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The person in front of him was not a disciple of the Ning Han Sect. 2.

The moment the blood-colored demon god condensed and appeared, everyone realized this reality.

The viscous blood flowed on the blood-colored demon god, as if it had melted wax and rolled, and the smell of blood was a little disgusting and unbearable.

The blood-colored demon god breathed quickly and heavily, and a stream of dead air erupted from his nostrils, flowing against his blood-surging body, turning into a layer of black clothing.

Chu Feng was silent and looked at the elders.

He didn't rush to make a move, because his mind became unusually calm under the rage, and he was thinking about how to fight, in order to have a few chances of winning, in order to fight a bloody way.

But no matter how he calculates, he is in a situation where he must lose, not because the opponent is too strong, but because there are too many opponents.

The four eighth-order elders, if you count Xun Ruo and Xiao Yueyi, are six.

What's more, there are also some seventh-order monks eyeing them.

He was only an eighth-order early stage, even if the quality of his true qi was far superior to that of most eighth-order early stage cultivators, he was still a person after all.

And the opponent, six eighth-order, one of them is the upper eighth-order, his chances of winning are very slim, so slim that they can almost be ignored.

Therefore, after a few calculations, Chu Feng stopped estimating, because such calculations seemed meaningless and ridiculous.

He decided to give it a go, just like when he faced Lu Yu, to let the Blood Demon Sutra completely unfold in his body, and let that murderous battle intent completely dominate his body.

Even if you fall into the devil's path and sink into eternal calamity, you should have no regrets.

Chu Feng hugged the body in his arms tightly, and the demon god behind him clenched the blood-colored long knife in his hand.

The light of the long knife condensed by the blood was dim, but the long knife seemed to become an entity at any time, as if it was about to be conceived from the blood.

It was a long knife full of demonic power, sharp and arrogant, and the first time anyone saw this long knife, it was as if they saw an ancient beast grinding its teeth, gathering momentum, and when it was gaining momentum, it would bite the throat of its prey, and no matter how much struggle it could not escape.

The demon god raised the long knife and held the hilt with both hands, and at that moment, the air pressure within a radius of dozens of zhang suddenly increased, so that even the square bricks of the main hall cracked.

The demon god opened his eyes that had been closed, and blood light erupted from the demon god's eyes, and Chu Feng's eyes also turned into a demonic blood red in an instant, and even his silk was also washed by blood in an instant, shattering the hairpin and rising in the wind.

Every elder felt a heavy coercion, declaring the extraordinaryness of this exercise, so no one was ready to sit still, they didn't want to give Chu Feng another chance to show his might.

"I'll go first, if I'm not defeated, then please ask all Taoist friends for support. The monk in the upper eighth order, who was also the old man with the sword, slowly took a step.

"If I win, there's still a chance to survive. Chu Feng said in a hoarse voice.

Chu Feng's words were said to Xun Ruo and Xiao Yueyi, although he was very reluctant, but he had to do so, because he really didn't have the ability to fight six with one, so he needed to win allies and turn the situation into three against four.

With three against four, it is not a situation of death, nor is it a situation of defeat.

He can still fight with his life, Xun Ruo and Xiao Yueyi can also fight with their lives.

The three of them are all beasts that have been forced to die, and the beasts under the dying, are the most terrifying.

Xun Ruo and Xiao Yueyi nodded slightly, even if Chu Feng beheaded Xun Kan, but now, Chu Feng was indeed the only and last force they could join forces.

Even if you succeed, there is still a possibility of the opposite purpose at any time, but ...... At least it's worth a try.

The more silent the knife in the demon god's hand became, the more dim the light became, and the knife finally completely condensed, becoming an ordinary knife, a dark red knife.

The old man clenched the sword on his back with his backhand.

The sword on his back, although it is not comparable to the piercing night or the condensation, is not an ordinary sword.

It was a sword he had dug up in the deep mud and sand when he was a child playing on the riverbank.

The sword may have been held and fought by an extremely powerful person, but it was eventually abandoned, but it was never willing to be silent.

He was originally a little demon with mediocre qualifications, but because of this sword, he practiced, and he became a genius in the limelight, he climbed to the upper stage of the eighth order, and became a strong man who was proud of the vast majority.

He was as proud and conceited as the sword on his back.

So even though he obviously felt that the opponent's aura was wrong, he was still not afraid, he believed in this sword that had accompanied him for nearly two hundred years, just as this sword believed in him.

He drew his sword slowly, no light or sound, and a sword that had broken jaggedly from the center of the sword was clenched in his hand.

