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The appearance of that baby made Chu Feng suddenly startled.

Even the Kunwu Sword in Chu Feng's hand was abruptly stunned.

However, Chu Feng only paused for an extremely short moment, and the sword momentum could not be slowed down.

Even if all you see is a baby, where is it possible that an ordinary baby will be here?

Kunwu's sword moved, and the mountains and rivers shook.

The crying baby suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a colorful brilliance in his eyes, and he roared towards Kunwu who fell down, and at the same time, emerald green vines also grew madly from under the baby's body, waving and sweeping out blue light, which swept towards Chu Feng's body from both sides.

Chu Feng's expression changed slightly, but the sword momentum in his hand had already taken shape, how could he retreat half a step?

"Sneer—"

A scream broke through the air, and a sword intent and rainbow light mixed with it continued to bombard out from Chu Feng's side, the sword intent drew traces and slashed towards the swept vines, and the rainbow light swept out a rainbow, colliding with the colorful brilliance shot from the baby's eyes.

"Boom, boom—"

The rainbow of light collided fiercely, and the little light that broke and opened was either scattered into the space, or bounced back, and kept falling towards Chu Feng and the baby's body.

And the handover of the sword intent and the vines, the sharp sword can cut the vines, and the flexible vines can also entangle the sword, and the sword and the vines are constantly colliding, and for a while, it is difficult to distinguish the winner at all.

Whether it is brilliance or sword intent, it is only the edge of this battle.

What really matters whether you win or lose is the sword that carries the mountains and rivers.

A mountain and river is heavy, but also powerful, known as the sword of the Son of Heaven that can be cut even by the earth, what else can't be broken?

The sword that carried the mountains and rivers whistled and fell, slashing into the brilliance like a broken bamboo, splitting the brilliance one after another, and continuing to fall towards the little baby.

The Kunwu Sword let out a roar of rage, and streams of brilliance continued to hit it.

Every ray of brilliance had a sense of déjà vu, and those were all breaths similar to those of the saints of yesteryear, and it had either seen it before, or fought with it.

It is not afraid of the might of the saints, because it was born to be a weapon to kill the saints.

In the great war of that year, the number of saints who were severely damaged and killed by it was so large that I am afraid that it would be counted in the dozens.

But even it was the first time that it had faced so many saints' exercises, and it was like a tide.

Although there is no fear, the price that needs to be paid will not disappear because of fearlessness.

Colored lights hit Kungo, and the violent friction and collision caused even Kungo to begin to let out a groan of pain.

The surface of the Kunwu sword began to show mottled marks, and a little bit of brass-colored luster began to fade from the top of the sword, quickly dissipating with the strong impact.

After the dull brass luster dissipated, a little trace of deep darkness appeared on the Kunwu Sword, which was evidence of the spiritual annihilation of the Kungo Sword.

Chu Feng could feel the pain that Kun Wu was bearing in his hand.

But he still didn't withdraw the sword, but instead clenched the Kunwu sword more and more firmly, pushed the sword momentum to the limit, slashed away the oncoming divine rainbow one by one, and continued to fall with an angry roar.

Kungo Sword didn't have any intention of escaping.

The human emperor's sword, or breaking the battlefield, or sleeping peacefully in peace, how could there be a moment of fear of sacrifice and escape?

It is a sword ancestor, and it doesn't need to show all the swords in the world what is the true meaning of the sword, so how can it be embarrassed to face those countless swords again?

Kunwu sword, resolutely falling.

"When—"

With a crisp crackling sound, the blade of the Kunwu sword suddenly collapsed into a piece of copper, flying with the wind, and he didn't know where to go.

Chu Feng's expression changed suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and let out a beast-like roar, forcibly urging the exercises that had already been urged to the limit again, completely no longer caring about whether he had the strength to fight back after this sword.

If you retreat at this time, you don't know if there is a chance to get so close to the spirit.

So he can't retreat, he can't retreat, he can only move forward!

Go forward, use this sword to cut off all grievances!

"Ah——!h

The beastly roar was filled with manic rage, and Chu Feng's long hair wrapped in flames was also blown high by the drumming storm, and every muscle in his body was also heaved into lumps by a force far beyond the load, becoming as hard as iron and stone.

Muscles were torn and meridians shattered, and then they healed quickly under the action of the remaining vitality in the body.

The space around Chu Feng's body also felt a great pressure, as if it had been under heavy pressure, it began to deform and twist one after another, and then quickly shattered into pieces of space fragments.

The space that was already full of holes became more and more unstable because of Chu Feng's sudden force, the degree of spatial shock became more and more violent, and the speed of shattering was also greatly accelerated, not only was the space around Chu Feng and the spirit body cracking, this rupture had spread to every corner that True Qi could reach—and even further.

Chu Feng's eyes were chaotic, and a little bit of color was muddy in his eyes.

