I lived two hundred years

Chapter 661 White Light Ball
The Dragon Slayer Sword Emperor spoke again, the sword intent shook the sky, and the whole world suddenly became quiet.

"Supreme Truth: Don't Gather People, Don't Detach!"

In an instant, Jietian Sword Intent dimmed, losing all possibility of progress.

Although the supreme truth established by the Dragon Slayer Sword Emperor cannot last long, let alone change the essence of Jietian Divine Sword, this gap is enough to do too many things.

Feilong was slashed by the Juelong Sword and disappeared into the vast world.

Juelongjian and Jietianshenjian failed to decide the winner, but the master of the sword did compete.

The Dragon Slayer Sword Emperor who is at the peak of Hedao is not comparable to Feilong who barely breaks the void.

The practitioners who watched the battle took action one after another.

Some went to the Dragon Valley to congratulate the birth of the Excalibur.

Some searched around, trying to find Feron who had been beheaded.

A peerless divine sword, a seriously injured sword master.

The attraction of this cannot be expressed clearly in a few words.

Even in Suojian Peak, which is under the Fei family's command again, many people have thought about it.

Before Freelong had an accident, Shen Lang found him before driving away someone.

At this time, he was healing his wounds in the ground spring.

The sword of Dragon Slayer Sword Emperor caused great damage to him, directly knocking him from Poxu to Zhudan.

Even Jietian Shenjian seems to have fallen into silence, without the agility of the past.

"Your current situation is not very good. Come hide with me in Xingchen Cave."

Shen Lang spoke with concern, but Feilong's attention was elsewhere.

"How many qualifications do you have now?"

"Three." Shen Lang didn't hide anything, "Huang Tiandi, Shrek, and Dragon Slayer Sword Emperor."

"Please leave one for me. I will definitely improve to that level."

Feilong clenched the Tianshen Sword tightly and looked at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang shook his head and said: "I've been waiting for you, but I won't wait for you specifically. If you can't satisfy me before I find the sixth person, you will be out."

"I will definitely do it."

Feilong lifted the Heaven-cutting Sword, jumped out of the ground spring, and walked towards the west.

"where are you going?"

"Clean up the trash."

"You haven't healed yet."

"Enough is enough. Fighting is the practice of swordsmanship."

"The one in front of me is just a little guy, the ones behind are the big bosses."

"Whoever comes? It will be the soul of my sword."

Fei Long clapped his hand to cut the Heavenly Sword, full of confidence.

"In that case, why don't you do me a favor by the way."

As Shen Lang said, he took out a white lotus and handed it to Feilong.

"Take all your defeated generals here."

"What are you going to do?"

Holding the white lotus in his hand, Ferron sensed that there was a small world behind it, so he couldn't help asking curiously.

"I need someone to help me find the way. It's just that the future is uncertain, so it's not easy to let people take risks. These people should have been killed or injured by you, but they were saved by me. It's only natural to do something small for me."

Shen Lang sighed.

"Unfortunately, I have become famous recently, and no one dares to provoke me anymore. Otherwise, I don't need to bother you."

"Hands up."

Ferron looked at the white lotus in his hand.

He is very interested in the small world connected behind it.

Even Shen Lang didn't dare to investigate it himself, it must be very difficult.

"That guy is coming. Be merciful and don't make him miserable."

Shen Lang expressed his concern for the future coolies, turned and left.

He is now so famous that he is not under Huanyu's sword.

If that person saw Shen Lang, he probably wouldn't dare to fight Feilong, and would just turn around and leave.

Of course Shen Lang would not let this kind of thing happen.

In the endless void, a ball of white light the size of a basketball floats and sinks in the darkness, emitting a mysterious white light.

The fate observer narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, trying to see clearly the events in the light sphere, but only saw a vast expanse of whiteness.

This is very unusual.

The eyes of the fate observer are no longer looking at the appearance of food, but the essence of its fate.

With her control over Wu Zhi Dao, it really didn't make her totally blind to the existence of fate.

As strong as the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven, fate observers can also see some clues.

Here, she found nothing, only a vast expanse of whiteness.

"what do you think?"

At this time, Shen Lang walked out from the side void and stood beside the Fate Observer.

"Yes, that's it. The thing I've been looking for is here."

"Are you sure you can suppress it?"

Shen Lang looked at the small world in front of him.

As his gaze concentrated, two big holes were broken in the white light ball, showing a vast picture scroll surrounded by high sky, wide sea and mountains.

In this picture scroll, a figure is speeding fast.

Behind him, a thundercloud emerged and followed closely.

"Don't chase me anymore. I have no grievances with you, why don't you let me go?"

Nangong Pengfei gritted his teeth and looked at the thundercloud behind him.

He originally wanted to take advantage of Feilong's serious injury and snatch the Tianshen Sword from him.

Unexpectedly, Feilong was injured, but his strength was still strong, and he was far from being able to match him.

In just two or three moves, he was defeated by Ferron and exiled to this time and space.

At the beginning, he didn't pay attention to this piece of time and space. He only waited for his mana to recover before breaking through the void and returning to the real world.

Unexpectedly, this thundercloud suddenly entangled him.

He thought it was an ordinary natural phenomenon, and he could break it up with a few spells.

Unexpectedly, this thundercloud is a strange conceptual life, similar to an innate god, and the thundercloud is just its appearance.

He broke up the thunder clouds one after another, not only failed to repel them, but aroused the interest of dealing with them, and pursued them closely.

The actual damage of the thunder cloud was actually not that big, but the essence of the other party was similar to thunder and sky, which was endless, while Nangong Pengfei's magic power had an end.

If he continued to entangle with this thundercloud, Nangong Pengfei might run out of mana and be hacked to death.

How can he not run?

"Don't run. Let's play together. You have smashed my body so many times, let me smash your body a few times."

A thought came out of the thunder cloud and entered Nangong Pengfei, almost making him vomit blood with anger.

Brother, that thundercloud is not your body at all, this physical body is my body.

I'm not a Shatterer, I can come back from the dead.

His physical body was destroyed, and it was impossible for him to win in this small, desolate world.

"I don't want to play with you. Go away."

Nangong Pengfei spoke Chinese, but Lei Yunsheng seemed to be able to understand it, and said with a smile, "I don't want it. I won't leave until I destroy your body a few times."

While speaking, thunderbolts shot out from the thunder cloud and caught up with Nangong Pengfei.

Nangong Pengfei turned around in a hurry and used his special skill of maneuvering and dodging to avoid several thunderbolts.

When he dodged, his speed immediately slowed down.

Lei Yun took the opportunity to increase his speed and spread out in all directions, forming a siege.

"Damn!"

Seeing this, Nangong Pengfei cursed secretly, bit the tip of his tongue hastily, and spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

Immediately, a streak of blood was like a rainbow, instantly piercing through the blockade of thunderclouds, and heading towards the horizon.

(End of this chapter)