One Thousand Four Hundred and Five Broken

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That terrifying energy made the third elder despair - even the great elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect would not be able to squander the spiritual energy in his body so recklessly.

Compared to such brutally compressing spiritual energy and then pouring it on the target's face regardless of loss, what the Heavenly Sword Sect respects more is fine control.

The two sides are not taking the same path at all: Like the weapons of the Alan Hill Empire, the magic of the Alan Hill Empire seems to be taking the route of opening and closing.

Of course, as a magical creature, the giant dragon is born to be favored by the god of magic. From the day the dragons were born, they have been familiar with magic, and naturally they can obtain more magical energy.

They have a long lifespan, and they are accumulating magical energy in their bodies all the time—so, they don't mind wasting some magical energy in exchange for more powerful attack methods.

This is like comparing a poor man with a rich man. The poor man thinks that if he divides a hundred dollars into ten parts, it will take a long time to use one part, but the rich man has 100,000 bills in his pocket. Spending one thousand can solve the problem better.

The three beams of energy impacted by the Dragon Emperor enveloped the third elder, and the third elder had no choice but to pour the spiritual energy in his body into his flying sword again to protect his body.

In an instant, the ground around the third elder boiled, and the huge energy directly bombarded the ground, and the whole ground seemed to be shaking.

The third elder could feel that, apart from the energy protecting his body, the air seemed to be as hot as a flame, and the aura that was originally diffused around him became extremely unstable.

For a moment, he even felt that the aura in his body was trembling, which was an expression of being overwhelmed and out of control.

This terrifying blow consumed a lot of spiritual energy in the third elder's body at once. In addition, the aura consumed by him strolling around in the court to be handsome and kill so many puppets just now has already made him a little overwhelmed.

He is just an old man in his dying years, and his strength is all supported by the spiritual energy in his body. Now the spiritual energy is consumed too fast, and his whole body is beginning to weaken.

No more entanglements with this fearsome foe! The third elder was thinking in his heart while defending.

He came to the front line this time, it was a temporary idea, and he didn't arrange too many backups. What I originally thought was that if my side suddenly launched an attack, it would take some time for the other party to react.

But who would have thought that in such a short period of time, there would be such a monster whose combat power was comparable to that of the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, appearing in front of him.

The Fifth Elder and the Seventh Elder are not nearby at this moment, and it will take time to rush over for reinforcements. The Fourth Elder himself doesn't get along with the Third Elder, so asking for help at this time is probably a self-inflicted humiliation.

The third elder thought it over and over again, and in the end, he had to rely on his own way to go. He gritted his teeth and persisted, protected his body from the powerful energy impact, and consumed a lot of aura, until the terrifying outpouring of aura gradually dissipated.

The moment the opponent's attack just stopped, the third elder activated the aura in his body, and suddenly stepped back, trying to distance himself from the strong man in the sky.

At the same time, he also wants to avoid all kinds of "hidden weapons" that may strike from all directions at any time. These bullets and cannonballs and other weapons may not be able to hurt the Third Elder, but when confronting a strong enemy, they have to be distracted to beware of these weapons, which will obviously make the Third Elder more passive.

As he swooped backwards, he also had another thought: he felt that it would be a good choice for his high-ranking swordsmen to block the strong man in the air for a moment, so that he could escape easily.

Anyway, the tradition of the Heavenly Sword Sect is like this. It is not once or twice that a dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist.

But just as the body of the third elder retreated sharply, Albert's figure hovering in mid-air flickered,

It hit the ground extremely fast.

With a bang, Albert's iron fist just hit the flying sword in front of the third elder, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

The third elder staggered two steps back before he stabilized his figure. His throat was sweet, and a mouthful of old blood almost spewed out. Originally, the mouthful of blood had already reached his mouth, but the third elder forcibly swallowed it back into his stomach. He clutched his chest and looked viciously at the strong man who was overpowering.

At this time, he regretted a little, regretted that he had just not announced his name because of his arrogance, and annoyed the terrifying monster in front of him!

If he introduced himself honestly just now, and walked through the scene with fists in his arms, could he now praise "Your Excellency's martial arts are world-class and you are not an opponent. The so-called being a man stays a front line so that we can meet each other in the future. If the mountains don't change, we will meet later"... ...and turn around and run away?

What makes him regret is that there is no what if in this world... Just when he was in a state of embarrassment, another attack from Albert was close at hand.

The third elder urged the flying sword to block in front of him again, and the dragon emperor's iron fist collided with the flying sword again.

After a loud bang, the third elder finally couldn't hold back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and stepped back a few steps in a row, barely gaining a foothold.

And at this time, a tiny crack appeared on his proud flying sword.

Although it was insignificant, but for the third elder who lived with Feijian day and night since childhood, it was very easy to notice this damage.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about his flying sword, and now he had to think about how to get away from this strong man he couldn't afford.

Looking at the third elder who kept retreating in front of him, Albert didn't talk nonsense. He hadn't fought so heartily for a long time.

Ever since, he let out a long howl, his body jumped forward again, and with the sound of howling wind, he rushed in front of the third elder.

The third elder groaned inwardly, stepped back once again, and then circulated the aura to his hands, preparing to use his body to take Albert's tyrannical blow.

He knew that he would have to pay some price this time, but he felt that with the strength of the opponent, he could once again open up some distance so that he could retreat back to the group of fellow monks behind him.

At that time, even if they find a few scapegoats, they can buy a little time, at least they won't be like now, being entangled by continuous attacks and can only sit and wait for death.

The next moment, Albert's fist hit the third elder's palm like this, and almost at the same moment, the third elder heard a slight crisp sound from his arm...

The bone in the arm that condensed a huge amount of spiritual energy was broken...