Secretly stuffing a round elixir into the bearded old man's mouth, Feng Ling secretly conveyed an explanation, and the aura in his body rose and spread crazily.
When the breath reached a zero point, Feng Ling's silver gun was swung wildly, and there were faint signs of being unable to control it.
"It is rumored that the great elder's black dragon swallowing technique is strange and changeable. Then Feng will come and learn about it!"
Feng Ling shouted softly, and with unparalleled inertia, he suddenly flashed in the air and took the initiative to attack the white-haired old man in front of him.
"Hmph, you are not overestimating your own capabilities!" Long Yuzhong's eyes flashed slightly, and the scepter in his hand was filled with dark winds, sending out circles of dark energy fluctuations, and he met the silver spear of the man in purple without any fancy.
The moment the black dragon scepter touched the fire-tip spear, Long Yuzhong's expression changed slightly, and an endless wave of soft strength came back from the domineering transmission of the spear, forcing him to take two or three steps back.
Although he managed to resist the great elder's full blow, Feng Ling's face turned pale and felt uncomfortable. He was knocked back for more than ten meters before he was able to let go of the force and move forward with the gun again.
"Hmm... what kind of move is this? It's interesting!" Seeing the opponent charging at him again with vigor and vigor, it was obvious that the previous blow did not cause any real damage. Long Yuzhong was surprised. When they fought with him again, he became cautious. A lot.
"Drink - hold the moon in the sky for nine days!"
Suddenly, a sharp roar resounded through the sky, and a stone platform in the duel field emitted a bright golden light.
However, the third elder was furious and fired nine punches in a row. The power of the punches skyrocketed. When the ninth punch was thrown, the momentum suddenly reached its peak.
"Boom!" A punch distorted the space and landed on the soft barrier. The two conflicting water ripples rippled sharply.
The barrier only lasted for three breaths before it shattered like a mirror, a flower in water, and a moon, emitting a shocking air explosion, with the two deacons from the north and south bearing the brunt.
"Pfft——!" They joined forces to fight off the aftermath of the gas explosion. Southern Deacon took the lead and spat out a mouthful of blood, retreating more than a hundred meters in embarrassment.
Immediately, a golden fist came towards him with endless coercion, piercing through the aftermath of the air blast without any hindrance, and hit the chest of the helpless Northern Deacon, making the sound of several bones breaking.
With one punch,
Deacon North, defeated!
Deacon Nan, it’s so difficult!
Amid the shrill wails, Deacon North vomited blood and fell from the air, like a kite with a broken string. Deacon South quickly endured his injuries and caught it in the air.
"Brother...how are your injuries?" The third elder didn't even look at Deacon Nan and North, and landed in front of the bearded old man. He saw the second elder sitting cross-legged in the air, and his aura had stabilized.
"Thanks to the little guy's Guiyuan Pill, most of his injuries have been recovered, and the power of ghosts and gods has been greatly supplemented. He can barely fight again!" The bearded old man stood up, with a flash of light in his eyes, and a long sword appeared. .
The third elder understood immediately, and each punch and sword wielded supreme power, approaching the gray-haired old man.
After once again repelling the entangled man in purple, Long Yuzhong's face changed drastically. He decisively threw his scepter and transformed into a black dragon. He took the opportunity to retreat violently.
He obviously did not expect that under the siege of two eleventh-level legendary powerhouses, the third elder could still achieve a record of being disabled and one of them disabled.
"Roar!" The black dragon let out a roaring sound, and there were dark winds along the way. The offensive of the second elder and others could not help but slow down, allowing Long Yuzhong to narrowly escape the inevitable death.
"Feng Ling, you did a great job!" Under the collision of the black dragon, the iron fist's golden glow dimmed. The third elder grinned and caught a flying purple figure.
