Wherever the sword passed, the air twisted and made bursts of explosions.

"The Wind God is angry!"

Seeing this scene, Hong Juding did not dare to be arrogant and directly used his killing move.

He raised his hands and then hit the silver light fiercely. The phantom of the god behind him immediately made the same move.

Boom~!

In an instant, a strong wind blew up and the world shook.

A large number of wind blades poured out like raindrops.

Covering the sky and the earth, it was endless.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The wind blades kept hitting the silver sword and made a burst of explosions.

However, the strange thing was that the silver sword did not show any signs of decline and continued to swoop down.

It crushed all the wind blades that blocked the way.

"Huh?"

Han Feiyang's pupils shrank and he was secretly shocked.

He knew that Hong Juding's sword was very powerful, but he still underestimated it.

The wind blade transformed by his own qi could not stop it, just like a moth flying into a flame.

Seeing that the silver sword was about to chop down on his head, Han Feiyang shouted and slapped his hands towards the sky.

At the same time, the shadow of the god behind him also opened his hands and slapped the silver sword like a mosquito.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the air vibrated and energy overflowed.

The silver sword that was unstoppable just now was instantly held down by the palms of the god.

The silver sword roared and trembled, and the powerful impact force, against the palms of the god, continued to move forward.

It's just that the speed has become abnormally slow. JrNovels.com