But even so, it is still shocking.

Especially Han Feiyang, with a solemn face, all the strength in his body burst out, trying to press the silver sword to death.

He knew in his heart that if he couldn't stop this first sword, then there would be no need to fight the next battle.

"Get down!"

Han Feiyang suddenly roared, controlling the spirit shadow, grabbing the silver sword, and slamming it to the ground.

"Bang!"

A loud noise.

The hard ground of the ring was slapped into a three-meter-square palm print.

Until this moment, the impact force of the silver sword was finally exhausted.

Lying quietly in the pit, the silver light flickered.

"Hu~!"

Han Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't expect that Hong Juding's first sword was so powerful.

"Qingshuang! Go!"

At this time, Hong Juding pointed his sword.

A green sword shot out from the sword box and hit Han Feiyang directly with lightning speed.

Although the speed of the green sword was not as fast as the silver sword, its power was obviously more terrifying.

Wherever the sword passed, the air solidified and the ground frosted, which obviously had special properties.

"The Fire God is angry!"

Han Feiyang shouted.

The spirit behind him turned red instantly, and a hot wave of air swept the whole place.

Han Feiyang's fists were like fire, and he punched the blue sword fiercely.

The shadow of the spirit also made the same move, and the huge flaming fist slammed into the blue sword. JrNovels.com