However, now facing the old man in black robe, Chen Feng could not allow himself to inquire about Ruan Yun's practice of the Sky Art.

After experiencing the second floor of the Ancient Classic Pavilion, if possible, Chen Feng really didn't want to fight the old man in black robe who was dark in the middle of the Jindan period.

From the perspective of the level alone, Qiao Xueqing and Tu Dasheng, who have the late stage of Tongxuan cultivation, are not too far away from the golden elixir cultivation of the old man in the black robe, but the terrifying momentum caused by the cracks caused by the skull skull is really scary.

"Do you know you're scared? I might be able to spare you all the time." Just as the big crack in the sky was attached to the surface of Sanling Peak's body, the gloomy smile of the old man in black robe seemed to be giving Chen Feng and others an ultimatum.

"Damn it, I have always been stolen from others. You, an old guy who is not human or ghost, dares to make a decision on me. I think you are really twisted." Chen Feng was angry and wiped out a bead with black light texture from the micro-sculpted ring.

"Buzz~~~"

Seeing the sword beads taken out by Chen Feng, a ray of bright and consistent sunflower texture appeared, as if the sunflower petals surrounded by ancient sword patterns were swirling around his body, many people were surprised.

The petals of the petals are singing with sword patterns, revealing a sharp sound, and the light left by the silk threads in the space has never disappeared for a long time.

"This is the heart of the deserted wood..."

Ruan Yun was quite knowledgeable and said in her heart that she was secretly shocked.

"It's coming!"

Chen Feng held his eyes in his left hand tightly, and his heavy black sword beads that looked like wood and stone, reminding Qiao Xueqing.

Seeing that Chen Feng was holding his big hand tightly, the sword bead gradually turned into a black long sword, and even lit up Cangbi City, Qiao Xueqing nodded calmly: "Jinghongyoulong Sword."

An ancient sword with a scabbard was turned into a little sword light when Qiao Xueqing made seals with both hands and opened the storage space.

Although Ruan Yun first saw Chen Feng's sword beads cast from the heart of the dry wood, she was not too unfamiliar with Qiao Xueqing's ancient sword laying flat on her arm.

When Chen Feng and his small group fought a life-and-death battle with the disciples of the six major sects at Pilgrimage Peak, this ancient sword with a sword sheath, and the Sanling Peak thrown by Chen Meng were the spoils he obtained after he killed the Wanjian Sect and the disciples of the Xuankong Mountain.

Ruan Yun has always thought that these two powerful treasures were on Chen Feng, but she did not expect that they were sent out by him early.

"Swish~~~"

Before the ancient sword could be unsheathed, thousands of circulating sword rhymes were already spreading in the air through the sword sheath, reflecting the looming sunflower sword patterns.

"Clang~~~"

As Qiao Xueqing held the hilt of the sword in her right hand, she slowly pulled out the ancient sword from the scabbard one by one. The thousands of sword energy and clouds spread suddenly restrained towards the ancient sword amid the buzzing sword roar.

In the crystal clear sword light, sword waves like dragons gushed out with the ancient swords unsheathed, and even turned into rows of thousands of sword waves spreading into a world.
Chapter completed!