(Cat flutter Chinese) Huoyun Zhan Ge streaked through the air, full of red light, like a rich remnant of the sky, red as if dripping blood, even a whole piece of the sky is red, not afraid of the majesty of the emperor issued by Zifan Zhenren, still arrogant like a fire dragon rushing towards the back of his head.

Zifan Zhenren didn't look back, he was afraid that Feng Yichen would sneak attack him at this time, although Feng Yichen's sneak attack was not enough to fear, but it was still as powerful as the attack power of the Saint Monarch level, no matter how much Zifan Zhenren didn't dare to despise Feng Yichen so much, the opponent was also a god emperor body, if he really held it up, in case Feng Yichen had any secret method, he would really capsize in the gutter, and he would not be far from burping.

As a first-class powerhouse who has existed for more than tens of thousands of years, Zifan Zhenren will not be so conceited even if he is so conceited. Moreover, Xiu Wei Rusi has already seen and listened to all directions, and Shen Nian will take into account the actions of everyone around him, and his rich experience will play a key role at this time to help him make the most correct judgment.

At this time, although Zifan Zhenren did not look back, he also felt the threat from Huoyun Zhange. Although this Huoyun Zhan Ge does not have a weapon spirit, but it surpasses the existence of ordinary instrument spirits, and it is obviously a characteristic that only a spirit weapon at or above the god level is possible, is it possible, there are also people in this group of little guys who have such a magic weapon? Who is it? His own emperor majesty is even in awe of the tiger claws conjured up by the beetle snake and the divine beast, and it is impossible to lose his power in the face of this Huoyun Zhan Ge.

However, due to Feng Yichen's restraint, Zifan Zhenren never looked back. At the same time, Feng Yichen also saw Zifan Zhenren's hesitation, his hands pinched in front of his chest, and the bricks and Fang Tianlong's halberd rose violently, rushing towards Zifan Zhenren's heart with Feng Yichen's immortal anger.

Zifan Zhenren had already expected that Feng Yichen would make a move at this time, the golden body of Sanzhang was golden in the air, and the golden aura turned into golden light from the inside out, dazzling at the same time, Zifan Zhenren had one hand on his chest, his thumb was on his middle finger and index finger, and his mouth was vibrating, and a string of runes came out of his mouth, making a fluttering sound, and rushed towards the brick and Fang Tianlong halberd.

Under the clanging sound, the brick and Fang Tian Dragon Halberd were shocked and flew out, but Feng Yichen randomly clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and the brick and Fang Tian Dragon Halberd returned to his body and were sacrificed out by Feng Yichen again.

At the same time, Huoyun Zhan Ge had already attacked the back of Zifan Zhenren's head, with the sound of whirring wind, with a long red tail, sweeping directly behind Zifan Zhenren!

Zifan Zhenren didn't dare to hold it up, and the right palm that was originally slapped forward was retracted, and a purple aura flew out along his fingertips and flew towards the fire cloud Zhan Ge.

Just when Zifan Zhenren thought that his blow would knock Huoyun Zhan Ge away, an unexpected scene happened. I saw that under the collision of purple aura and fire cloud warfare, sparks splashed in all directions, and the roar that shook the ears came and went, echoing in everyone's ears, as if a huge bronze bell was ringing, and the buzzing echo echoed in the ears, and the sound waves flew out in circles, and some trees on the side were directly shaken into slag!

However, after all, Zifan Zhenren was a first-class powerhouse at the emperor level, and his cultivation surpassed Jiang Huaqing by much, and Huoyun Zhan Ge didn't hold on for a breath before he was shocked away by that purple aura.

At this time, Feng Yichen's bricks and Fang Tianlong halberd also attacked closely, but Zifan Zhenren was furious, turned around, flew up with two feet, and kicked the brick and Fang Tianlong halberd away.

As if under the influence and encouragement of Feng Yichen and Jiang Huaqing, Jiang Hualie's white tiger claws transformed by the beetle snake and the tiger spirit suddenly increased their battle intent, and their speed increased more than doubled, and they rushed straight towards Zifan Zhenren. At the same time, Zhang Bairen and Wu Di Xingtian, who had been repelled earlier, also rejoined the battle circle, and after the beetle snake and tiger claws, they sacrificed magic weapons one after another to hit Zifan Zhenren.

