Wen Taihe, who has reached the realm of "poison king", must not look at it with the same vision.

The tip of the angry wind sword pointed at Wen Taihe, but Chen Rufeng did not dare to take the initiative to attack. After all, he was hurt and had great scruples about Wen Taihe. Wen Tai and his poison skills are exquisite, and they must be extra careful when they compete with them.

Wen Tai and his sleeves moved like clouds, and their pace was light and fluttering, rushing directly to Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng leaned on his erratic skills to dodge, and turned the angry wind sword at the same time. The sword cycled out, but its strength was inferior to before. Wen Tai and his sleeves trembled, as if there was powder swinging out of the sleeves and seeping into the sword gas. The sword spirit was as fragile as the spiral blade being abruptly pressed there. Wen Tai and the other sleeve patted again, and the sword spirit was no longer in shape and shattered.

Just as Wen Taihe resolved Chen Rufeng's sword spirit, Chen Rufeng had stepped up in the air, and a sword fell down, and the green gas was like a bow, attracting the mid-air wind. The wind caused by the strength was also sucked into the energy, which aggravated the strength. Chen Rufeng stabbed out another sword. This time, he shot out a white sword spirit, which merged with the green power, which was the power of soft water.

Wen Taihe looked up and saw that the sleeves were originally going to cross and resist, but suddenly turned into protruding. The white fragments overflowed from the sleeves and floated on the momentum, and the energy disappeared like ice and snow melting.

Chen Rufeng was shocked. Wen Taihe had already flew over and shot, his sleeves brushed out, and the inside was full of real energy. Wen Taihe became a "poison king", and his family's kung fu is naturally the same. In addition, his poisonous skills are unpredictable, and Chen Rufeng does not dare to underestimate him. If he is close to him, he will only be unprofitable to himself.

At this moment, the idea was made. The anger sword was broken in the void, and the green marks suddenly appeared. Layers of wind swept out in the air. Under the rage sword, it seemed to be cracked into pieces, and the green gas flew out like a blade.

At this time, Wen Tai and the other idle people waved their sleeves outward, and the cracked wind and sword spirit dispersed, and they could no longer form the previous neat posture. After breaking the sword spirit of the cracked wind, Wen Taihe took advantage of the situation and shook his sleeves repeatedly, and the Taoist was strong and powerful. For a moment, Chen Rufeng had to swing the sword shadow with one hand to smash Zhenjin, and the other hand covered his chest.

When Chen Rufeng copes with the real energy, Wen Tai and Chen Rufeng are only ten steps away. Chen Rufeng's eyes were in a hurry, and the angry wind sword struggled to cut, and the white wave-like spirit pushed the green sword light to expand. The rapid and real strength of the erratic work and the strength of the good water flow not only cut off the spirit of Wen Taihe, but also fell to Wen Taihe with great suppressive momentum.

Wen Taihe was not afraid. His two sleeves were inserted into the momentum like a bag. His arms vibrated and the momentum was broken, and he was also pushed down a few feet by the anti-shock force, slowly stagnated the momentum.

Chen Rufeng's chest is getting more and more painful. He is afraid that he will die in the long run. He must fight quickly. Together, he immediately stimulated the true qi of his whole body. He held the angry wind sword in one hand, and the faint green light swirled around the sword. Another white light spewed out from the tip of the sword, but in a moment, there was a blue man gathered, like a huge green snake body, during which there was a slight white light.

"Wind Sword!" Chen Rufeng was like holding a long whip in his hand and rowing in the air. The wind in the blue light attracted bursts, and the wind was full of sucking power.

Wen Taihe's self-confidence avoided the sharpness of Biman, but the wind in Biman pulled him like an invisible hand and was about to pull him into Biman.

This is a sword that Chen Rufeng did his best. Of course, its momentum should not be underestimated. Even with the great achievements of Wen Taihe's poison, his internal strength has advanced rapidly, and it is difficult to break away from the wind power of the wind sword for a while.

Like a green snake dancing in mid-air, Wen Taihe moved with the momentum in the green, swaying, struggling, and fell into the downwind for a moment.

Chen Rufeng clenched the hilt of his sword and was about to break through the Jufeng Sword. When he defeated Wen Taihe with the energy gathered inside, his chest was as if he had been chiseled through from the inside. His throat was sweet, and the half-empty blood column was like a bridge. The Jufeng Sword immediately died out of breath and he was dejected into the body of the angry wind sword.

"Ah..." Chen Rufeng screamed and fell down. He fell heavily on the ring.

This fall completely turned the situation around. Wen Taihe looked like a carp on the shore re-entered the water and jumped lightly to the ground. Chen Rufeng moaned bitterly, even without strength. His chest was extremely stuffy, and blood overflowed from his mouth.

"I haven't poisoned you yet." Wen Taihe said frankly, with coldness in his tone, forcing Chen Rufeng lying on the ground step by step.

Chen Rufeng just looked at him fiercely, and didn't even have the strength to speak. He watched his footsteps get closer and closer.

"This can only be said that God is going to kill you." Wen Taihe smiled and raised her sleeves. Chen Rufeng tried his best to get up, but in vain.

With gloomy sleeves and endless murderous intent, Chen Rufeng seemed to see that he was about to face the bottomless darkness.

The sound of breaking the sky was like thunder in my ears. Chen Rufeng closed his eyes tightly and made me rest.

Wen Taihe's sleeves are sharp, oriented to Chen Rufeng's neck.

