Chapter 606

He waved his hand with extreme familiarity. The Spirit-breaking Sword Palm quickly streaked across the sky, and a huge purple divine whip appeared between his eyebrows. "Bang!" "Pa-Pa" The Black Smoke Demonic Sword was tightly wrapped in the whip. At this time, Zephyr Khan was fighting one against two. The moment the long whip wrapped around the Black Smoke Demonic Sword, the Spirit-breaking Sword Palm rushed toward him. Puff Blood flew in the air, but the small palm print was as sharp as a sword. The opponent's head flew out in an instant. The latter's head flew out with a blank and fearful expression. Obviously, he could not believe that Zephyr Khan could kill him under their attack. "What?!" The skinny demonic cultivator could not help but cry out in fear. The battle of martial arts. The momentum occupied a great factor. Once his momentum was weak, it would inevitably affect his own strength. As he became timid, the movements in his hand suddenly became extremely slow.