Zifan Zhenren shouted, he didn't expect this group of boys to be so difficult to deal with, and he couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart. His body had already fallen to the ground, and the golden light on Sanzhang Jin's body began to restrain himself, and then he clasped his hands together, and the golden light faded in an instant, replaced by a soft purple aura.

The purple smell looked like the smoke of cooking in the courtyard of a farmhouse in the evening in the mountains, so ethereal, so hypocritical, and like the gurgling streams in the mountains and valleys, so soft. It's like a woman's gentle waist, such smooth skin, as soft as boneless.

However, if you really think that such a purple aura is so gentle and insinate, it is really a big mistake. Because this purple breath is the breath of the emperor level, the exclusive breath, and it is not the breath that ordinary ** people can have. Emperor Zun, in the Ancient Continent, it is definitely an existence that can sweep through a small holy land, such an existence, if he blows casually, countless people will fall down and never get up again.

At this moment, Zifan Zhenren has this kind of breath. The purple breath slowly emerged from Zifan Zhenren's body, from the heel to the head, wrapping Zifan Zhenren perfectly, like a cocoon woven by purple breath, so perfect and so solid.

Although it seems that the purple aura condenses very slowly, but in fact it is extremely fast, at this time, Feng Yichen and they are also doubting their eyes, why is it still golden breath just now, and it has become a faint purple in the blink of an eye, and the whole body is defended, this speed is too much, too difficult to accept!

Seeing Zifan Zhenren, who seemed to have become a purple silkworm cocoon, Feng Yichen and Jiang Huaqing glanced at each other, and in the dark, a picture of very bad clothes appeared in their minds, and the Zifan Zhenren in front of them seemed to have become a three-zhang sized Demon God Tianzun. They subconsciously sacrificed a spiritual weapon to attack Zifan Zhenren, and they knew that Zhang Bairen alone would definitely not be able to withstand the blow that Zifan Zhenren received.

Since he couldn't bear this blow, and there was no possibility of dodging, he simply took the lead and kept shooting, and didn't give Zifan Zhenren, who was the emperor's cultivator, a chance to make a move.

Zifan Zhenren also thought so in his heart. He knew that it was impossible for him to kill Feng Yichen and them with blind passive defense, at least it was impossible to kill them in a short period of time, since this was the case, then he had to make a move to have the possibility of killing them, as for the magic weapon of these small fish and shrimp, Zifan Zhenren didn't have time to think about this.

As soon as the purple aura filled his body, his hands pinched in front of him, and several purple breaths condensed into entities, flying directly towards the magic weapon that attacked him.

The beetle snake was the first to be hit by the purple breath, although it was an instrument spirit and belonged to the soul body, but the beetle snake that had already come out had a flesh-like shape, just like the Red Flame Demon Dragon that was on par with the purple snake at the moment. However, the beetle snake was not the Red Flame Demon Dragon after all, and as soon as he took a look, he was directly killed by the purple breath and fell to the ground, the huge pain made him twist his body in pain, his tail raised high, and he kept slapping the ground, and the ground was dusty in an instant. And Jiang Hualie, the owner of the beetle snake sword, was even more spitting blood by this power.

The state of the tiger spirit is not much better, the white tiger claw is his divine thought, the first time he used this trick, not to mention that he is not familiar with it, and he does not know the size of the power, but the tiger spirit's move really did not hurt Zifan Zhenren, and he was swept away by this purple breath, and his body flew out sideways, smashing a large stone a foot high, and the bones on his body did not know how many pieces were broken!

Although Wu Di was far away, his invisibility cloak forgot to put it on, and when he wanted to pull it out and put it on, Zifan Zhenren's purple aura had already rushed over, just like a **thick purple spirit snake, and his tail directly rolled up Wu Di, just when Wu Di was almost suffocated, the purple aura suddenly threw Wu Di high, smashing a big tree and smashing the earth out of a big hole!

What surprised Zifan Zhenren a little was Zhang Bairen, the three copper coins were obviously stronger in combat than when they were shot away by themselves before, but it was only less than half an hour later, how could it be like this? Could it be that these three copper coins are also spiritual weapons above the god level, or are these three copper coins the heavenly eyes of the god operator Chinese?