At this time, Chen Tianming felt the heavy pressure like the top of Mount Tai. Among the numerous sawdust, the nine headed bird rose in the air, but its huge wings were swept away.

Chen Tianming's feet are light. People have been flying out with the hurricane. At the same time, the smoke and cloud in his right hand are chopping forward with great force. The brilliant sword is ten feet long, almost substantial, and it is hard to crack on the wings of nine headed birds.

"Oujie......" The nine headed bird roared and danced wildly. Obviously, it didn't expect Chen Tianming to stop its attack.

Chen Tianming didn't hurt...