"Peacock Ling, come back!"

The Holy Son of Baidu was very anxious and wanted to take back the peacock feather.

Otherwise, if it continues, Peacock Feather will be severely damaged even if it is not destroyed.

"The fourth cut!"

Unfortunately, Xiao Changfeng did not stop there.

The Void Flying Sword fell for the fourth time.

In the past, Xiao Changfeng could only perform five swords.

But now it has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

There is plenty of mana in the body.

It is no longer restricted and can be used at any time like an imperial weapon.

when!

The fourth cut fell.

This time, eleven poisonous needles were cut off.

However, Peacock Ling also escaped back into the hands of the Hundred Poison Saint Son.

It's just that a large piece of the iron fan that was re-condensed is missing.

It doesn't look very beautiful.

But this is better than having the peacock feathers destroyed.

Just this way.

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons was completely defeated.

Five Poison Techniques, Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle, Martial Soul Fusion, plus this Peacock Feather.

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons has already used all his methods.

But still could not do anything about Xiao Changfeng.

Instead, he was seriously injured.

Even the peacock feather was cut off by twenty-two poisonous needles.

This battle.

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons lost.

And he lost completely, leaving no room for struggle.

Looking at the embarrassed Saint Son of Hundred Poisons.

Everyone was shocked.

Everyone in Feng Lingbei and the Northern Tang Sect was filled with grief and anger.

No one expected it.

The final result will be like this.

"The fifth cut will end the cause and effect and send you back to the west!"

Xiao Changfeng's eyes brightened, and his spiritual consciousness surged out.

Immediately, the flying sword in the sky burst into light, and slashed out the fifth sword towards the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.

This sword.

It is more powerful than the previous four swords.

The air was directly torn open.

The flying sword in the void was like a bolt of lightning that split the heaven and the earth, heading straight towards the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.

"Lord Holy Son!"

I felt the terror of this sword.

Feng Lingbei and others' expressions changed greatly, and they turned around to enter the Dragon Slaying Platform and save the Hundred Poison Saint Son.

But this time.

Things are changing.

But it was Hong Daoyuan and Tie Rujun's turn to stop them.

In an instant, a battle broke out among the six powerful men in the powerful realm.

The battle fluctuated like a volcano erupting and a tsunami coming.

The spectators all around were shocked.

But they fight.

This makes it impossible for anyone to step into the Dragon Slaying Platform.

And at this time.

The Void Flying Sword has been chopped down.

"I'll fight you!"

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons has a ferocious face, a hundred poisonous spirit bodies, and a poisonous martial spirit that are moving crazily.

The peacock feather in his hand also opened its tail again.

Whoosh!

But this time.

The Void Flying Sword disappeared from the same place.

When he reappeared, he appeared directly in front of the eyebrows of the Hundred Poison Saint Son.

Teleport!

The Void Flying Sword has its own abilities.

Directly avoiding the obstruction of Peacock Ling, he wanted to kill the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons with one sword.

At this moment, everyone felt nervous.

Is the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons about to perish?

"Who hurt my Northern Tang Sect disciple?"

At this moment.

The Dragon-Slaying Platform shook violently, and roared loudly, like the power of heaven.

All I could see were countless subtle patterns on the dragon-slaying platform.

Suddenly lit up.

Then an illusory finger appeared next to the Void Flying Sword.

With a flick of his finger, the Void Flying Sword couldn't bear it.
Chapter completed!