The sound of crisp stones hitting the wall came, but Chen Rufeng, who had already felt a cold neck, had a feeling of another world, and another roar, as if someone jumped to the ring.

Slowly opened his eyes, but Jun Mo looked at Wen Taihe with a faint smile. Just now, he stopped him from killing Chen Rufeng with a flick of his finger.

"You didn't get my 'sleep poison'?" Wen Taihe said in a surprised tone, staring at Jun Moxiao with hostile eyes.

Jun Mo smiled and said, "How can this little poison be rare for me? Our heart method of the altar of the Red Devil is a deadly nemesis.

Wen Taihe shouted hateful and gritted his teeth and stared at him fiercely, "Why do you stop me?"

Jun Mo glanced at Chen Rufeng, who was dying, and said with a smile, "I can't let you kill him."

Chen Rufeng looked at Junmo with a smile in astonishment, and there was a pain in his heart. One hand dragged out to reach out to Pei Xinqing, who also fell to the ground. His eyes showed hardship. He did not delay for a little more, and the danger of Peraking would increase a little more.

"However, I'm not going to interfere in your fight, because you can't beat him at all." As soon as Junmo laughed, Chen Rufeng and Wen Taihe looked at him in surprise. Now Chen Rufeng's defeat is obvious. I don't know how Jun Moxiao can say so.

Jun Mo looked at Chen Rufeng with a smile, "If he is not a poison attack... Do you think you, the 'poison king', can beat him?"

There was a bead machine in the words. Chen Rufeng suddenly realized, took out the box of "Yanmo Dan" and realized that there was a hint in Junmo's joke, and looked at the box in a while.

On the contrary, Wen Taihe didn't know what Jun Mo's smile meant. For a moment, he was in the drum and was shocked and angry. His sleeves started like an eagle with wings. He walked quickly and rushed to Chen Rufeng to make up for the last blow.

Before he had time to think about it, Chen Rufeng opened the box, took a pill out of his mouth, and swallowed it. Suddenly, there seemed to be a cold air between his heart and lungs straight up, penetrating the meridians, suppressing the pain fiercely.

But with it, there was also a fierce heart. He only felt that his skin was about to crack, his eyes bulging, and his eyes seemed to be about to break out.

"Ah--" While shouting in pain, his feet also stood up again, but his eyes were already covered with a layer of red light.

Chen Rufeng's thoughts seemed to be sharply stuffed into a corner of his heart, allowing the strong and fierce momentum to control his body.

Wen Taihe suddenly stopped, and fear rose in his heart for the first time. Chen Rufeng in front of him seemed to be a crazy upper body, different from before.

The angry wind sword was spiritually, and it gravitationally rushed back to Chen Rufeng's hand. Chen Rufeng's red eyes stared straight at Wen Taihe, and his footsteps gradually pushed forward. Now it was Wen Tai's turn and her heart trembling, as if the mouse had been forced to the corner of the wall by a cat, trembling and had no poisonous king demeanor.

Jun Mo looked at Wen Taihe with satisfaction, who was overwhelmed by the strong magic on Chen Rufeng's body. He retreated from the ring and looked at the two with a smile. As he said, he did not intend to interfere in the fight between the two.

What's more, Wen Taihe has lost to Chen Rufeng in terms of momentum. With magic, Chen Rufeng's profound inner kung fu, swordsmanship and erratic skills, Wen Taihe can still beat him, but it is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Wen Taihe gritted his teeth and sizzled.

"I will never give up... I will avenge my master and uncle!" Wen Taihe shouted angrily, his eyes were about to crack, his sleeves swept up like a windmill, and bursts of poisonous fog overflowed from his sleeves, like two green poisonous snakes opening their teeth and nibbling at Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng held the angry wind sword tightly, like a fan folding a sword shadow, adding a little strangeness to the sword shadow. The strong wind blew and blew away the poisonous fog released by Wen Taihe with the power of destruction. After dispersing the poisonous fog, the angry wind sword did not stop. The shadow of the sword stretched out, and the synthetic blade penetrated halfway through the air. The hilt of the sword turned in Chen Rufeng's hand, and the long green blade blew a gust of wind, and the sound of air tearing came from the air.

Wen Taihe shouted in his heart, and his body method was used to the extreme, jumping left and right, but Chen Rufeng is also illusory, and the remnants of the shadows are shining around him. The long green blade is like a ghost and gods, filling the whole ring. The gap is extremely small, blocking all positions. If he is a little sluggish, I'm afraid it is He was injured by this blade, and coupled with the atmosphere driven by the long blade, Wen Taihe was also in chaos for a moment, hurriedly flashed.

"Go to hell!" Chen Rufeng shouted fiercely, and his murderous intention surged up in his heart. Several shadows merged into entities. His sword fell, and the angry wind sword came out of his hand, rotated and cracked in the air. The green light swept away like a storm.

Wen Taihe was shocked and tilted his head back and bent back in an extreme posture. He only felt the deadly storm brought by the raging wind sword to look across the facade, and a few blood stains remained on his face.

When the angry wind sword returned to his hand, Chen Rufeng faintly appeared on his wrist, and the corners of his mouth were ferocious.

As soon as the shadow moved, Chen Rufeng had flashed over Wen Taihe, holding his sword in both hands and was about to poke Wen Taihe's chest.

The black air scattered from the sword body, like steamed smoke, and the shallow green light covering the angry wind sword was covered by the black gas.

Seeing that the angry wind sword was about to break through Wen Taihe's body and stabbed out of his back, another person shouted, "Wait!"