Tian Ze looked at Zang Wufeng, his expression became more and more solemn, if it was really as Xiao Qian said, then Zang Wufeng would be really terrifying!

You must know that for a sword cultivator, there is a difference between having a sword spirit and not having a sword spirit, and the strength is almost half the difference.

As an auxiliary force for monks, the sword spirit can not only enhance the power and tenacity of weapons, or bring all kinds of wonderful abilities, but more importantly, the connection between people and swords.

A sword cultivator with a sword spirit swings a sword, and with just one thought, the sword in his hand is like his own arm, almost reaching any place he wants to reach without the slightest delay.

Ordinary people wielding swords require a force to communicate, and the relationship between the two is like that of a master and a slave, which requires a strong whipping or scolding to be driven.

At this time, Zang Wufeng was still hiding clumsy, which was really a little surprising to Tianze, but Tianze also guessed something, presumably Zang Wufeng must have some unspeakable secrets.

Tian Ze stood up, slowly moved the bones of his body, and said, "You don't seem to have done your best!"

Zang Wufeng felt Tian Ze's gaze focused on the Cihong Sword in his hand, and instantly understood what he was referring to, and suddenly smiled: "Your sword spirit really senses it, yes, the Cihong Sword in my hand is still less than thirty percent powerful." Do you want to get a taste of its true strength?"

Tian Ze grabbed the Demon Heaven Weapon until he hid Wufeng's eyebrows, and said coldly: "Okay!"

As soon as the words fell, Tianze had already raised his sword to kill, and his momentum was incomparable like a tiger descending the mountain.

Zang Wufeng was slightly startled, he wanted to scare Tianze, but he didn't expect that the other party was not fooled, so he also jumped out.

In the sky, Tian Ze and Zang Wufeng went back and forth for dozens of rounds, and every time they came into contact, they would trigger bursts of sword sounds.

"Sure enough, you have a limit!"

Tian Ze stabbed back with a sword, and his body turned sharply into the wind, spinning and slashing the throat of the hidden blade.

Zang Wufeng was speechless, but the power in his hand was a little greater, and he blocked the Demon Heaven Weapon with a single move to split the mountain.

For a while, the two of them were in a state of strength in the air, and their swords collided with each other, trying their best.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in Tianze's mind, and he actually gave birth to a resourceful plan that had not been seen since ancient times.

"Hide Wufeng! Your pants are off!"

Zang Wufeng sneered: "When I was a child!"

Tian Ze smiled even more: "It's really gone!"

"What!"

Zang Wufeng suddenly felt that his lower body was cold, and a cool breeze kept shuttling back and forth under his crotch, and in a trance, he actually remembered the picture of swinging in open crotch pants when he was a child.

Zang Wufeng suddenly felt bad, and hurriedly withdrew his left hand and lowered his head to pull his pants.

"It's now!"

Tian Ze's eyes suddenly opened angrily, and the electric wire on the eyeball of his left eye walked quickly, like Lei Ze condensed, his eyeballs reversed, and he saw the lotus eyes of all beings.

Between the lightning and flint, a blood-colored lotus flower flew out of the lotus eye, and the blood-colored lotus petals spun sharply, like a gluttonous blood mouth, and bit towards Zang Wufeng's head.

At this time, Zang Wufeng's attention was all on his lower body, and he suddenly felt a nameless wind full of murderous aura appear in his ears. In a hurry, Zang Wufeng's pants were not mentioned, and his head was not even returned, and he hurriedly withdrew more than ten zhang, only to see that the person who came was actually a spinning blood-colored lotus.

Zang Wufeng didn't expect Tian Ze to be so despicable, he actually used the control technique to take off his pants, and in annoyance and anger, he tore his pants and completely became a naked person.

However, the speed of the blood-colored lotus flower is also undiminished, and its volume is also increasing, piercing the wind and clouds, vowing to swallow the hidden blade.

At present, Zang Wufeng has lost his mind, and the most basic dignity and shame of human beings have been abandoned by him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a walking corpse who only knows how to kill and rob.

"Candle Dust Huachen Yuhu!"

The blade of the Zang Wufeng sword twisted, and a sword slashed out nearly a thousand fire curved sword elements, condensing into a red thorn shield around the body, and countless sword blades formed a defense like a hedgehog.

But the mysterious power of the Lotus Eyes of all living beings was not afraid of this, and the blood-colored lotus flower that was already thirty zhang tall opened up layers of sharp petals, swallowing Zang Wufeng in one bite.

Suddenly, a sharp and unbearable sound arose from the blood-colored lotus, like the blades of countless sharp swords pulling vertically, making a maddening sound.

Half a moment later, after Tian Ze felt that there was no longer any life in the blood-colored lotus, he slowly opened the petals.

The moment the lotus flower opened, gurgling blood flowed down the gap between the petals, and then the hidden blade was revealed.

At this time, Zang Wufeng had no life, and the skin all over his body was peeled off by sharp petals, as if it was just spliced together by a few pieces of bright red flesh.

Tian Ze glanced at it lightly, and waved his hand to disperse the power of the Lotus Eyes of all beings.

Zang Wufeng, who had lost the lotus carry, fell weakly, and with a muffled sound, fell into the water.

At this time, Xiao Qian was puzzled: "Boss, where is Ci Hongjian?"

"Ci Hong Sword?" Tian Ze looked at the direction where Zang Wufeng fell suspiciously, recalling the picture of Fang Cai in his mind, and his expression suddenly became solemn: "Yes! Ci Hong Sword is gone!"

Tian Ze hurriedly asked, "Xiao Qian, do you know what's going on here?"