The blade of the sword was covered with mottled rust, the signs of corrosion of time everywhere, and the edge of the sword was already covered with gaps.

Many people have seen this sword, so they don't dare to laugh at this sword, nor dare they laugh at this person who holds the sword.

Because this man and the sword in his hand are very powerful.

In the realm of the upper eighth order, this person was definitely the most powerful type.

"Broken sword Fei Ziping. Chu Feng finally said his name, but there was no change in the slightest, because at this moment, emotions would not have the slightest effect, the opponent would not show mercy to him because of his awe or fear, and he did not need to have awe or fear towards the opponent.

He only had the long-suppressed killing intent, and he wanted to turn it into a knife and slash down on the enemy's body.

Fei Ziping swung his sword, and the sword moved, it was an arrogant battle intent, arrogant and never yielding, and he wanted to pierce the sky and stab at Chu Feng.

This battle spirit is very magnificent, such as a long river, like a nine-day waterfall, without any tricks, the shot is a simple and direct word: kill!

The demon god looked at the sword light that stabbed out, and was silent, and the knife he clenched slammed down.

The knife was still silent, no storm, no light, and no vision, just a simple and ordinary knife.

But no one dared to underestimate this knife, because at the moment when the demon god swung the knife, all the three-foot-thick square bricks within a radius of dozens of zhang with Chu Feng as the center of the circle shattered into ashes, rising and dissipating in the wind, and the earth under the bricks also appeared cracks, shattered and opened, revealing the barren earth, and even the leylines seeped out from the cracks, making a gust of wind whimpering.

This knife is pure brute force, simpler than Fei Ziping's long river waterfall, and even simpler, it is a knife that is cut down, looking at this knife, I don't even know what else to think, I only see the knife that is cut down.

The knife cuts and the water continues to flow, but the knife is drawn to cut off the water and the water flows even more.

But at this moment, it is difficult to say whether this knife will cut the water or not, because this knife has already shocked the earth.

The waterfall of the long river, as scheduled, soft but domineering, has been moving forward, there is no room to take back, the river is rushing, never looking back.

The same is true of this long river waterfall, only to move forward, and there will never stop.

Chu Feng didn't move, just watched the knife fall down, looked at Xiao Yuehuan with a smile on the corner of his mouth in his arms, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The moment Chu Feng closed his eyes, the knife finally changed.

On the knife, a pair of eyes appeared, identical to the blood demon's eyes, and a luster like blood escaped from those eyes, making it difficult to look at directly.

It's hard to tell what a knife with eyes is, but this knife is definitely not a simple knife, and it is no longer an ordinary knife.

If I had to say it, it might be a magic knife.

The knife slash fell on the waterfall of the long river, as if it was a dam falling from the sky, thus blocking the direction of the long river and cutting off the root of the waterfall.

The long river blocked by the embankment lingered, the waterfall that had been cut off from its source dried up, the river roared, and the accumulated sword momentum gradually piled up, trying to break the embankment.

But the eyes on the embankment were very contemptuous, contemptuous and unwilling to give this long river of momentum.

Those eyes were also looking at the mountains, and they were full of greed and longing.

There was a lot of blood on the mountain, a lot of blood that had not dried up, the smell of death and the gore that permeated the air, full of temptation, more than anything else.

If you cut off the person in front of you, you can go and enjoy a feast.

His eyes fell on Fei Ziping's body, which made Fei Ziping feel a chill inexplicably.

But Fei Ziping was not afraid, nor did he change his moves, the long river waterfall is such a simple move, its end is the sea, or it is exhausted.

As soon as he made a move, Fei Ziping never thought of leaving a back hand for himself, nor did he think about leaving a back hand for his opponent.

The long knife finally began to tremble, no matter how impregnable the embankment, it could not prevent the endless accumulation of rivers, and the dam was about to burst.

Once the levee collapses, it means that everything downstream will be destroyed in the endless long river sword, no matter what, it will be difficult to stop the flood that bursts the levee.

Chu Feng still didn't move, but his lips were slightly open, and he said in a leisurely voice: "Actually...... It's not a knife, it's a ......"

"Sword. ”

The top of Huai Mountain.

The two figures standing side by side silently looked at everything that was being born under the Huai Mountain.

"Sure enough, he still caused something superfluous. A voice said coldly, "Do you still want to intervene to save him in this case? If you do, he may really become the public enemy of the Six Realms." ”

"As long as it doesn't affect the big picture. Sima Lang frowned, "The news of his death here spreads, and if Heavenly Court kills both the skirt and Duan Yanming, your next plan will no longer be able to unfold, right?"

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