Jumping into the air with the wind, his expression was even colder, and his hair was scattered, and there was no wind to swing. And the Pure Jun Divine Sword in his hand trembled even more violently, as if he was about to break free from his hand and travel for nine days!

"Come on, take my sword with all your might. "Looking up at the sky with the wind, the long sword flows like a touch of shock across the sky.

This was his first attempt to integrate the three systems in the mysterious sword technique, and originally there were seven systems of yin and yang and five elements in this mysterious sword technique. It's just that these seven systems are mutually restrictive, and the circulation is not natural, so he used the method of analyzing the heavenly calculations in the Heavenly Recipe to turn the five elements of yin and yang into the eight veins of Qiankun. In this way, with the power of the eight veins, everything in the world can still evolve, and the power of the single system in the eight veins is limited after all.

Before, he used the power of Xun and Zhen to turn into wind and thunder to fight against Doutian in mid-air, and then forced him back. Now, in the face of this unknown but unparalleled magic weapon, he has already tried with the power of the two systems, but it still doesn't work, and if he wants to break it, he can only try it with the power of the three systems.

With the wind, the momentum around the body changed again, and there was a chaotic qi gushing out between the wisps. Suddenly, Dou Tian seemed to see a huge Tai Chi phantom behind him, and this small phantom seemed to connect the entire Daqian shijie, constantly combining yin and yang, and actually evolved chaos in it, deriving a small shijie.

At the end of the turbidity of the supernatant of the small shijie on that side, there is a golden mang that is breaking through the air, as if it is going to go up retrograde, stabbing the big and small shijie together.

That's the golden and iron aura that symbolizes killing!

Doutian's heart trembled, and for the first time, he didn't have so much confidence in his heavenly umbrella.

The two met like this, and there was no such power as the imaginary collision of heaven and earth, and even the qi waves were rising. There was only a snort, yes, the heavens and the earth were silent, as if they were all listening to this crisp and decisive sound. The blood-red umbrella was not broken, nor did it lose its lustre, but it was cut in half from the middle and fell separately.

The blood-red light on the umbrella gradually dimmed, and Zuihou turned into a star and dissipated into the night sky.

The umbrella body has also changed from large to small, and Zuihou has become a pocket umbrella that is no more than an inch long, and it falls to the ground. Sui Feng glanced down at it, very emotional, it was hard to imagine that it was such a small object, and it had the power to cover the sky and the sun. This is true of many things in the world, and the smallest is also very large.

The moment the umbrella broke, Doutian's face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of blood. He had a touch of his mind connected to the magic weapon, and at this moment, the magic weapon was destroyed, and his mind was even more like a heavy blow.

Suifeng held the Pure Jun Divine Sword in his hand, with an unparalleled momentum, and lowered his head to stare at Doutian, whose face was full of gloom below. It seems that their posture just now is reversed.

Doutian's eyes were dead, and he already knew that he was defeated. The white-clothed young man in front of him hanging in the air was as unshakable as a mountain, and the divine sword in his hand was definitely not ordinary. I think it is definitely not comparable to his heavenly umbrella with only a little spirituality.

With the wind roaring in the sky at the moment, full of energy, as if it can't be done. It seems that what he is holding in his hand is no longer a sword, but a life, a shijie.

"What else do you have to do? The long sword with the wind pointed diagonally and stared at him.

"Do you have to fight me to the death?" Dou Tian coughed lightly, brought out another mouthful of blood, and shook his head with a sigh and helplessness, as if he was regretting something.

Sui Feng snorted coldly, not moved at all, "Why didn't you say this when you had the upper hand just now, but wanted to use that broken umbrella to shock me to death?" ...,

This step void is a move that he comprehended from the phantom step after he advanced to the innate level, and this is also the first time he has tried it.

With the wind at the moment, the momentum is monstrous, holding the mentality of a small test, but Doutian is just the opposite, as if facing a great enemy. There was some panic on his face, and it was no wonder that he had always faced many people in all kinds of ordinary martial arts, and he had never had such a fierce duel. There was no other magic weapon on his body except for the Sky Umbrella, and the look between his eyebrows showed a little panic, and he quickly calmed down again.

With a cold snort, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. As soon as this mouthful of blood spat out, his face turned a little pale. He shouted in his mouth: "Nine Nether Kings, protect my Dharma Body, the light of the Demon Domain, burn the immortals and punish the gods!"

There was a pinch of magic in his hand, and the blood that he had sprayed in front of him before did not dissipate, and under the traction of his magic technique, a strong and demonic bloody aura rose to the sky. In the midst of the steaming of qi and blood, an ancient great demon was conjured! Only half of the great demon's body was an entity composed of dark red bloodstains, and the remaining half of his body was all illusory.

Even so, as soon as the big demon came out, a loud roar shook the nine heavens and ten earths. The entire Todai-ji Temple trembled, and the clouds in the sky dispersed a little!

"Gluttony!" With the wind, his heart tightened, and he actually summoned the phantom of the demon god's gluttony. Although it was only an afterimage, and its mana was only one billionth of its original figure, its power was still beyond the imagination of mortals. Sui Feng felt that the air around him was much thicker, and he was several times more resistant to volleying in the air at this moment. Although his heart was still calm, his scalp was tingling, and his temples were beating even more.