Xiao Qian shook his head: "I don't know, but I always have a strange feeling in my heart, it seems that something is wrong." ”

Tian Ze said: "In this case, let's take a good look at it again, we must find the body of Zang Wufeng, and there must be no unexpected changes!"

With that, Tianze plunged into the water.

According to the location of Zang Wufeng's fall into the water in his memory, Tian Ze scattered his Yuan Zhi and searched repeatedly under the water, but he did not find Zang Wufeng's body, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

In desperation, Tian Ze had no choice but to give up, and after a short understanding of the situation, Tian Ze turned into a streamer of light and headed towards the Holy Academy.

At the same time, the battle between the eldest grandson Hongyi and Ji Yuqi was also coming to an end.

Although the realm cultivation of the eldest grandson Hongyi is eightfold in the combined realm, Ji Yuqi is already the ninth level of the combined realm, and the eldest grandson Hongyi is old and limai, so he can't compete with young talents like Ji Yuqi at all, so he has always been at a disadvantage.

The two fought for hundreds of rounds, and Ji Yuqi had the help of the Wanjun Skull Demon Sword, and he simply beat the eldest grandson Hongyi to the point that he had no backhand.

At this time, Ji Yuqi punched the eldest grandson Hongyi in the face again, knocking the eldest grandson Hongyi a hundred feet away.

Ji Yuqi took out a snow-white silk scarf, gently wiped the blood on his fist, and sneered: "General Changsun, is your blood enough?

The eldest grandson Hongyi panted heavily, staring at Ji Yuqi with dead eyes, not caring about the bridge of his nose that had collapsed.

"Ji Yuqi! You rebel, you dare to seek the position of the emperor and saint!

Ji Yuqisen smiled coldly: "When you are punished?" Ji Yuqi's figure disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the eldest grandson Hongyi.

Flying again, Ji Yuqi kicked the eldest grandson Hongyi into the sky, and waved his hand to transform into a gorgeous execution platform.

The eldest grandson Hongyi fell heavily on this stage, Ji Yuqi turned into a streamer, stepped forward and stepped on the back of the eldest grandson Hongyi, his eyes were full of indifference.

"I don't want the eldest grandson Hongyi to die!

As soon as the words fell, all the soldiers were shocked and stopped and looked up.

What the soldiers saw when they raised their eyes was the collapse of faith: General Changsun was trampled under his feet, and he had no backhand!

Ji Yuqi smiled even more: "Everyone, I want you to point at the eldest grandson Hongyi and laugh loudly!"

No one dared to laugh.

With a wave of Ji Yuqi's right hand, the soldiers under his command clenched their weapons tightly, and their eyes were full of killing intent.

Ji Yuqi said coldly: "This saint has no habit of saying it a second time! If you don't laugh, he will die!"

In desperation, those soldiers of the eldest grandson Hongyi could only raise their hands and laugh.

They laughed loudly, like thunder, and hot tears came out of them, tears of humiliation.

The eldest grandson Hongyi looked at the soldiers below and laughed against his will, his heart was like being pricked by a needle, and he said angrily: "Ji Yuqi! If you become a king or lose a villain, you will kill if you want to, and the eldest grandson Hongyi will not even frown a point! But at least you still have the heart of respecting the old and loving the young!"

"Respect the old and love the young?" Ji Yuqi looked up to the sky and smiled, as if he had heard the funniest fool in his life.

"General Changsun, do you still remember when Ben Sheng was thirteen years old? Ben Sheng sat on Ji Junxian's chair because of labor, and you stripped off his clothes and pants and beat him with 300 rods in front of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces! 300 rods! At that time, when you were facing a child, how could you have the heart of respecting the old and loving the young!"

The eldest grandson Hongyi said angrily: "The dragon chair is the only throne of the emperor saint! Only the emperor saint can sit in the whole world! You sit arrogantly, if you are not severely punished, I am afraid that you will break the discipline in the future!"

"Besides, nearly six hundred years have passed since that incident!

When Ji Yuqi heard this, a nameless fire rose angrily, lifted the huge Wanjun Skull Demon Sword, and stabbed a sword at the right wrist of the eldest grandson Hongyi.

Because the blade of the Wan Jun Skull Demon Sword was too wide, it was actually a sword that cut off the right palm of the eldest grandson Hongyi.

Ji Yuqi listened to the miserable cry of the eldest grandson Hongyi, and his eyes were slightly dark, as if he was listening to the most beautiful music in the world.

Suddenly, Ji Yuqi suddenly exerted force on his feet, and trampled on the eldest grandson Hongyi with one kick to spit blood, and said fiercely: "Six hundred years! Even if six thousand years have passed since that incident! Sixty thousand years! I will never forget it! Do you know how much damage the three hundred rods brought to the soul of the saint! Wake up in a dream, cry in the dark, you will not understand these tastes! And you have no chance to understand! But for your righteous son and those who love you, this saint will generously grant them this opportunity today! How? Do you feel that this saint is very generous?"

The eldest grandson Hongyi's eyes were blood-red with anger: "You beast! You devil! You will have retribution!"

Ji Yuqi slowly lowered his head, his face almost touched the eldest grandson Hongyi, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said with a smile: "Yes, I am a beast, I am a devil, but all this is caused by you! As for retribution...... You can't see it!"

As soon as the words fell, Ji Yuqi raised the Wanjun Skull Demon Sword with both hands, just like the execution of the god of death:

If there is an afterlife, don't take a fork in the road to seek revenge!"

"Boom!"

With a crisp sound of a sword cutting through the cervical vertebrae, the former founding veteran of Zhongshenzhou, Changsun Hongyi, was hit by a sword head.