Seeing that he was in a stalemate with Wang Hu, Zi Feng changed a set of swordsmanship, and as soon as the swordsmanship was displayed this time, the sword qi around his body hissed, and the cold air raged.

Wang Hu saw that Zi Feng had changed a set of swordsmanship, so he had to whisper a sentence of "Blood Shadow Knife Technique" and then the knife was even faster, and the sword was covered with blood, and the knife was even more powerful. And the evil qi all over his body has increased greatly, and the ghosts formed by the evil qi around him are screaming and chaotic, Wang Hu wants to disturb Zi Feng's mind and affect Zi Feng's sword momentum.

But Zi Feng's sword heart is thorough, and these ghost tricks can't disturb Zi Feng's mind at all, let alone affect Zi Feng's sword momentum.

Obviously, Wang Hu's plan to disturb Zifeng's mind with this was in vain.

The vast sword technique like a starry sky collided with the sword technique overlapping the blood shadow. For a while, neither of the two could help each other.

Wang Hu sped up the speed of the knife, and the knife technique was even more tricky and weird, weird and abnormal, slashing at Zifeng from all angles. Zi Feng resisted with the sword technique comprehended in the Flame Emperor's Purgatory Decision, and at the same time used the Heavenly Emperor Blue Lotus Cloth to retreat towards the rear.

On the side, a corner of Zi Feng's clothes slipped downward, and a blood mark burst out on his body. Because this Wang Hu's sword technique was too fast and weird and difficult to prevent, Zi Feng resisted most of it, and the rest dodged. But even so, Zi Feng was still injured by Wang Hu's sword qi.

Zi Feng looked at the wound very calmly, and then looked at Wang Hu with eyes without a trace of emotion, and said in a calm and frightening tone, "Since you hurt me, in order to show my gratitude to you, it's better to let me kill you, it's okay!"

Wang Hu sneered when he heard this, "Rabbit cub, who wouldn't talk big, you come!" Although Wang Hu said this, he did not leave a trace of slackness and seriously defended Zifeng. Prevent the sudden attack of the purple maple.

Zi Feng didn't answer Wang Hu, just a person holding a sword, standing there slowly, his eyes closed, and an inexplicable momentum on his body radiated around.

The momentum on his body became stronger and stronger, and Wang Hu felt that Zi Feng was no worse than himself now.

Wang Hu's heart was extremely vigilant, and the quick knife in one hand sped up even more, forming a sea of knives waiting for me beside Wang Hu. The red light unique to the Blood Shadow Sword Method was attached to the Sea of Blood, making Wang Hu's Sea of Blades look like a sea of blood, dazzling and compelling.

Wang Hu's whole body knife posture, Wang Hu's hand is still waving, the knife is extreme, the naked eye is completely unable to see the traces of Wang Hu's knife, and slowly Wang Hu's side has completely become a sea of knives, a world of knives.

Wang Hu's knife slowly changed the space around him, making it a more suitable world for knives. A field was formed around him, a domain that belonged to the knife alone. Even so, the throbbing in Wang Hu's heart became deeper and deeper, and it was not weakened by the formation of Wang Hu's sword domain, not even the slightest.

At this moment, the momentum on Zifeng's body is becoming more and more terrifying, and the aura revealed from his body is terrifying. It's not momentum, it's emotional, spiritual disparity.

Zi Feng became more and more indifferent, and at this moment, Zi Feng completely forgot his emotions, and his eyes changed from a mysterious vision as bright as stars to a pair of purple eyes without the slightest emotion.

Zi Feng stood there, and the momentum on his body became more and more photographable. After Zi Feng's momentum was raised to the extreme, Zi Feng slowly looked at Wang Hu. To tell the truth, Wang Hu was a little hairy by this look, Wang Hu had never seen this kind of look, cold, only this endless coldness, looking at everything as if he was looking at a dead person.

Wang Hu believes that there should not be such eyes and such people in the world.

Then Zi Feng moved, holding the Purple Moon Sword tightly in his hand, his body was like a lotus, it seemed to be extremely slow, but in fact it was like the wind in the Nine Nights Dome.

