"Take it seriously?" Dong Ling first showed a look of surprise.

"Of course, take it seriously." Zhu Riming replied.

"This is really great, hahaha..." Dong Ling laughed loudly, his rough voice buzzing all over the world.

Dust rustled down the city wall.

"Dong Lingxian! But did you kill my son?" Lu Chuanfeng suddenly spoke.

“That’s right.”

"Since that's the case, then you will die."

"Let's go!" Zhu Riming stopped the two of them.

"Go outside the city to find a decisive battle, don't destroy Yongsha City here."

The huge wind tornado rose into the sky again.

A group of people came to the desert.

Zhu Riming and Phoenix Sword Master were suspended in the sky, while the other monks were suspended behind two monks in the God Transformation Stage.

Dong Ling, shirtless with a thick upper body and a large black shorts around his waist, stood first on a sand dune. In contrast to him was a young man in white. He stood on another sand dune with a scimitar in his arms.

"Start fight, don't waste time." Zhu Riming ordered.

However, neither Dong Lingxian nor Lu Chuanfeng took action. They seemed to have not heard Zhu Riming's orders, and still stood on the sand dunes, confronting each other from afar.

So boring...

Zhu Riming scratched his ears.

Bored, he looked at the Jingtianya sword-holding man Feng Jianzun beside him.

This woman has met twice and looks extraordinary.

Zhu Riming swept his eyes to her chest, his eyes full of admiration.

The breasts are as white as silver, and the jade body is as thick as snow.

This is pure appreciation, without any lewdness.

At this time, the original body Zhu Zishan was still practicing magical powers and magical methods with Shang Girls.

Since Zhu Zishan advanced to the God Transformation Stage, although he has been accumulating for a long time, his cultivation level in the God Transformation Stage has not improved.

But after reaching the underground abyss and participating in the magical method of the businesswoman, his cultivation level of the God-Transforming Stage finally loosened and he began to steadily move towards the mid-stage God-Transforming Stage.

Now that Zhu Zishan's cultivation is important, Mr. Dong Ling's duel is not going to come back, but only let his clone take charge of the overall situation.

At this time, on the black jade bed in the underground abyss, Zhu Zishan rubbed the business girl while sharing the vision with his clone Zhu Riming.

For a moment, I couldn't help but become confused.

How keen is the human sword cultivator.

Zhu Riming's eyes remained on Feng Jianzun for only a second, and she felt it.

In two seconds, she was like a ray of light on her back.

In three seconds, she was furious.

In four seconds, she took action.

A squeak.

Two sword lights only took Zhu Riming's eyes...

clang!

After a crisp sound.

Zhu Zishan, who was thousands of miles away, was slightly stunned.

"What's wrong? Husband?" the business woman asked with concern.

"Uh... nothing, let's continue practicing."

As Feng Jianzun attacked Zhu Riming with a bold move.

Opportunities are brought to light, and murderous intent suddenly appears.

The two people who were about to duel in the desert finally moved.

It was Lu Chuanfeng who took the lead in taking action.

Lu Chuanfeng's scimitar floated over Dong Lingxian's head in an instant.

Dong Ling looked up first, and a huge scimitar hung above his head and stood still.

The fastest sword remained unmoved.

There was a rumbling sound.

A huge explosion resounded throughout the world.

The magic weapon flying sword in the desert scimitar style has returned to Lu Chuanfeng's hands.

The battle is over...

The wind was howling in the desert. This was Lu Chuanfeng using his wind-type magical powers to capture Dong Lingxian's Nascent Soul and destroy his soul.

At this moment.

In the sky.

Zhu Riming's eyes were already penetrated by the sword energy, and silver tears flowed out of his eyes.

Feng Jianzun stepped on his feet and stepped on the void and retreated a thousand meters away.

The silver tears flowed back into Zhu Riming's eyes. He blinked and his eyes recovered intact.

A black wind dragon spurted out from Zhu Riming's nose, and a huge wind tornado swept over Zhu Riming and chased him towards Feng Jian Zun.

Above tens of thousands of meters.

