Ling Feng wiped his oil-stained mouth casually with his hand sleeve, "Have you eaten enough?" Blood Kill floated in the air, his face stiff, this bastard boy, what kind of person is the old man, he actually grilled fish for him, if it weren't for... Thinking of this, he sighed heavily.

"Hmm!" Ling Feng nodded with satisfaction, indicating that he was satisfied, and the blood kill floated in the air, "Since you are full, let's start today's task, use Xuan Qi to perform your sword technique and cut off the waterfall." ”

"What!?"

Ling Feng looked at the blood killing in disbelief and said, "I haven't expanded the Spirit Palace yet, how can I have enough Xuan Qi to perform swordsmanship"

"I don't care, you look at it," Bloodkill said indifferently, then turned around and disappeared, but at the same time, the milky way-like waterfall was split in two, the incision was extremely smooth, and the water stagnated in mid-air for a moment, and then slammed down.

The huge waves surrounded Ling Feng like a spirit, and he looked up at the lake dome above him and muttered, "Revenge, proper revenge." ”

A few seconds later, the water dome fell and drowned Ling Feng in it, and a few minutes later, Ling Feng sat there cross-legged with wet water, his red hair dripping with water, he stood up unconvinced, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, looked at the raging waterfall above his head, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You're done." ”

......

In the secluded Qingxuan Mountain Range, one by one the demon beasts hid in it, waiting for the prey to open their mouths to swallow them, and somewhere on the lake, a figure kept waving the long sword in his hand, and constantly bloomed red sword light and slashed towards the waterfall, but it was as calm as a needle falling into the sea.

"Three thousand fallen leaves!"

“......”

"Three thousand fallen leaves!"

“......”

"Falling leaves!"

“......”

Ling Feng continued to wield the iron sword, and after a few minutes, he slammed the sword into the stone, and lay on the cold stone with a big bang, his chest continued to rise and fall, and hot currents erupted from his nostrils.

After resting for a while, Ling Feng stood up again, and used Xuan Qi to vaporize the water on his body, he used various methods for more than three hours, but he couldn't really cut off the waterfall, just cut out countless snowflakes, and the power couldn't be condensed into a point.

At this time, the blood kill floated out again, and said leisurely: "Stupid, if you use that swordsmanship, you won't change, depending on the other party's state, control the force at one point, won't your swordsmanship change again?"

Hearing this, Ling Fengjun's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "I'm not, listen to the will of the Venerable." Bloodkill smiled noncommittally and stood aside and looked at him.

Feeling the "hot" gaze of the blood killing, Ling Feng secretly thought in his heart, "I can't lose the face of our thirteen princes", and then focused his attention on his eyes, holding the long sword obliquely with one hand and pointing at the ground, he couldn't hear the beast roaring and the eagle cry in his ears, and he couldn't see the white water gushing in his eyes, some were just a river that fell from the sky and flowed slowly, and the convex stones that slapped on the cliff fell down again.

Every time he fell on the rocks, there would be a gap in the river, and the clear water would lap on his face, but he didn't feel the slightest feeling, and time would always pass very slowly and slowly at some point......

In the quiet world, an ethereal voice suddenly reverberated slowly, accompanied by a terrifying sword light that crossed the world.

"Three thousand, falling leaves!"

In that billionth of a second, the long sword in Ling Feng's hand was cut out, and the wrist led the hand, and the hand drove the meridians, and finally triggered the Spirit Palace, and all the Xuan Qi in the whole body gathered in the sword.

A sword to the world!

The surging water dragon was cut off again, but it only lasted less than a second and returned to its original state, and at the same time, the steel long sword in Ling Feng's hand exploded into countless iron filings like a lake, and there was a splash of water around it, and even a piece of blood red appeared in some places.

With a proud smile on his face, he raised his head and looked at the blood kill, there was still surprise on the blood kill's face, the moment just now was too fast, if he wasn't in this form, he might not be able to see Ling Feng's movements clearly.

Seeing this kid's face, Blood Killer shook his head and said, "There is no soul in the air." After criticizing a sentence, he said: "But with your current realm, live up to your name as the thirteenth son, next I will teach you seven swords, practice this sword, it is enough." ”

Ling Feng's heart was secretly moving, Seven Swords! Looking at that translucent figure with burning eyes, he had never dared to be sure, now was the time to be sure.

I saw that the bloody figure disappeared, and it was already in front of the waterfall again, and then red qi waves continued to pour out from him, and the sky and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles were shrouded in red Xuan Qi.

No matter how many hundred or thousands of years of demon beasts trembled when they looked at this place, they lowered their proud heads here, and the eagle and handsome bird flew down to the sky, put away the unruly feather flames, and waited respectfully.

The blood-colored sky slowly condensed into a whirlpool, constantly condensing, and a huge and incomparably large long sword was inserted behind the blood kill, getting smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a blood-colored long sword of equal length.

The blood and light at the blade of the sword flowed, the blade flowed like blood and water, the hilt of the sword was dazzling throughout, and all kinds of light were constantly changing, but the most frightening thing was that with the change of color, the mood would also change with the change of color, joy, anger, sorrow, resentment, panic, fear, trembling, despair and all kinds of emotions were unsettling.

This holy sword took the initiative to float in front of the blood kill, and the blood kill big hand held it, looking at the sword that followed his life softly in his eyes, and the infinite killing intent suddenly bloomed in his eyes, and the waterfall suddenly exploded into two water holes.

