soul Demon Sect was instantly purified into nothingness when it encountered the flames that moved up and down outside Duan Feng's body.
"what?"
"How could this be?"
"This……"
Whether it is the cultivator of the Soul Demon Sect or the cultivator watching the battle in the distance, they all stared at this scene inconceivably.
For them, this is beyond imagination.
"Haha, it's my turn to attack!"
"Extreme ghost swordsmanship, ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
Duan Feng was very satisfied with the effect brought by the Demon Fire of the Lotus Flower, and immediately, with a low cry, the King's Holy Sword in his hand swung down again.
"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"
The small sword formed by the sword aura in the sky radiated from the tip of the King's Sacred Sword, madly shooting at the cultivators of the surrounding Soul Demon Sect.
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"
In an instant ~EbookFREE.me~, a large number of monks fell.
In Duan Feng's head, there was a constant and crisp sound of the system.
"Ding~ding"
"Congratulations to the host, killing eighty-eight cultivators in the early days of the sword sovereign."
"Congratulations to the host, for gaining 76 million experience points."
"Congratulations to the host, I have obtained 50,000 commercial currency points. Warm reminder that the commercial currency has reached the upper limit."
"Congratulations to the host, upgrade to the fifth heavenly sword sovereign."
"..."
"Haha, give me another wave of experience for Xiaoye, enjoyable!"
Duan Feng couldn't help being ecstatic.
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(End of this chapter)