Xu Fengyu's Last Trump Card

He held Floating Jade Island Master's Golden Feather Sword in his hand and shot out sword lights that filled the sky. He pierced through the spatial storm that filled the sky and stabbed toward Xu Fengyu.

"Ants, get lost!" Xu Fengyu said disdainfully.

The blood spear stabbed out, and the sword light that filled the sky was instantly destroyed. The sharp blood spear collided with the Golden Feather Sword.

An earth-shaking explosion sounded once again. Before the aftershock could spread, Jing Wudao had already swung his sword once again.

The sword instantly wrapped around the blood spear.

A long clashing sound rang out, and the blood spear continuously let out a low hum. However, it was unable to break free from the control of the Golden Feather Sword.

"Gu Mingzhou!" Jing Wudao gripped his sword with both hands and used all his strength to control the violently trembling sword hilt. He restrained the blood spear and roared angrily.