Chapter 1109: Burial God Fist!

Fighting with the heavens and the earth is endless, this is what a certain big man said, but the cultivators of the human realm challenge the immortal gods of the divine realm......

Lao Qingniu and King Ying Long pinched Yan Fei's sweat together.

Especially at this moment, the white-robed old man was able to dissolve Yan Fei's two sword qi so easily, which was enough to show that the strength of the white-robed old man must have surpassed the strength that the human world could fight.

The two couldn't help but peek at Yan Fei, what they didn't understand was that Yan Fei's face was still very flat.

Enough!

Yan Fei has always been strong when he is strong, but he didn't expect that the old man in the white robe really has some strength, it seems that in the Divine Domain, he is not the lowest level of immortals, perhaps, he is the master of the lowest level of immortals.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Swinging the sword finger again, there were three more sword qi.

The three swords shot out together, and these three sword qi contained the aura of Xuanhuang, and when they flew out, they were three silver rays.

The sword qi was released, and Yan Fei held the Evil Divine Sword in his hand, and followed closely.

It is the same sword qi, the strength is different, Fang Cai's two sword qi only has fifty percent of Yan Fei's strength, and the old man in the white robe is naturally easy to dissolve.

Now these three sword qi contain eighty percent of Yan Fei's combat power.

Three sword qi were sent out almost at the same time, shooting towards the white-robed old man's head, chest, and lower body respectively.

The two sword qi that Yan Fei emitted for the first time were actually more than just a temptation.

After the white-robed old man dissolved the two sword qi, he secretly laughed in his heart Yan Fei was a bit of a grasshopper shaking the tree, and the meaning of using the mantis arm as a car, as an immortal god of the divine domain, he originally had a little contempt for Yan Fei in his heart, and as soon as he made a move, Yan Fei's sword qi power was really not very good, which made him relax his vigilance even more.

Right now, Yan Fei sent out three more sword qis.

The white-robed old man smiled faintly, and then waved the dust again.

Where the dust passed, a strong qi shield was formed in front of him, and three sword qi containing the power of Xuan Frost directly slammed into it.

Boom, boom!

Three loud bangs erupted, almost overlapping.

However, this time, the white-robed old man couldn't help but change his face slightly.

The sword qi burst out, and some of it actually passed through the wall of strength qi laid by him, or in other words, the wall of strength laid by the white-robed old man could not completely resist Yan Fei's three sword qi at all.

Suddenly, the white-robed old man actually felt a little cold, which was a sign of the invasion of the cold air.

The white-robed old man suffered a small loss.

This made him extremely angry and extremely annoyed.

It stands to reason that even if the three sword qi had Yan Fei's seventy percent combat power, it would not make him a dignified immortal suffer.

He was obviously calculated by Yan Fei.

The immortal qi in the white-robed old man's body suddenly forced out the cold qi that entered his body.

Just as he was about to make a move, a strong killing force struck.

At this moment, the white-robed old man's eyes were full of white frost qi, and the power of the sword qi explosion was very mixed.

Faintly, the white-robed old man saw a little red light from the white ice qi.

At the same time, his immortal soul also locked the source of the murderous aura.

It's so murderous.

Secretly said in his heart that it was not good, the white-robed old man waved the dust in his hand, his dust whisk is nothing in the divine domain, but the worst treasure in the divine domain is not comparable to the artifact in the human world.

Three thousand dust filaments, each of which is extremely strong, and only one is needed to break the thick steel of the arm.

Laugh at!

Yan Fei's Demonic Divine Sword, under the cover of the ice mist, stabbed out with a sword, heading straight for the chest of the white-robed old man.

The white-robed old man was clearly aware of the imminent threat.

Just when the blade was still more than a foot away from his chest, the three thousand dust silk slammed into the Stygian Sword.

Smack.

The Stygian Excalibur was forced to be struck at a great angle by the three thousand dust wives.

At the moment when the three thousand dust silk slashed into the Stygian Divine Sword, Yan Fei felt an inexplicable huge force coming from his hand, you must know that the Stygian Divine Sword and Yan Fei had already fused into one, and Yan Fei felt that he had been violently impacted by the dust silk like this.

This feels really uncomfortable, but Yan Fei has only one word in his heart, cool!

Enough strength.

Immortals are indeed extraordinary, even if they are just an ordinary immortal in the Divine Domain.

The white-robed old man was also shocked.

Due to the small loss he had suffered before, the old man in the white robe had increased his vigilance against Yan Fei a lot, so this time, he used a lot of strength.

Unexpectedly, it just made the sword in Yan Fei's hand deviate from an angle.

According to the usual situation, if you are hit by your own dust, the treasure of the human world should immediately collapse.

Hitting the sword in Yan Fei's hand, the white-robed old man found that the murderous aura was still there, and instead of weakening, the dangerous aura seemed to be a little stronger.

Buzzing!

There was a sound of wind in my ears, and faintly, it seemed to be accompanied by the sound of a dragon.

The white-robed old man flashed his eyes, Yan Fei had already come closer, and his sword was still in his hand, but at this moment, it was not the blood-colored long sword that attacked him, but a fist.

Burial God Arm, Yan Fei is not the first time to use it, this time it is just right to use.

The white-robed old man found that Yan Fei struck at his fist, wrapped in a faint colorful light.

The power of the gods.

For some reason, the white-robed old man even felt that a breath of death was approaching at this moment.

I had to be shocked in my heart, as an immortal, the white-robed old man never seemed to have thought that he would have this feeling in the human world.

You must know that when you are in the Divine Domain, as the most ordinary immortal, it is difficult for the white-robed old man to have any chance to show his majesty.

Therefore, the nether realm and the human realm are what he dreams of, here, he can show his strength without scruples, and he can also be worshiped and envied by hundreds of millions of living beings.

He had never seen that in this human world, as an immortal, there could still be danger?

Right now, that feeling is real.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, Yan Fei was directly punched after a sword, and the connection was extremely fast.

The white-robed old man's dust had just swung over, and the fist was already close at hand, and the white-robed old man could only use the immortal qi in the collective and hit a hard fight against Yan Fei's funeral fist.

Rumble!

This loud bang was louder than the sound of the three sword qi bursting just now.

Click!

With this loud bang, there seemed to be a sound of bone cracking, followed by a scream.

Ying Longwang and Lao Qingniu were shocked, what they were most worried about was that Yan Fei would suffer, and in their hearts, they still inevitably thought that Yan Fei had a greater chance of suffering, and suddenly heard a loud noise, and there was a scream, they naturally thought that it was very likely that Yan Fei suffered a loss.

For a while, Yan Fei and Ying Longwang all looked at Yan Fei.

Yan Fei was indeed a little embarrassed, and was shocked by the white-robed old man's palm, and retreated more than three feet.

But after King Ying and Lao Qingniu were slightly stunned, they suddenly looked at the white-robed old man, because they could tell that the scream was not Yan Fei's.