On the white stone ground on the high slope, Yan Xing said with some emotion and excitement.

After all, this is an extremely rare and precious earth-level magic weapon. The Zhuo family can take out one, which shows how profound its background is.

Hearing this, among the people behind Meng Zhao, Han Pu, who was wearing a blue shirt and thin clothes, slowly pressed the handle of the Changyang Divine Sword, and some strange shapes appeared in his eyes, and there was a faint shadow of a knife forged by a flame hammer.

"According to legend, in the Tang Dynasty, King Zhao of the Western Prefecture Li Yuanba was in a state of unparalleled domineering body, holding a golden hammer of drums and beating, and was the best in the world in combat power. Even though Taizong's chaotic body had never been fully developed, he was not his opponent.

King Zhao had a destined enemy, named Yuwen Chengdu, which was the body of the Nether Phoenix. The phoenix wings and gold wings in his hand were a heavenly-level divine weapon with unparalleled divine power. Later generations included gold timber boring, phoenix wings and other strange weapons. They were all made of imitation of phoenix wings and gold timber boring, and their power was also infinitely useful. Today I can finally see it."

In the field, Longcheng's hands, which were gathered in his wide and long sleeves, still did not show up, nor did he intend to attack, as if he was waiting for Zhuo Mufeng to slowly get to know the phoenix wings and exert his power.

The smile on his face remained unabashed, as if he didn't take this earth-level magic weapon seriously at all, hiding his arrogance.

This shocked many onlookers, especially the leaders of the Zhuo family. After looking at each other, their expressions were heavy, and they didn't know what the other party relied on, and they also became more worried about Zhuo Mufeng.

Zhuo Mufeng was completely unaware of this. At this time, he held a phoenix wings in one hand and pointed his head at the Dragon City. As his skills improved, the true energy roared, and the things in his hand gradually produced mysterious power, turning into a bridge or an amplification device, recklessly swallowing the vital energy of heaven and earth, greatly enhancing his influence and utilization of the vital energy of heaven and earth. His own true energy was also greatly blessed without worrying about backlash.

For a moment, he felt like he could control the world and tear the earth apart with just one blow.

The sudden increase in strength made Zhuo Mufeng's original self-shaming disappear without a trace, and became extremely confident. This kind of power is endless, powerful and domineering, so what can the other party resist?

With a whirlwind, Zhuo Mufeng's body flashed. After disappearing on the spot, it aroused a whirlwind, rolled up the fragrant grass under his feet, and quickly approached Longcheng with an extremely fast body technique. Several afterimages were left between the two, and the wet land was trampled out of conspicuous pits and splashed with soil and turf.

At some point, a blazing golden air floated above the chubby body, like boiling boiling water, trembling violently, with golden mist shrouded, and pointed to Longcheng's forehead with an extremely fierce murderous intent.

This is called the wind sweeping the plum blossoms in the clang technique. The trick is very exquisite. The palm holding the clang is rubbing the phoenix wings and the body of the clang wings in a very short time, causing the earth-level divine weapon to rotate rapidly in its original place. The golden light condensed by the tip gun blade generates an extremely sharp and domineering poking force and drilling force under the rotation.

What's even more terrifying is that the phoenix wings itself also burst out with a force of involvement, which was triggered by the divine weapon itself and used to suppress the Dragon City.

In an instant, a killer move came, and the strong wind stormed, pulling the dragon city like undercurrents at the bottom of the sea, surging, and there was a sign of unstable standing in the body, not to mention the straight wind sweeping the plum blossoms.

Seeing this scene, many young warriors with insufficient eyes couldn't help but exclaim. Some girls who admired the heroes of Longcheng were trembling with their delicate bodies, covering their eyes, and couldn't bear to see the scene of the blood spilling in Longcheng.

Longcheng seemed to be frightened, his feet were in chaos, his body was tilted, as if he was drunk, but it contained a wonderful method that greatly reduced the involvement of the magic weapon, broke the mental suppression, and avoided the sharp edge by a slight difference.

Not only that, Longcheng avoided the wind and swept the plum blossoms, and the wind rose from his feet, and the tips of his feet turned into objects like iron cones, kicking towards Zhuo Mufeng wildly.

Huhuhuhuhu, for a moment, the legs flew and turned into transparent conical force, hitting Zhuo Mufeng's heart, limbs, forehead, etc.

Zhuo Mufeng didn't care. He held the earth-level magic weapon and had already climbed to another level. The phoenix wings circled and turned around, and a simple sweep of transparent forces was the golden light that increased greatly, eliminating it.

At some point, Longcheng had already landed where Zhuo Mufeng was before, and his smile disappeared, and he became more solemn.

In a simple fight, the two of them had intertwined their bodies, which was considered to have changed positions.

Although there was no distinction between high and low, Zhuo Mufeng was ahead in terms of momentum.

The atmosphere became tense again.

"What a powerful earth-level magic weapon. Zhuo Mufeng has wind wings in his hand. His true energy is endless. His power increases sharply when he takes action. I'm afraid there are still some fighting in this battle."

Wei Gang looked at all the process of the two fighting and couldn't help but praise him. If it weren't for the infinite power of this phoenix wing, it wouldn't be so easy to resolve the counterattack of Longcheng's legs.

Meng Zhao nodded, to be honest, it is true. The earth-level divine weapon contains vast primordial energy and can connect to the world and increase the combat power of the soldiers. It is really a bit naughty.

However, it is not necessarily necessary to easily assert that Zhuo Mufeng will win, because Longcheng has shown amazing martial arts level just now. Whether it is rich coping experience or exquisite martial arts, it is not comparable to ordinary innate things.

"Hey, I think this kid in Longcheng has a great chance of winning. Could it be that you have forgotten that he has another trick of the Qinglong in his sleeve, which must be a trick that aims at the weakness of the flaws and killer moves.

Although Zhuo Mufeng has earth-level magic weapons in his hands, his martial arts are not trivial and there are still many shortcomings.

If he reveals his weakness and flaws and is discovered by Longcheng, the green dragon in his sleeve may even cut off the phoenix wings."

This is what Li Li said. His martial arts are profound, his cultivation is extremely high, and his eyesight is naturally good. In just a short fight, he has already seen the way for the two to win.

Zhuo Mufeng's advantage lies in his magical weapon. His true energy is almost infinite. He takes the path of overwhelming people with strength. It is best to strike hard and attack hard. In the shortest time, the strongest damage will be exploded to lay the final victory.

Otherwise, if Longcheng would find out his own flaws after delaying for a long time, he would probably only be a moment of victory or defeat.

Sure enough, although Zhuo Mufeng is not a rare talent in the world, he is at least a good talent in a county. He knows that his talent and martial arts are not as good as Longcheng, and he must give full play to his own advantages.

Therefore, when making another move, it is all a trick that consumes a lot, is powerful, and has a big opening and closing move.

Regardless of the consumption of true energy, the Feng Feidang seemed to have lived, turning into a fire phoenix with golden flames burning all over his body, flapping his wings, chasing the figure of Longcheng.

As we pass along, we either turn into a sharp blade, and the sharp air light cuts across, or the wind mouth spits out golden flowers, emitting explosive scorching power, sprinkling all directions.

Through large-scale attacks, we try our best to compress the space for maneuvering and dodging in Dragon City.
Chapter completed!