"Come and pick me up with the Demon God Burning Sky, if you can take it, I'll bow down. Dou Tian said loudly, and the frenzy that had fallen silent just now rose again on his face.

Silent with the wind, he secretly mobilized all the aura he could mobilize and poured it into the pure Jun sword in his hand. I don't know if it was replenished by the internal force of the wind, or if it sensed the breath of the demon god in front of it, the pure Jun sword trembled even more. Sui Feng didn't dare to be careless, and all his mind was immersed in it, and the three sword techniques of Qian, Kun, and Zhen were combined into one.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still and space froze. The long wind was blowing, bleak and cold. It makes people feel like they are on the bank of Yishui, and they can already touch the eternal death of thousands of years ago.

Above the nine heavens, it was even more depressing, and endless black clouds rolled, obscuring all the stars and moons. The rumbling thunder sounded much more powerful than when he used the wind and thunder tricks with the wind before. Everyone could sense the incomparable pressure coming from above their heads, as if the thunder god was coming, and all the immortals were in the dust.

The demon god's gluttonous qi and blood were also suppressed a lot, and he roared in a low voice. His eyes were fixed on the white figure that was rushing straight in mid-air.

Although Suifeng was shocked in his heart, he still didn't dare to be distracted. The pure Jun sword in his hand seemed to have completely transformed into color, and thousands of seven-colored halos erupted from the sword body, colorful and gorgeous. Like a rainbow on the horizon, the brilliance of the flow seems to contain the phantom of the entire Daqian shijie. Except for the time when he had a strange feeling at the foot of Pangu Mountain, Sui Feng had never experienced such a thing in the Pure Jun Sword.

It seems that what Uncle Chang Ming said is right, this sword does have immortal power. I thought to myself with the wind.

Doutian's whole body trembled slightly, as if it was the power of the whole heaven and earth, and his teeth clenched his lower lip. muttered to himself, "Dao Sword Technique...... Sword of the Dao ......"

Although the demon god in mid-air was temporarily photographed by the monstrous momentum on Sui Feng's body, he was not afraid, and there was a loud roar like a flood. The roof tiles trembled, and many of the eaves cracked because they couldn't withstand the force. Doutian's eyes were ruthless, full of cruelty, he bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Tao Tian's body. As soon as this heart's blood came out, there was not even the slightest blood on his face, it was as white as a piece of paper, and his body shook slightly. ...,

But the demon god's body flashed with blood, and his momentum increased by three points. The mouth spits out a black dark light, black as ink, constantly overflowing with wisps of weird aura. Caught up with the colorful sword that broke through the sky!

"It's just a gluttonous phantom, I don't know how much worse than the real ancient demon god!" With a chuckle in the wind, he was not afraid at all, and with a flip of his wrist, he had already touched the pure Jun sword in his hand.

With the wind at this moment, there is a bright Xuanguang around his body, coupled with the colorful sword light around Chunjun, it is like the Immortal Emperor above the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world! The colorful sword light opens and closes, gushing like a sea tide, and ten thousand laws are inviolable. The dark light spit out by the Demon God Phantom was even more unstained, and the long sword slashed straight down, as if it had broken into the water waves.

"This ...... Sure enough, it's the sword technique of the Dao......" Doutian's face changed greatly, and he didn't know if it was because he was physically exhausted, or if his heart was shaken. He took several steps back before he stabilized his figure.

Dumbfounded looking at the wind in mid-air, holding the long sword in his hand, he easily slashed the gluttony in half with a sword like cutting a watermelon in the low roar of the gluttonous demon god phantom.

With the wind, the stench of blood that dissipated from the gluttony appeared, and he was still dressed in white and dusty. Then, without stopping, it rushed straight down, and the long sword stabbed at Doutian's chest with a shock.

A blood-red light suddenly flashed, hovering between the wind and the sky. It was the talisman of the sky, skimmed away with the wind and cold eyes, and with a light sword, all the brilliance dissipated. He has put the long sword on Doutian's neck, "This sword is for the girls you have killed." As he spoke, the pure jun in his hand was about to be drawn.

"You can't kill me. Dou Tian looked at the wind in front of him and the sword around his neck, but there was no trace of panic.

“weishenme？”

"Not to mention that for the sake of you and my incense relationship, just because I am a personal disciple of the elders of the Zhou God Sect, you can't kill me," looking at the hesitation that flashed slightly on Sui Feng's face, Dou Tian was a little excited and proud, "If you kill me, it will be you running to the ends of the earth, and my teacher will also kill you! ”

"You don't have to worry about that, you still think about how to get on the road. As he spoke, the long sword that was as cold as his eyes swung down.

Although he was a little curious about what kind of incense he had with him, he still didn't keep his hand.

A wide-eyed head and a cavity of hot blood gushed out, and the so-called Great Sage of Heaven was already dead and could not die anymore.

"This is ......" In the middle of the eyebrows of the head that flew up from the sky, a red light seemed to flash, and it disappeared in a flash.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, there was only the light of two red candles in a dark secret room, and a middle-aged man stood in the middle, who suddenly turned around, half of his face was reflected in the candlelight, and his face was gloomy.

The disciple of Heaven is dead, who killed him? Is there such a powerful person in the mortal world? He looked at the red candle in front of him with a gloomy face, and asked softly.

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