Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword came to Chen Zimeng, and Chen Zimeng knew that he was in danger!

Raising his eyes to look at Zhang Qiancheng, Lian Fenghuo trembled, but with the tenacity and sharpness of Lian Fenghuo, he was still blocked in the air, and on the sword body, the first of the nine inscriptions shone slightly, and in an instant, it was a few points again.

Chen Zimeng controlled the flying sword under his feet to constantly block in front of him, and the sword array exploded one after another, and one after another spiritual power vibrated in the air to form one wave after another, spreading to all around.

Chen Zimeng miscalculated one thing, Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword actually had more than one.

On the other side of the round platform, Zhang Qiancheng waved his sleeves open, revealing a small pocket sword tied to his wrist.

The small sword glowed, hanging in front of his chest, blocking the flames of Lian Fenghuo, no matter how hard he exerted his strength, he could never pierce the defense.

Lian Fenghuo trembled, and the first of the nine inscriptions on the sword body no longer just glowed slightly, but lit up directly, and for a while, Lian Fenghuo emitted extremely sharp aura fluctuations.

Chen Zimeng only had countless shields in front of him, and there was no spiritual power left in the dantian, Chen Zimeng circulated the spiritual power between the meridians, his hands were sealed, turning into a phantom, and a talisman in his arms emitted a dazzling light, and then jumped in front of him and burst open.

It was the attack talisman that Murong Yicang bought through the vole, but Chen Zimeng did not need to attack Zhang Qiancheng, but used a powerful attack to defuse Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword attack.

Sometimes attack is the best defense!

Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword was knocked down, and at the other end, he was trying his best to resist Lian Fenghuo, and he couldn't spare the energy to control the flying sword here to attack.

In Zhang Qiancheng's mind, with the strength of the Bai Ye Sect, even if Chen Zimeng had a deep opportunity, the quality of the flying sword that could be refined or nurtured could not be very high, so he planned to destroy Lian Fenghuo with his flying sword.

But with the mystery of the beacon fire, Chen Zimeng didn't know its origin, how could it be easily destroyed.

Sure enough, Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword stabbed at Lian Fenghuo, and Lian Fenghuo only trembled slightly, but then turned into a sharp sword and attacked Zhang Qiancheng again.

But Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword was constantly vibratory, and Zhang Qiancheng clearly felt a sense of sadness transmitted back by his flying sword!

His face changed, and Zhang Qiancheng roared angrily, "Impossible! What kind of flying sword are you, how can it be tougher than my Night Sky Sword!"

"My flying sword is extraordinary!" replied coldly, the long dragon of the sword formation composed of ordinary flying swords under Chen Zimeng was actually resisting Zhang Qiancheng's first flying sword attack, and it had consumed as much as half of it.

Now the round platform is full of flying sword fragments, the disciples outside the field are all surprised, the number of flying swords actually depends on who uses them, for them, those three or five flying swords are enough, any more is a burden, not necessarily a good thing!

But it was different for Chen Zimeng, the flying sword was the foundation of his endless sword formation to a certain extent, and the more reserves, the better it would naturally be when fighting.

Zhang Qiancheng's face was gloomy, and he retreated, he found that the Night Sky Sword alone was not enough to block Lian Fenghuo, and then beckoned, and the flying sword that fell on the round platform below Chen Zimeng jumped up, and came to Lian Fenghuo and the Night Sky Sword was one big and one small, one after the other, besieging and leaving.

Seeing this, Chen Zimeng controlled Lian Fenghuo a little and retreated, he clearly knew that a family as powerful as the Evil Sword Zhang Family must have that unique sword control method, or magic weapon, or secret move, but Chen Zimeng couldn't take it.

Even Fenghuo is only a small refining level so far, there is still a big gap to reach the level of divine refining, if Zhang Qiancheng detains Lian Fenghuo by some means, then Chen Zimeng doesn't even have a chance to admit defeat, only a dead word!