At a distance of dozens of zhang from Wang Hu, Zi Feng came in an instant in the blink of an eye. Then a sword stabbed out.

This sword looked like an ordinary stab, but Wang Hu couldn't stop it, and even the sword domain was blocked by this gentle stab. had to detonate the blood-colored knife domain, and in the end, Wang Hu paid the price of a mouthful of blood. can dodge Zi Feng's strange sword.

At this moment, Zi Feng doesn't look like a person who is becoming more and more like a demon, cold, ruthless, and cruel to himself. Zi Feng has completely released his true heart now, and the current Zi Feng is the original him.

Because he was angry, the first time he was angry, from the transformation to the first time he was angry, he was injured by an ant, Zi Feng felt very angry. So he made a move, and he no longer used Wang Hu to test his strength. but to kill him, to kill him alive.

Zi Feng saw that the treacherous sword did not kill Wang Hu, and then he used a sword technique, and the sword qi of this sword technique was purple-black, with strong corrosiveness and devouring.

The swordsmanship is even more domineering and weird, this swordsmanship is endless, the purple-black sword qi roars by, and Zi Feng is more and more handy. And Wang Hu held the corrosiveness of the purple-black sword qi, and there was no way to devour it. I had to hide in embarrassment.

Moreover, Zifeng's sword technique became more and more weird, and Wang Hu saw that the blood shadow sword technique could not resist it at all. With another collision, Wang Hu's knife was already corroded and could not be used.

Wang Hu looked at the knife, quickly retreated and said secretly, looking at Zi Feng, who was chasing after him, Wang Hu gritted his teeth and said, "This is what you forced me, look at my knife technique Hell Three Styles." ”

Then the knife changed, Wang Hu carried the knife and slashed forward three times, these three knives actually coincided together, the knife was black, exuding a kind of cold atmosphere.

Around the knife, a vision was formed, yellow spring water, but the bridge was exposed around the knife. The knife exuded a dead breath.

Wang Hu, who used this knife, spit out three mouthfuls of essence blood, half-knelt on the ground and stuck the knife into the ground, supporting his body. At this moment, Wang Hu looked at Zi Feng and wanted to see how he could block this move.

If Zifeng blocks it, he will die, and if it is not blocked, he will live.

Zi Feng stared at this knife, holding the sword, his eyes slightly closed. Slowly comprehending his own heart, the sword heart, the sword he comprehended.

At the knife momentum three inches away from Zi Feng's throat, he couldn't take half a step.

The dead air around the sword was also slowly frozen in ice. Fang Yuan's cold air rose sharply, and the whole ice and snow region was over.

A sword blocking the sword, the sword body only has pure sword qi and that icy cold qi. The sword body exudes an inexplicable devouring power.

The three forces are so pure, evenly distributed and reasonable, slowly intertwined to form a gray power. I don't know what it is, both the sharpness of the sword, the extreme cold of the ice, and the inexplicable devouring power.

The corner of Zi Feng's mouth muttered, "A sword is light, and the world is light." ”

Then the sword stabbed out gently, and the sword pointed at it, and there was nothing left that was shattered. The sword was slowly frozen in ice, and the yellow spring water that was formed, but the vision of the bridge was also slowly dissipating.

The cold was raging, the whole forest was frozen in ice, and Wang Hu was also frozen here.

Wang Hu's expression when he was dying was a little unwilling, obviously he didn't expect that he would die.

Zi Feng raised his sword, cut off Wang Hu's head furnace in this ice forest, and then took out a wooden box from the Qiankun Ring and put it in.

glanced at the forest that was frozen by his own sword, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes. Stepping on the Purple Moon Sword, like a streamer, it shot towards the outer city of the Futian Mountain Range.

After a while, Zi Feng arrived in the room of the inn, changed his clothes and went downstairs, and the wound that was accidentally injured by Wang Hu's knife qi was also restored at this moment.

After Zi Feng changed into the clothes of the Yan Emperor Sect's Qingtian First Line, he wore the core disciple token of the Yan Emperor Sect.

Out of the inn, stepping on the Purple Moon Sword, like a star, he headed towards Meaux.

The task is complete, Zi Feng is ready to return to the Yan Emperor Sect.