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When the aftermath of the waves on the top of the mountain dissipated, the Qingmu Xuanding fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The ancient sword fell into Li Feng's hands, and he finally couldn't help coughing up blood.

His already pale face looked even paler due to excessive consumption.

After wiping the red from the corners of his mouth, Li Feng moved his cool, thin lips.

"Oh, a monster from another world, nothing special."

The Mohist priests were speechless. Their pale faces were filled with horror and their voices trembled as they spoke.

"How is that possible? Where is Wang...Wang Xiaoke?"

Several eyes were cast towards the crack in the mountain, expecting the young man to reappear.

But after a long time, there was no sign of anyone.

"Friend Wang, have you lost?"

As powerful as a peerless evildoer, he swept through the divine court and defeated four powerful veterans single-handedly.

Facing the power of the ancient world, they were suppressed forcefully?

They knew they were no match for Wang Xiaoke, so how could they resist these outsiders?

"Alas, it seems that the Liuxue Sect is not to be provoked."

"One elder can suppress the world, what style does the sect leader have?"

The monks on the field secretly thought it was a pity and pondered it silently in their hearts.

Should he surrender or fight to the death?

Nie Wentian sighed: "That guy has already been defeated, what can we use to save Master Feng?"

"Unless Patriarch Mo comes back, maybe he can fight back."

The second Mohist priest shook his head: "The ancestors are in the ancient world."

"If you want to come back, you must be led by Wang Xiaoke..."

Nie Wentian's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but complain.

"That kid knew he was going to fight, so why didn't he ask the ancestor for help?"

"Is he too confident, or did he not expect it at all?"

The worshippers looked at each other in confusion; they had no idea what Xiao Ke was thinking.

"You call yourself a monster, but you still lost to the Fifth Elder?"

"Yes, Elder Li's swordsmanship is very advanced, and it can be regarded as a great help to broaden the horizons of these natives."

On the dragon head, the people of Liuxue Sect sneered repeatedly, full of mockery.

Linghu Xian looked towards the crack, his pupils tinged with pink.

"How strange! How could the aura disappear out of thin air?"

She thought Wang Xiaoke had a trump card, so she didn't stop him just now. She wanted Li Feng to seriously injure him so that she could force him back to the sect.

How did one cultivate to achieve Nascent Soul at the age of 20?

Especially his attainments in swordsmanship, how did you come to understand it?

Wang Xiaoke gave her the feeling of a vast ocean, unfathomable.

If he didn't have a stunning inheritance, even Linghu Immortal wouldn't believe it even if you kill him!

It is said that he is a junior of the Wang family, but with such a terrifying background, how could it be possessed by the so-called mortal family in this broken world?

Or could it be that Wang Xiaoke's background alone is comparable to that of the holy land's inheritance?

It’s outrageous to think about.

When Linghu Xian's spiritual consciousness was searching, subtle fluctuations were heard in the void.

Li Feng's face changed, and a strong sense of crisis swept over his body.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his body was unable to move.

"The power of rules?"

Li Feng had a horrified expression on his face. He looked up at a small milky white seal. Its surface was filled with spiritual charm and was extremely mysterious.

"Where did the innate spiritual treasure come from?"

Roar!

With a dragon roar, a dragon shadow appeared in the sky, its eyes fixed on Li Feng.

Another phoenix cry shook the sky, and the clouds were dyed a fiery red.

"Dragon and Phoenix Sword Art, Nine Skies and Blue Sky."

Someone whispered, and the two divine beasts turned into streams of light, falling from the sky, carrying endless sword energy and heading straight for Li Feng.

"That boy is really cheating!" Linghu Xian cursed inwardly.

He threw the formation plate out and protected Li Feng in front of him.

boom!

With a loud bang, the formation plate shattered instantly, a storm of sword energy filled the sky, and the ground sank dozens of inches.

The sudden change shocked all the strong men again.

Mo Qiaoer grinned and tugged at Luo Yun's sleeve.

"Master, look, Fellow Daoist Wang is fine!"