The Ancient Vast Realm

Not only that, on the blade, arcs of electricity flashed, and the sword actually released extremely powerful thunder power, which instantly filled Wu Tiankuang's powerful body. Arcs of different thicknesses continued to jump, destroying its body. Every inch of flesh and blood.

"What a weird soldier, wait, can this be said to be...a vicious soldier!"

Wu Tiankuang's expression changed drastically. He felt that the energy, blood and spirit in his body were being crazily plundered, and he did not dare to hesitate at all.

"Get out of here!"

Wu Tiankuang suppressed the involuntary twitching of his body, and the wings behind him suddenly rose up, and the black feathers were like sharp arrows piercing towards Feng Xuan who was holding a knife behind him.

It's just that although Wu Tiankuang's reaction was extremely fast, it was still too slow. The black feathers shot at the golden shield covering the island in the middle of the lake, creating countless ripples and making the shield shake. It seemed like it was falling. It would collapse in an instant, but this did not hurt Feng Xuan at all.

"Damn it, when did I get cursed!"

Until now, how could Wu Tiankuang not understand that since the battle with Feng Xuan, an invisible force had penetrated into its body, affecting its consciousness and judgment.

This power is not fatal, but it will always disrupt its thinking at critical moments, causing it to subconsciously forget many key points in the battle. This is undoubtedly extremely fatal.

Suddenly, just as Feng Xuan was knocked back, the sword tomb above suddenly came down with pressure, as if it wanted to kill Wu Tiankuang alive.

But despite this, although the sword tomb is solid, it is still a phantom. It is obvious that with the current strength of Jian Wuchen, it is still unable to fully manifest its true form. Even so, this makes Wu Tiankuang feel cold in his heart. Dare to neglect.

"Damn little bastard!"

Wu Tiankuang gritted his teeth and cursed, no longer caring about the penetrating wound on his chest. Creatures that have reached the fourth level have almost no obvious weaknesses. Even a broken heart is not a big problem, especially This is especially true for powerful non-human races such as the Wsha clan.

However, even though the vicious weapon entered the body for only a short moment, it also robbed a large amount of its blood essence. This was one of the reasons why it was severely damaged at this time.

With a distressed look on his face, Wu Tiankuang took out a piece of golden spiritual ginseng that exuded a dense medicinal fragrance and had clear facial features, and threw it directly into his mouth and swallowed it.

The golden mountain ginseng instantly transformed into a soft medicinal gas that spread all over Wu Tiankuang's body. The wounds on his chest were also healing rapidly, with roots and shoots climbing over each other to repair the injuries.

This is a golden spiritual ginseng that has reached the level of sixth-grade holy medicine. It is the life-saving thing that Wu Tian crazily presses at the bottom of the box. Although it is extremely reluctant to part with it, at this time, it has to take it out and swallow it to recuperate its injuries. Otherwise, I am afraid that today I'm going to die here.

"Oops!"

All this happened in an instant. Seeing Wu Tiankuang swallowing the spiritual ginseng and regaining his powerful aura, Feng Xuan's face changed slightly after he had just dodged Black Feather's attack, and he was about to rush forward again.

"Today, I can only make up for my losses by eating you two!"

Wu Tiankuang's whole body was filled with unstoppable precious energy. The powerful medicinal properties not only stabilized his injuries, but also gave him seemingly endless energy to vent.

"boom!"

At this moment, Wu Tiankuang suddenly burst out with its unique full strength, and the terrifying aura turned into substance, making Feng Xuan instantly floundering, as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

Wu Tiankuang did not immediately pay attention to the rushing Feng Xuan, but picked up the giant stick in his hand and smashed it straight towards him, continuing to complete what he had not finished before.

The giant stick held up the sky and the phantom of the suppressed sword tomb collided with each other. An extremely strong shock wave erupted between the two parties. The entire cave sky was shaking. The boulders rolled down and the magma collapsed. A scene of destruction suddenly appeared. scene.

Under the impact of this collision, Feng Xuan was forced backwards by the huge impact like a kite with its string broken. His whole body was tightly leaning against the golden shield, resisting the strong pressure.

This confrontation did not last long. With a shattering sound, under Feng Xuan's gaze, the image of Jian Zhongxu was shattered like a lens, but Wu Tian Kuang was not much better. He was pulled out of the sky by the powerful force of counterattack. It blasted into the magma lake and exploded into a huge wave.

"Brother Wuchen!"

Feng Xuan exclaimed and hurriedly stepped forward to catch the falling Jian Wuchen, only to see that his face was as pale as paper, the blood vessels all over his body were bursting, and his hands with condensed sword marks were even more broken, with flesh and blood It faded away, leaving almost only the dense white bones, exuding a strong sword energy.

"Hey, I won!"

Although Jian Wuchen's breath was weak, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised under his messy black-haired face.

In the confrontation just now, although Wu Tiankuang used the golden spiritual ginseng to briefly burst out the combat power of his heyday, he was still defeated by the Sword Tomb Suppression Kill that he had prepared for a long time.

"Next, I'm afraid I can only rely on you. Although that guy was severely injured by me again, he won't almost lose his fighting power like me. You can only be careful."

Jian Wuchen looked solemnly at the place where Wu Tiankuang fell, and reminded Feng Xuan.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. Now, this is for you."

Feng Xuan nodded, then took out a small black bottle and handed it to Jian Wuchen.

"This is the source of soul!"

Jian Wuchen took the black bottle from Feng Xuan's hand, opened it and was about to drink it, but he suddenly froze, looked at the thing in his hand and exclaimed.

He originally thought that Feng Xuan just handed him some secret healing medicine from the Ksitigarbha Palace, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be an extremely precious soul source.

Although Jian Wuchen didn't understand much, he could tell from the soul source in his hand that it was at least a soul source of the fourth level and above, which could be directly absorbed.

"You, how could you have a soul source of this quality?"

Jian Wuchen looked at Feng Xuan in a daze, not understanding where he got this thing. A soul source of the fourth level and above, the third level, could be easily exchanged for a good holy weapon in the holy land.

"Let's talk about this later. You recover first, I'll go first."

Feng Xuan didn't say much. After summoning a black python under Jian Wuchen's feet and taking him away, he swooped down to the place where Wu Tiankuang fell, and slashed down with the blood-colored long sword in his hand, as if to split the magma lake together.

"How dare you!"

With a roar, a furious voice sounded under the magma lake, and Wu Tiankuang, bathed in the hot magma, also rushed out, and the long stick in his hand chopped out, without any intention of dodging.

With the sound of ding-dong, in just a moment, the two had fought dozens of moves on this magma lake, and even hit from the sky into the magma, exploding golden flowers under the magma lake, stirring the entire magma lake.

Bang!

After an unknown amount of time, with a loud bang, Feng Xuan's figure was blasted out from under the magma lake. Behind him, a dark giant appeared faintly, helping him stabilize his body.

Looking closely, Feng Xuan's chest collapsed, and many bones in his body were shattered. It was obvious that he was injured by Wu Tiankuang.

But even so, Feng Xuan held the blood-wrapped snake in his hand, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiling, because Wu Tiankuang's condition at this time would only be worse than his.

Sure enough, in the next moment, as Wu Tiankuang's figure slowly emerged from under the magma lake, its appearance at this time was also presented in this space.

Both wings were completely disabled, drooping limply, one eye was gouged out, leaving a deep bloody hole, and the body was covered with dense cuts, even one arm was broken at the shoulder. Although the wound still exuded a strong golden medicinal gas, it was tightly entangled by black silk threads, which made its healing speed extremely slow.

"What kind of monster are you?"