"This sword, should take the world as its own responsibility, should take the other world as the sky, and should take the troubled times as the leader!"

This voice seemed to enter everyone's soul, and hundreds of millions of people on the mainland raised their heads at the same time, and couldn't help but look at the same place, they didn't know why they did it, but they felt that they needed to do it.

East, the top of the sun

The three old men looked here, the six pairs of divine eyes seemed to pierce the heavens and the earth, and in their eyes there was a red light in the distance, one of the purple-haired old men snorted coldly, and turned away with an iron face, the person had left, but the strange voice did not disperse for a long time.

"Dead but not stiff!"

The other two looked at each other, both shaking their heads and sighing.

......

At this moment, Blood Kill held his head high, his eyes looked at the east, his expression was as if he was confronting someone, the red holy light surrounded his body, and he grabbed the bright holy sword in his hand and slashed towards the east.

"A sword in the sky!"

A terrifying scene suddenly appeared, only to see that the waterfall was actually suspended in the air at this moment, a long milky way-like waterfall in the sky rotated wildly like a drill, and the water waves collided with each other and made a clanging sound like iron.

The flesh and bones of the demon beasts in the water were torn inch by inch and fused into the water, and the water flow was actually refined into a giant sword, a giant sword thousands of meters long.

The blood killing sword was like a slash, the giant swords in the sky moved together, and then the world moved together, the wind and thunder moved together, and a sword slashed to the east, the space shattered, and time stood still.

In the distant Oriental Secret Realm, countless figures flickered, the Divine Pavilion was brocade, the fairy mist was soaring, and suddenly the wind was strong, and a black crack appeared in the sky, in which the sky thunder rolled, the purple light shuttled, a giant sword appeared, a sword split, the sky was divided into two, the stars were clearly visible, the sunlight was obscured by the sword light, and the holy land here became extremely dark.

Under the powerful pressure, countless disciples were overwhelmed, and they fell to the ground unable to move, their backs were like a mountain, and their eyes looked at the scene of the destruction of the world above their heads in fear.

"Presumptuous!"

There was an angry shout between heaven and earth, the sound came from afar, and a person suddenly appeared under the blade of the giant sword, grabbing the blade with one hand, the purple hair flew wildly, and the whole body robe was brushed, and it was as small as an ant under the giant sword, and the thunder struck him on the face and hand but there was no damage in the slightest, just a crackling electric light.

The old man's five fingers tightened, and the blade of the sword that he grabbed clattered and shattered, and in the blink of an eye, the giant sword was covered with dense cracks, and the old man's forehead was bruised, obviously not so easy as it seemed.

The purple light of his whole body became more and more intense, and countless heavenly thunders crashed into his body uncontrollably, and as more and more heavenly thunders entered his body, purple-gold electric light actually appeared all over the old man's body, and the space was melted by the thunder light, and the surroundings were empty.

"The dignity of the family is not something you can shake alone, this is the thousand-year-old heritage of the family, you alone, no!"

The old man opened his mouth and roared, thunder light shot out of his mouth as he spoke, and his eyes also had thunder light blooming, like the thunder god between heaven and earth, and thunder poured into every gap of the giant sword from the old man's five fingers.

The original thousand-meter giant sword was extremely bright at the moment, and the golden light shone on the heavens and the earth, and then the sword blade slowly turned its head and pointed at the void crack, and the old man appeared ghostly at the hilt of the sword, and a punch blasted out, and a thousand-meter-large fist appeared in the sky and smashed into the hilt, and the space that had been shattered finally collapsed at this moment, exploding like fragments.

Countless voids flowed around, and the places they passed disappeared strangely, the canopy disappeared, the incision was extremely smooth, the head fell to the ground, the body disappeared, and two old men appeared in the sky, their palms raised, and some kind of fluctuation came out of their hands, only to see that the crack in the sky slowly converged, and healed inch by inch.

The wind and waves slowly disappeared, and the original holy land was in shambles, and the disciples stood up with palpitations, trembling, only those with high strength could still talk eloquently.

Just when they thought it was okay, the crack actually cracked again, and the blood slaughter in the distant Qingxuan Mountain Range turned a blind eye to the thunder sword that tore through the sky, and once again held the holy sword in his hand and slashed it at the east.

"Two Swords Flood Desolation!"

When this sword was swung down, the ancient aura permeated the surroundings, there was no monstrous sword intent, there was no shocking might, there was only the prosperity of the ancient generals, one after another desolate beasts roared in the sky, and the demon beasts of the Qingxuan Mountain Range trembled uncontrollably, it was the throbbing of blood, instinctive fear and fear.

Among these illusory beasts, there is another fierce beast that is the most eye-catching, Xu, who is golden and thousands of feet high, with two eyes, four claws, six wings and eight souls, is shaking a golden hair, and from time to time there are clusters of flames falling, igniting the trees of the Qingxuan Mountain Range, but it does not burn.

Because those flames would instantly turn to ashes as soon as they touched an object, those illusory ancient beasts seemed to be alive and far away from Xu, for fear that it would kill itself.

Xu slowly began to run, and the beasts followed it and began to run in the air, and the fat relics flew over the thunder sword in an instant, not caring about the thunder and lightning around the body, and the beasts followed it fearlessly, and the four hooves of the beast stepped down in the air, and one by one the depressions appeared in the air, as if the space was heavily stepped on, bypassing the thunder sword and running towards the darkness of nothingness.