The moonlight fell, Jiang Tingchao was wearing a white robe, reflecting the bright light, cold and noble, and his eyes were like two lightning bolts shooting out of hell, burrowing into people's souls, devouring people's hearts, killing intent like the sea.

A crescent moon sword appeared in his hand, cold and cold, four feet long, hanging low, and the murderous aura that he exhaled made the surrounding trees and leaves fly and wither.

On the other side, Qiu Feng stood calmly, his black hair danced lightly, his eyes were as clear as a hong, his eyelids narrowed slightly, motionless, calmly and calmly looking at Jiang Tingchao, and his momentum was also rising.

The figures of the two are almost the same, and even their faces are somewhat similar, but at this moment, the invisible killing intent is stirring between the two, and before the war starts, it has already made people fall into an ice cellar, both physically and mentally cold, and the powerful battle intent and terrifying murderous aura are permeating.

"Click......"

Not far away, a tree couldn't bear it, the body of the tree cracked, caused by the terrible killing intent, cracked several large cracks, the scene was terrifying.

"Boom-"

Behind Jiang Tingchao, a boulder cracked, the rocks pierced through the air, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Both of them are condensing themselves This is caused by the powerful killing intent, if an ordinary person enters the field, I am afraid that they will be ground into a pulp, this is the confrontation of chemical strength, the strongest known in the world!

"Fluttering—"

Many birds rose into the sky, trying to leave this terrible place, but as soon as they rushed into the air, they suddenly crumbled, becoming one blood flower after another.

On the spot, the form and spirit were destroyed, and there was nothing left, only the blood mist swirled in the two, and the killing intent was like a knife, cutting off all tangible life, but whoever entered it was destroyed.

"Jiang Mingyi, that guy didn't save the galaxy in his last life? Jiang Tingchao is just that, an outcast is so terrible!" Someone whispered in the crowd watching the battle in the distance.

At this moment, Jiang heard the tide move, and he let out a clear roar, and the floating slaughter was in turmoil, the trees trembled, and the residual leaves withered, full of murderous aura.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

Jiang Tingchao came up and exhibited a mastery, this trick is suitable for performing at the moment when the sun is shining, but it is not impossible at this time. The long sword in his hand was blazing with silver light, blooming with a dazzling brilliance, triggering the hazy moonlight, and thousands of terrifying sword rays shot out, like a rainbow, and the qi pierced the sky!

The murderous aura made the heavens and the earth tremble, and the infinite sword light slashed out together, smashing the void, and the pillars of heaven and earth seemed to collapse, destroying the withering and decaying.

"Boom!"

No more, no less, a full 108,000 long swords, each one a hundred feet long, towered in the void, and then slashed down immediately.

This is no longer a sword ray, but turned into a sea of sword qi, and the silver terrifying storm drowned everything, swept forward, destroying all obstacles!

Even if it can be swept away in the face of thousands of troops, let alone concentrated on one person at this time, this kind of power is unimaginable, such as the end of the world is coming, and the heavens and the earth are collapsing.

One hundred and eight thousand silver swords, the swords that were spit out turned into an ocean, devouring everything, sweeping everything, like billions of might!

"Boom!"

Every sword ray is like a flood of monstrous and terrifying, making the people watching the battle from afar cold from head to foot, even if the transformation energy hidden in the distance is also terrifying, how long does it take for Jiang Tingchao to break through the transformation strength to be so powerful, how can it be fought in time?

He alone is enough to be worth thousands of troops and horses, how many people can take over this kind of earth-shattering divine might? Even if he is a figure of the older generation, he has not killed for many years, and there are many old people who are more than 100 years old, and their qi and blood have begun to decay, and most of them will be hated when they come up!

Qiu Feng's heart was awe-inspiring. He and Jiang Tingchao have never met, but the other party's strength is worthy of its name, and this move alone is extremely terrifying.

"Boom!"

Qiu Feng's surroundings were like lightning and thunder, and the endless heaven and earth spirit qi rushed over and submerged him, condensing into a tall city wall, blocking the sword sea from the outside world.

"Hoo ......"

As if there was the initial breath of heaven and earth in the air, the wind and clouds gathered, and the chaotic qi enveloped Qiu Feng, making his figure a little hazy, standing proudly, his clothes fluttering, calmly facing the 108,000 sharp swords, and the solid city wall blocked this terrible swordsmanship.

"Roar!"

Jiang listened to the long roar of the tide, his hair was full of agitation, his eyes were like a heavenly sword, shooting through the void, like a demon god, holding a long sword, unstoppable.

"Die!"

With a long roar in the sky, Jiang Tingchao slashed down with his sword, his blood rushed into the sky, and even the clouds in the sky were shattered, revealing a starry sky, faintly as if it was vibrating and echoing.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

One hundred and eighty-eight thousand swords, tearing the heavens and the earth, slashing into the vaporized city wall, overwhelming the sky, each one is comparable to a famous sword slashing down, what a sharp and powerful attack.

Not only that, but later, in the sea of swords, even small kun was condensed, jumping up, suddenly enlarged, the shape changed, the Peng bird sang for a long time, covering the sky and the sun, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is!

One hundred and eight thousand Tianpeng, overwhelming, all like mercury cast, all of them are hideous, unmatched, spreading their wings to split the heavens and the earth, waving their claws to shatter the void.

The powerful and peerless offensive crisscrossed the heavens and the earth, and a roar was about to collapse this heavenly dome, and the frightened people's hearts were broken.

If the others were bound to die, they would be attacked by so many golden Shenpeng and would have no power to return to the sky, but Qiu Feng was different, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to kill you to despair!"

He stood with one hand, and his fingers were like knives, with a wall in front of him and three feet in the back. Then, Qiu Feng rushed over like lightning, and his hand rose and fell.

Qingfeng was like a green haze, misty in Qiu Feng's hands, drawing out a piece of empty green shadow, but it was terrifying, killing everything. His movements were too fast, ruthlessly attacked, and cut open a Tianpeng, silver light overflowed, as if blood was splashing, he didn't stop, and rushed to the next one.

"Poof, poof, poof—"

He held Qingfeng in his hand and kept chopping, Tianpeng's head fell continuously, and Tianpeng's huge corpse fell into the sky one after another.

"Ahh

Jiang listened to the long roar of the tide, his majestic body cracked the sky, and the snow and silver qi waves rushed to the sky, he waved the crescent moon sword in his hand, and launched the most fierce attack, and the Tianpeng who was trapped in the many obstacles all hissed, burned, and turned into infinite killing light.

However, Qiu Feng is like an absolute master, surrounded by green mangs and thunder, as if opening up the world.

He was unshakable, and all the golden Tianpeng was difficult to approach, and he was constantly slashed by him, one blow at a corpse, and one blow at a bloody mist.

The powerhouses who turned into strength could clearly see that one after another Shenpeng corpses fell, dissipated, and were constantly killed.

The moonlight sprinkled down, and Futu Mountain was shrouded in a layer of silver light, no longer holy, but full of the smell of blood, stacked with countless Tianpeng corpses, a tragic scene.

Qiu Feng's eyes were cold, like the resurrection of Shura, black dancing, holding a blood-dripping Qingfeng, ruthlessly slaughtering, a full 108,000 Tianpeng, all killed.

"Boom!"

In the last shock, the cyclone was surging, Qiu Feng stood with Qingfeng, his clothes were not stained with blood, and he was calm and waveless, like a god with flowers: "What else do you have, just come out, I will kill it today!"

In the distance, everyone was shocked.