In an instant, we saw a afterimage like a flying rainbow flashing.

The next moment, three rays of rays of light like flying rainbow fell from the sky.

The three rays of rays of light were actually three sword shadows. Because they were too fast, they gave people a visual error.

The speed was too fast, and it felt like it had reached its peak.

Moreover, three flying rainbows pointed directly at the evil ghost and left crazy.

The evil ghost was roaring wildly, and the black aura burst out all over his body. The evil aura vine monsters twenty meters away felt fear.

He raised his claws and met directly...

"It appears..."

"The Three Swords of Feihong from the Sect..."

"Is the winner a victory or defeat?"

“…”

Everyone held their breath and wanted to see the results...

"Clang!"

Feihong and the evil ghost crazy landed at the same time. Feihong still held the white leaf sword in his hand and knelt on one knee.

On the other side, the evil ghost madman turned his back to Feihong's real person and stood there.

Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Even Zhang Zitao and Gui Sanyuan at the far end of the high platform frowned and stretched their necks.

Everyone wants to see who won the final showdown.

Suddenly, Feihong, who was kneeling on one knee, vomited blood.

Seeing this, the Wudang disciples all felt a "knock" in their hearts.

"Master, is the master injured?"

"Master, has the Master defeated?"

"The unstoppable demon-suppressing swordsmanship has been defeated?"

"No, no?"

“…”

Everyone asked questions and was worried about Feihong.

But here are far apart, and there are countless thorn vine monsters attacking the outside, so we can't get close to it at all.

Even the old Taoist Wudang not far away showed a solemn look and shouted hoarsely at Feihong Zhenren:

"Xiao'er..."
Chapter completed!