"The stinking Taoist priest has not yet settled the debt with you in the battle of the Imperial Tomb last time. This time you dare to sneak attack on me. I want you to die without a burial place!"

A sinister and ferocious look flashed in the eyes of the golden-winged roc. After circling the sky, it locked its direction and swooped down quickly towards the reaction of Taoist Master Guichen's fall.

Seeing this situation, Taoist Master Guichen couldn't help but feel his heart tremble. He made a secret in his hand, and the quicksand whisk hanging on his waist turned into a steel whip and swept straight towards the golden-winged roc.

The golden-winged roc opened its mouth and exhaled a strange demonic aura. It suddenly blew and turned into a powerful force of wind, directly deflecting the sweeping whisk from its original trajectory, thus easily avoiding the whisk.

At the same time, during the dive, the golden-winged roc flapped its wings again, the evil wind swept across, and a green wind blade rushed out from under its ribs, turning into a stream of light, flying and dancing, pouring down. Just now

Taoist Master Guichen was on the ground and couldn't avoid it. His right arm also fell off and blood spattered out.

"Monster, I was careless and let you slip away last time. I won't make the same mistake this time!"

Taoist Master Guichen gritted his teeth and endured the pain of his broken arm. He performed kneading with one hand and recited the incantation silently. He saw that the quicksand whisk that he had just passed by the golden-winged roc was manipulated by Taoist Master Guichen.

Next, it refracted back like lightning, catching the Golden-winged Dapeng by surprise!

The silver threads on the whisk pierced the sky, rising in the storm, and rolled away, emitting a silvery light. The silver threads were like spiritual snakes, clinging up to the golden-winged giant in the sky.

Peng's body became entangled.

"Do you think you can tie me up with this whisk? No...how is this possible?!"

The golden-winged roc tried desperately to fight for it, and the wind blade he released cut off a lot of silver threads. But every time he cut off the silver threads, the same silver threads stretched out, and rolled up quickly,

Like an octopus, it continued to wrap around the body of the golden-winged roc.

"Master Yan, it's up to you now." Taoist Master Guichen was casting spells with one hand while shouting loudly to Yan Chixia in the air.

Yan Chixia nodded, of course he knew that this was Taoist Master Guichen creating an opportunity for him, and of course he would not miss such an opportunity. With a slight scolding, Yan Chixia pinched her sword fingers again.

Canglang.

Those flying swords that flew back to the sword box and were repaired by the spiritual energy flew out again at this time, turning into more than a dozen ferocious and cold sword lights, spinning around Yan Chixia's body as if they were alive.

, emitting a bright light.

"The sword returns to Wuji!"

Yan Chixia pinched her sword finger and pointed it in the direction of the golden-winged roc. She saw more than a dozen flying swords lingering in the air, suddenly gathered in one place, condensed into one, and turned into a three-foot long sword.

The Jinghong sword light was like a dragon emerging from the sea, slashing down towards the golden-winged roc.

The sword shines brightly, and the moment is gorgeous!

Finally, amid the shrill wails, the golden-winged roc's head was severed and its neck fell off, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the demonic power collapsed.

Its wings flapped feebly a few times, and after circling low in the sky, it crashed down, turned into billowing demonic energy, and suddenly dissipated in the land of the netherworld.

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Chapter completed!