Chapter 393 393 Battlefield 5

"As for killing you and your senior sister? What are you talking about? Has anyone taken action against you? With your current strength, who can deal with you and your senior sister joining forces?" Zuo Yunfeng frowned. "Since you are being hunted,

Why don't you come to Dao Mai? Although Zihe Palace is gone now, I am still here, your uncle Zuo. If anything happens, I will support you!"

"I smell it, you have the aura of Chi Xiao." Ku Chan's sword pointed diagonally at the ground.

"You!" Zuo Yunfeng wanted to say something else.

Suddenly, a dark red flame exploded in front of his eyes.

At this moment, all his vision was flooded by the majestic and exaggerated flames.

"Spiritual Method: Blessing to the Gods."

Ku Chan's long sword drew a complex pattern forward with lightning, and this pattern immediately activated the three passive spells arranged on his body.

The three passive spells, which were originally only of ordinary power, were now forcibly pushed up by the breath of the Heavenly Master realm, reaching a new level, and then exploded together.

The raging dark red flames acted on both the spirit and the reality at the same time. In the blink of an eye, with him as the center, it submerged everything within two hundred meters around him, forming a huge circle of dark red flames.

The mountains and forests are burning, the earth is scorched black, the mud and rocks are half-melted, and the temperature has reached thousands of degrees.

The overlapping double flames, virtual and real, were beating violently and roaring. Thick black and red smoke mixed with sparks faintly transformed into a burly human figure with a blurred face and wearing spiked black armor in the sky.

This human figure carries two swords on its back, and there is a black sun behind it that emits dazzling golden light. There are three dark red flame patterns between its eyebrows, which glow red in the black smoke.

There was clearly a black sun behind him, but there was a dazzling golden light around him.

Such a contradictory scene made Zuo Yunfeng's heart beat wildly.

‘That’s the Black Flame Great Sun Killing Evil Heavenly Lord!?’

As one of the Heavenly Lords enshrined by Dao Meridian, as a Heavenly Master, he is naturally very familiar with this.

And when the phantom of the Heavenly Lord appears in a spell, it means that its intensity has surpassed the spiritual realm level and reached a new qualitative change point.

At this time, he had no time to dodge within a hundred meters and was set on fire almost at the same time. He could only stop where he was and release the spell to resist.

And because it was a combination of virtual and real attacks, he not only had to resist mental spells, but also resisted the invasion of reality's thousands of degrees of high temperature.

In his heyday, he would naturally not be afraid of such powerful spells, but now he was seriously injured and had to endure a series of fierce battles, which consumed a huge amount of energy.

His strength was at a loss for a while. Faced with such powerful spells at the level of top heavenly masters, he was completely unable to parry. He could only suffer bitterly, hoping that Ku Chan would be unable to hold on and collapse on his own.

After all, the consumption of spells of this level is also extremely terrifying.

The endless dark red flames were like ocean waves, washing away the black magic shield in front of him.

The color of the black shield is constantly being washed away and faded until it becomes slightly translucent.

"Master Ku Chan's nephew! I really don't know why you are like this! If there is any pain, we can stop together and discuss the solution, instead of dividing life and death as soon as we meet!"

Zuo Yunfeng said loudly.

"." Ku Chan said nothing, and the Chixiao Sword in his hand groaned softly again, standing upright in front of him.

A simple sun-gold pattern lit up on the sword's blade.

"Nephew! Are you really sure that everything was done by Pindao?! Rather than someone deliberately framing the fault?! Think about it carefully, if you and I both lose in a decisive battle, who will benefit more at that time! Pindao and your father

We have always had a good relationship with Yuqin, there is absolutely no need to wait for such a cruel move on you!"

"Even many times, your father Yuqin has been criticized by many Daomen high-level officials for supporting me! Why should I attack Zihe Palace?" Zuo Yunbaorong analyzed sincerely.

"Then why do you have the aura of the Red Sky Sword on your body?" Ku Chan said coldly.

".Stop first, the confrontation in the spiritual realm is too expensive, it is not a good time to talk!" Zuo Yunfeng said sincerely. "Remember, don't do anything that will make your loved ones angry and your enemies happy. We are not enemies. We can even do it.

It is said that when Pindao got the news, he immediately dispatched people to support, but the news he got was..."

He sighed.

"Later, Pindao sent people everywhere to search for your whereabouts, but they couldn't find you. But now, I didn't expect that you are still alive! You have even become stronger!"

He immediately showed a look of relief.

"If your father saw your current achievements, I don't know how happy he would be! He always mentions you in front of me, worried that you will not be able to break through the last step."

These words made Ku Chan hesitate for a moment, and the brightness of the Chixiao Sword in his hand gradually faded away.

He glanced at the mid-air spiritual realm,

"Let's take back the spiritual realm together." Zuo Yunfeng's voice came.

"three."

"two."

"one!"

Ku Chan performs a single-handed seal seal decision.

The spiritual sphere dispersed.

But what made him shrink his gaze was that Zuo Yunfeng's spiritual realm had not dissipated!

It's more than that.

This spiritual realm is even accelerating its expansion.

laugh!!

In an instant, the black spiritual sphere expanded rapidly and swallowed him up instantly.

Buzz!!

There were convex marks bulging violently inside the spirit realm ball, as if something was struggling wildly inside, like a bird trapped in a huge balloon.

Zuo Yunfeng breathed a sigh of relief below and looked at the spiritual sphere with complex eyes.

"Spiritual Technique: Reverse Mirror!"

The seals he made with his hands formed a complex and exquisite oval bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror rotated several times and suddenly flew into the spiritual realm.

Boom!

There was a loud noise. The spirit realm slowly descended and dispersed.

Revealing Ku Chan's body half-kneeling on the ground.

There were clearly visible deep bloody wounds on his waist, back, arms, and even the side of his neck.

puff.

He lowered his head and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

"You" Ku Chan looked at Zuo Yunfeng in disbelief. He had no idea that he was just soft-hearted for a moment and did not pursue the victory, and ended up like this.

"The nephew of the dead Zen. You. It's too dangerous now, and the Shi Bo is to prevent your cultivation temporarily to prevent you from suddenly unable to control yourself and hurt people." Zuo Yunfeng sighed. ""

I hope you can understand, after all, the current Tao is too fragile, we can no longer afford any loss. "

There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

He slowly moved forward and walked to the body of wither.

"You are so serious, and it's hard to run so far for you. Shi Bo still has something to do for the time being. You will stay here first. When I do everything, I will come to help you." Zuo Yunfeng said seriously.

Then, then

call!

Suddenly he hit him with one palm, and hit him hard in the middle of the forehead of the dead meditation.

The huge interest condenses the method of ice -like icing, pouring into the brain of withering.

嘭 !!

A circle of passive wavelets exploded.

The dead Zen hummed, rolled and fell for a few meters, and could not get up for a while.

His nostrils were faintly flowing.

"Goodbye to the nephew" Zuo Yunfeng no longer went to see him, but turned his head to continue looking at the night of the night.

He did not choose to die with withered Zen. In his state at this time, it was enough to play such a result.

The dead meditation has now exceeded the level of the master of the heavenly division. It is simply to create it. The problem is not big, but if it is to kill him completely and forcing his spirit to explode, the death crisis will make the dead Zen's strength further and the outbreak of death.

At that time, it may have to lose money.

So he did not choose to kill the opponent completely, but turned around and left.

Turning around and accelerating, he rushed out of the direction of the night, and soon disappeared in the dense forest shrouded in gray mist.

How far did you run out?

Suddenly he braked a rush, stopped by a black dead tree, and looked forward.

puff.
To be continued...