He couldn't see his own eyes, or he would have been able to see that his eyes were no different from the eyes of the spirits, they were all ordinary, like multicolored glass.

Chu Feng's eyes only had that baby at the moment.

He heard anything, he couldn't see anything, his mind went blank.

Insert the Kungo sword into the baby's body and kill him.

That's what he's going to do.

A layer of white light emerged from Chu Feng's sword-holding palm, and then tightly wrapped around Kunwu, who had become broken, as if a layer of white paint had been applied to Kunwu.

Then there was a gray glow, and then a purple glow......

……

Rays of light continued to pour out from Chu Feng's right palm, constantly intertwining with each other, wrapping around the Kunwu sword.

The Kunwu Sword, which was originally simple to the extreme, was wrapped in a brilliant rainbow by this countless rays of light, countless colors were mixed with each other, and the transition was very natural, and if the adjacent colors were not carefully distinguished, it was not even possible to see the difference.

From black at one end to white at the other, it transitioned perfectly.

"Boom!"

Kungo, who was suddenly entangled in countless brilliance, also let out a roar, and the trend of his fall suddenly accelerated.

The breath that wraps around it, it's more familiar.

Some had fought alongside it, some had fought with it in life and death, and it was certain that the power from behind it was indeed the breath that once existed, compared to the plausibility of the enemy.

That's the breath of a true saint!

With the blessings of the breath of these saints layer after layer, and the blessings brought by the breath of these saints, it believes that it can, believes that it can cut down on the enemy in front of it, and it can definitely complete all tasks!

The spirit of the Underworld was threatened by Kungo, and the aura of the sword was so terrifying that even the Spirits could not ignore it.

The wraith retracted all the vines, and suddenly wrapped itself around, as if it was a layer of armor woven by tree vines, revealing only two eyes, and a burst of brilliance burst out, all falling towards Kungo.

Chu Feng no longer exuded any sword intent to the outside world, and poured all his power into the Kunwu Sword, allowing that eye to covet him.

The Kunwu sword was wrapped around the Ten Thousand Dao Divine Rainbows, colliding fiercely with the colorful brilliance.

Wisps of smoke rose up.

Pieces of space shattered.

The brilliance is constantly being worn out.

The rainbow of Wandao is also gradually disappearing.

Neither side needs to have any reservations.

The formation connection overhead is about to be re-completed.

As long as this sword can completely suppress the spirit, it will be Chu Feng's victory.

And the Wraith, not only has to fight against this sword, it also needs to hit Chu Feng hard in order to achieve the final victory.

Where is the room for reservations?

The wraith let out a sharp hiss, and the roar in Chu Feng's mouth was already hoarse.

Countless brilliance collided fiercely, and one after another the light continued to bloom, even more gorgeous than the most gorgeous fireworks.

Countless space debris fell like snowflakes one after another, falling on Chu Feng's body and falling into the void.

The ten thousand divine rainbows on Kunwu's sword were finally wiped out.

And the Kunwu sword finally crossed the endless brilliance with difficulty, let out a shout of victory, and slashed into the vines.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and sword light burst out from the Kunwu sword, like a scorching sun, scorching the eyes.

The intense light swallowed Chu Feng's vision, but he felt a sudden loosening of his hand.

In the blazing sword light, pieces of black shadows suddenly flew out.

The hilt of the Kunwu sword, which was tightly held by Chu Feng in his hand, slowly turned into sand, slowly overflowing from between Chu Feng's fingers.

Kungo's sword shattered.

Even the Kunwu Sword, in this kind of battle, which has even surpassed the level of a saint, still cannot maintain its integrity.

Bombardment after bombardment, collision after collision, so that the Kunwu sword, which had just woken up, would fall into a deep sleep again.

But this time, it will be a permanent slumber.

Kungo has some regrets, but it has done its best.

Maybe, that kid could have done better, right?

Kungo could only comfort himself like this, and then walked into the darkness alone.

The shock and impact of a sword slash are huge.

With that sword, Chu Feng exerted all his strength, and at this moment, in the face of the terrifying impact, he no longer had the strength to forcibly resolve it.

The huge force directly impacted Chu Feng out in an instant, like a kite with a broken string, and he couldn't help himself at all, so he could only let the shock wave take him to the place where he fell.

Chu Feng had been shocked for more than a hundred miles before he could stop, and everything on his body was covered with blood.

Chu Feng struggled with difficulty, wanting to get up, but all the vitality and strength in his body had been completely exhausted.

Chu Feng clenched his fists and wanted to make a final effort, but it was all in vain.

The Wraith even completely ignored his existence and began to frantically pound the formation that was about to close.

The light of the eight pillars of light gradually dimmed, and the array that extended from the center stopped spreading.

Kunwu's sword shattered, and he was defeated.

And the formation has not been completely closed.

There is hardly any suspense in the ending.

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