The rolling thunder was emitted, and it was two monks in the God Transformation Stage who fought in the sky.

Above the desert on the ground.

Dong Lingxian's Nascent Soul did not appear, but instead yellow sand flowed. A human-shaped sand dunes bulged up, and the yellow sand retreated. Dong Lingxian, who was ugly and strong, appeared in front of Lu Chuanfeng again intact.

Lu Chuanfeng narrowed his eyes and shook his hands, and the Sword of the Fast attacked again.

There was a rumbling sound.

Sandstorm exploded.

Dong Lingxian was still cut into countless gravels.

But for the next moment.

The yellow sand was surging, and Dong Ling first appeared from the desert.

"It's already invincible!" Zhou Yunlei shouted excitedly.

Dong Lingxian practiced the "Tiansha Sword Art" that he realized was a pure earth system. At this time, he was in the desert, and he understood the art of earth escape with the help of the geographical advantage. As long as he hid in the sand, he was invincible.

Besides, you can't say that he is afraid of fighting, because he keeps creating dolls that are exactly the same as his image.

Why didn’t I expect such a wonderful plan?

This nephew Dong is truly a genius who has been fighting over the top for a long time.

In fact, Zhou Yunlei didn't know that Dong Lingxian did not grow up in the desert to fabricate dolls, but after he practiced into the Tiansha Demon Body, his body could have been sandy. If the body was really hidden in the desert and fabricated dolls with sand and soil to challenge him, how could Lu Chuanfeng's cultivation level be fooled?

As Lu Chuanfeng kept wielding his sword and slashing...

In the desert, yellow sand is flying.

The strong wind blew the yellow sand and flew into the sky, gradually covering Lu Chuanfeng.

Lu Chuanfeng no longer blindly sets his sword.

Originally, Lu Chuanfeng was the leader of the Thirteenth Gang of the Desert. He was so familiar with fighting in the wind and sand.

At this time, Lu Chuanfeng had an extremely familiar feeling of Dong Lingxian's martial arts. He felt that the martial arts of the two were like two branches emitted by the same tree.

Dong Lingxian's martial arts tend toward sand and soil, while his martial arts go further and further on the road of wind.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

A wind tornado suddenly rose in the desert.

This Feng Tornado is not Zhu Riming's Feng Dragon. At this time, Zhu Riming and Feng Jian Zun had already fought thousands of miles away and fled far away from the battlefield.

This wind tornado is Lu Chuanfeng's magical power tornado blade. The sword enters the wind, the wind tornado knife, and the sword is cut into pieces.

The wind blows sand, and the sand fills the sky.

A huge wind and sand battlefield slowly kicked off.

"Everyone retreated!" Bai Yunting, the head of the Nascent Soul monk, yelled loudly.

All the monks watching the battle retreated quickly as if they were hiding from lightning disaster.

In the long wind and sand, there was a wind tornado and a yellow giant sword, rising slowly from the sand. It should be a giant sword composed of sand.

The size of the giant sword is almost the same as the tornado, and it is like a mountain rising from the ground.

The wind is lively and the soil is heavy.

The yellow sand that was cut off by the wind spread out, instantly covering the entire world.

Thousands of miles away.

The black tornado turned into a huge wind dragon. The wind dragon kept biting a female cultivator, but whenever it was about to bite the female cultivator, it turned into a sword thread and left.

No matter how the black wind dragon roars, it will be of no use.

After a moment.

The black wind dragon turns into a tiny little dragon.

He lay back on Zhu Riming.

Zhu Riming waved his hand and said loudly, "I won't fight anymore."

Swish.

Feng Jian Zun showed his body and looked at Zhu Riming with a plain face.

"It is indeed difficult for us, such as the God-Transforming Cultivator, to decide the outcome."

"Go back and see if those two boys decide the outcome." Zhu Riming suggested.

"Okay!" Feng Jianzun agreed immediately.

"Let's go together."

"Forget it, Fellow Daoist Zhu invites you first." Feng Jianzun made a gesture of invitation.
Chapter completed!