However, as before, when the palms of the phantom of the god touched the flaming sword, a hole was directly blasted open.

The flaming sword continued to move forward again.

The speed dropped a few points.

"Hold it!"

Han Feiyang roared, and controlled the last two arms of the phantom of the god to slap the flaming sword hard.

"Bang!"

The third explosion sounded, and the energy was surging.

The flaming sword with amazing offensive was finally held down by Han Feiyang.

The flaming sword was constantly trembling and roaring, and the flames were burning fiercely, quickly burning the surrounding Qi.

Han Feiyang gritted his teeth, sweating profusely, pressing his palms tightly, constantly infusing Qi, and dared not relax at all.

This sword was really terrible.

The terrifying impact and destructive power were more powerful than the previous two swords combined.

Sure enough, it was not easy to defeat Hong Juding.

Finally, after a stalemate of several seconds, the flaming sword finally lost its light, fell from the air, and then stabbed into the ground of the ring.

The sword tip was deeply immersed in it, leaving only a hilt exposed outside.

Its sharpness can be seen.

"Huff... Huff..."

Han Feiyang was panting heavily, and sweat slowly flowed down his cheeks.

It was really exhausting to take on Hong Juding's three swords.

But I think the opponent should have also used a killer move, otherwise it would not be so powerful.

"It's interesting that you can take my three swords."

Hong Juding still had a blank expression, but there was a little more interest in his eyes.

The opponents he met before were basically solved with one sword, and he never used a second sword. JrNovels.com