Lian Fenghuo turned around and slowly walked around Chen Zimeng, drawing arcs one after another in the air.

Zhang Qiancheng spread out his hands, and the two flying swords fell on the palms of his palms, and the flying swords, which he called Yetian, became smaller and rotated at high speed from left to right.

The other is aimed directly at Chen Zimeng, the sword body trembles, the sword chants, and the back and forth are endless!

"Two flying swords, one nine-tailed, one Yetian, Chen Zimeng, as I said at the beginning, I hope you can bring me an accident, but I didn't expect that what you brought me really didn't disappoint me, even incredible, you can make all my flying swords born!"

After a pause, Zhang Qiancheng put his hands together, and the two flying swords actually merged together in an instant, and suddenly, an extremely cold aura greeted Chen Zimeng.

Chen Zimeng beckoned, held the beacon fire in his hand, looked ahead vigilantly, one after another waves of air out of thin air, scattered around, setting off a gust of cold wind, the wind blew on Chen Zimeng's face, lifted the broken hair on his forehead, and his clothes flew in the wind!

"The stronger the prey, the more excited the hunter is, Chen Zimeng, you can't escape after all!"

Bowing his head slightly, he glanced at the flying sword fragments on the platform, Chen Zimeng's heart moved slightly, and his body slowly fell down.

"But you, the hunter, really don't necessarily have the ability to take my prey! instead, you will be stabbed by the prey in your eyes!" Chen Zimeng's body continued downward, and soon he was only a few feet high from the round platform.

At this time, Zhang Qiancheng waved his hand, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand pointed to a gray flying sword in front of him, which was the form of the two flying swords of Yetian and Nine-Tails.

Chen Zimeng was very surprised, in the sword cultivation notebook that Lu Feng gave him, it was clearly recorded that if the sword cultivator had two or even more flying swords, he needed to pay attention to the fusion of flying swords!

This is a special method of attacking the enemy by using a unique means to temporarily fuse flying swords.

Generally speaking, after refining the sword cultivation flying sword, it will have its own unique attribute, or the trapping method of imprisoning the enemy, or the sharp killing power, and some other extraordinary abilities.

But it has also been discovered that a flying sword often has only one ability, and there will never be a situation where two abilities coexist.

So there are people who look for ways to combine these abilities.

And this method is to breed multiple flying swords, and finally use special means to control the fusion of flying swords, so that the flying swords can be greatly powerful, whether it is attacking the enemy or defending, it can get twice the result with half the effort.

A flying sword is not perfect, and it cannot have the abilities that the rest of the flying swords may have, so let the rest of the flying swords coexist with him, even if it is a very short fusion time, it can win the victory for the master.

But there is also a limitation, that is, the attributes between the flying sword and the flying sword must be integrated, otherwise it will be the end of the sword destruction.

No surprises!

In the cultivation realm, among the thousands of cultivators, it is difficult to have a sword cultivator, and among the thousands of sword cultivators, it is difficult for one to be able to fly the sword together.

Chen Zimeng's face was solemn, and he removed the flying sword under his feet and fell straight on the round platform, stepping on the many flying sword fragments, making an extremely crisp clicking sound.

Overhead, about hundreds of flying swords swirled and fluttered, forming a sword formation, but they were all defensive sword formations.

Chen Zimeng was not sure whether he would accept Zhang Qiancheng's move, the flying sword fused, and in an instant, the flying sword had two or more ability bonuses, and the attack that broke out was several times more than the original.

A gray sword stabbed straight ahead, and the sword array above his head trembled, but with the deafening "click" and "click" sound, flying sword fragments continued to fall around Chen Zimeng, and the curtain around the round platform was even cracked, spreading to all sides.

Chen Zimeng raised the Lian Beacon Fire, but a gray light flashed, and Chen Zimeng only felt a pain in his heart.

