"Break for me!"
The giant sword suddenly shattered the Three-Legged Golden Crow. The once-ferocious Three-Legged Golden Crow instantly turned into flames that filled the sky, and Jian Changfeng hurriedly dodged through several maneuvers to avoid them.
He had no desire to be touched by those flames.
Seeing that even his strongest strike could do nothing to Jian Changfeng, Ye Lin did not lose heart in the slightest.
When Jiang Chenfeng had been slain earlier, that fellow had merely underestimated his opponent and carelessly been tainted by the Beginningless True Flame, only to be burned alive.
But Jian Changfeng had clearly come prepared and gave the Beginningless True Flame no chance to get near him.
Against a Golden Immortal at the third level who was prepared, trying to kill him with a bit of scheming was difficult—extremely difficult.
"Slash."
Fortunately, Ye Lin's second sword had already finished gathering power. A Thunder Dragon coiled behind him, and at the very center of the thunderous dragon floated a blood-red longsword—the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
White flames followed around the Thunder Dragon's body.
"Roar..."
With a long roar, the Thunder Dragon fiercely pounced toward Jian Changfeng.
The initiative was now entirely in Ye Lin's hands, leaving Jian Changfeng with no choice but to defend passively.
"Hmph. This flame may be powerful, but as long as it doesn't touch me, it poses no threat whatsoever."
Looking at the incomparably swift Thunder Dragon before him, its might no less than before, Jian Changfeng snorted coldly.
After getting close enough to experience the sparks filling the sky earlier, his heart had settled somewhat. This flame truly was overbearing; Jiang Chenfeng had not deceived him before.
Fortunately, he had come prepared.
"Shatter!"
Jian Changfeng directly threw out the giant sword in his hand. The giant sword