The Wudao people made a move, jumping directly from the high platform, Ning Qin sacrificed a long sword and ran to the stage, Murong Yicang, Zhong Fei, Bai Dao, Feng Ling and the others were completely desperate and ran to the stage.

High in the sky, Zhang Qiancheng's face was hideous, and there was only a wisp of blood in his eyes that the flying sword pierced Chen Zimeng's heart.

Chen Zimeng's body fell backwards, and he used the last trace of spiritual power to control the Lianfeng Fire in his hand to turn into a phantom and run towards his body, landing on the sword platform, protecting his heart.

This is his last chance!

Time seemed to stand still, but no one saw it, in Chen Zimeng's dantian, the huge whirlpool was already full of golden light, a phantom rushed out of the whirlpool, feeling the invasion of Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword, in an instant, rushed out of the dantian, wandered all over the meridians, and instantly came to Chen Zimeng's heart, the phantom raised his head, and a hiss resounded through the sky.

"Chirp~"

The phantom gradually solidified, and suddenly it was one, a golden phoenix!

The golden light burst out, Zhang Qiancheng's face was full of horror, and the faces of the Daoist changed dramatically in an instant, and before Ning Qin and the others could react, their bodies still rushed towards the round platform.

In an instant, everyone heard that hiss in their ears, Ning Qin's eyes were full of doubts, Chen Zimeng in his eyes was full of golden light, and the huge golden phoenix phantom appeared directly on the round platform, raising his head towards the sky, his wings spread, and for a while, between heaven and earth, only golden light was permeated!

"Chirp~"

A ripple streaked across the sky, and in an instant, countless figures in the field froze in the air, and a leaf flew with the wind, but the ripple slashed, stopped, and the ripple was far away, and the speed was unimaginable.

The golden phoenix hissed, the sound went away, and it spread throughout the entire Zhongzhou in an instant, and when it arrived at the soil, it crossed the grassland, and almost at the same time, it reached Tianhe Sea, and the sea surface directly stirred up a layer of waves.

On the sea of Tianhe, a huge island, on a sea cliff, a young man holds a fishing rod in his hand, his feet are naked, hanging down the cliff, dangling.

The sound of the phoenix came, and the young man's expression became sluggish for a moment, and then turned into a handful of waves and flowed down the cliff into the sea.

After the boy disappeared, the island rumbled and shook, and a head was raised from under the sea, and its huge eyes looked at Zhongzhou, full of horror.

It turns out that the island is not really an island, but a giant tortoise!

......

In the land of Zhongzhou, on the top of a towering mountain, an old man opened his eyes from meditation, and in his eyes, there was no pupil, and his eyes were full of white haze.

Behind the old man, a bamboo stick broke and fell to the ground, but before it touched the ground, it had already turned into flying ashes!

The old man spoke softly, his voice was hazy and unreal!

"Phoenix Robbery...... Mantra ......"

......

The capital of the Tang Dynasty, the giant stargazing platform of a hundred zhang stands straight between heaven and earth, at the highest point of the platform, an old man heard the roar of the phoenix in the distance, opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to pinch the trick non-stop, for a long time, he stood up with a flick of his sleeves, sacrificed the flying sword, and flew out of the sky for several miles.

After a while, a middle-aged man dressed in a golden robe embroidered with a majestic five-clawed golden dragon slowly walked into the room at the top of the building.

Looking around the empty room, the monarch walked straight to the side wall, reached out and took down a note.

"Emperor, the phoenix was born, and the heir of the curse sect is already the ninth, this is our last chance!

......

Yunxi Sect, the largest sect in Zhongzhou, the old man of Yunxi was dressed in white, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, he closed his eyes slightly, sighed, shook his head and said nothing! Standing on the cliff for a long time, he walked into the distance, his back was gloomy!

"The catastrophe in the world will start today, perhaps, it will start a long time ago! How many people will die in this toss?"

......

The phoenix roars, the world is shocked!