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The sword is rarely used to chop, and the action of chopping is used, ┡┡om

The sword is used to stab, so it is handed forward, and even if it is a blade, at most, it only cuts the target in the process of being handed forward.

Therefore, those who cut people with a sword either do not know how to use a sword, or they have already harnessed the sword as they please.

But the premise is that it is a sword, but in the hand of the demon god, what he holds is a real knife, a standard knife, a thin blade, a thick back, and an elegant arc of gradients.

It won't be a sword, it can only be a sword.

But since Chu Feng said that it was a sword, there must be his reasons.

This reason is clear to Fei Ziping.

Because at the time of the great consummation of the sword momentum of the long river, at the moment when the embankment was about to collapse, a sword momentum was born at the bottom of the long river.

It was a very strange sword, almost the same as the Long River Waterfall, but it was definitely not the Long River Waterfall, it was a different sword.

That sword, like a fish going upstream, at the moment of birth, is destined to always ride the wind and waves, against the waves of the river, tracing the river, no matter what kind of wind and waves, no matter what kind of obstacles, can not stop it exhaust the river's will, to the source of the river.

This sword is an indelible sword that will never die or be extinguished.

As long as the river is still there, this fish will be able to live forever.

Fei Ziping was a little surprised, he didn't know how the other party had comprehended such a powerful sword at such a young age, but he finally knew that the opponent's horror was definitely not something he could easily decide.

Although Fei Ziping was surprised, the sword momentum of the long river did not stagnate, and he still moved forward.

The fish that went up the river was still very young, and in the face of such a ferocious river, it was far from being able to reach the source of the river before it destroyed everything after the river destroyed the levees.

So Fei Ziping was not afraid, and the sword momentum of the long river finally exploded.

The long-accumulated sword momentum stacked into a raging river, and in an instant it crossed the immovable embankment, roared and roared, set off a huge wave that soared into the sky, whirled and roared with exhaustion, and then rushed overwhelmingly towards the body holding a woman.

The long river hangs in the air, and then becomes a waterfall, and the sword momentum flies like water droplets, one by one, little by little, drop by drop, crystal bright, the sound of laughter, the sunlight is refracted into a circle of colorful halo.

The colorful halo spread out into a circle of rainbows, spinning, flying lightly, lighter than the flying water droplets, and falling towards Chu Feng smartly.

The colorful light flow is the companion sword potential of the waterfall sword potential derived from the sword potential of the long river, light and fast, ethereal, and the waterfall of the long river is completely different, but such an associated sword potential complements each other with the waterfall of the long river, complements each other, and makes up for each other's shortcomings.

But Chu Feng still didn't move, the eyes on the knife were still looking at the mountain, and there was a dazzling blood light on the mountain.

The blood shimmered in the sunlight like a crystal diamond with multiple facets, refracting the light in all directions.

The light was blazing and dazzling, countless points more dazzling than the light and ethereal light of the seven-colored stream.

The light shone out a straight line, the end of the straight line, behind Fei Ziping's head.

Along that dazzling blood light, circles of refracted light surrounded the blood light, extending and expanding from far to near.

The blood light suddenly became very bright, so bright that it was too dazzling to look at directly.

The colorful streamer flew, falling like silk, cutting off the blood-colored length of Chu Feng's windless dance, and the length was chopped into pieces, and the roots withered and withered in the wind, dissipating into a passing cloud of smoke.

Tiny blood mouths were pulled apart on Chu Feng's face, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, but no blood seeped out.

Chu Feng's skin was struggling to heal, but it could not grow completely, and it was torn apart by the colorful streamer, but all the colorful streamer could do was this.

No matter how magnificent the colorful streamer is, after all, it is only a companion sword momentum, which is an unintentional effort.

Its greatest effect is to tear open the rift for the subsequent surging waterfall sword momentum, providing a perfect offensive for the waterfall sword momentum.

However, the sword momentum of the waterfall did not keep up with the colorful streamer, because a blood-colored lotus flower fell at the front of the waterfall, slowly opening and closing, rotating, and a dense blood mist fell from the jade-like petals of the blood lotus, which was strange but magnificent.

The Waterfall Sword was blocked by the Blood Lotus, although it was only a short moment, it was still out of touch with the colorful streamer after all, and it was only such a short moment, but it was enough to give birth to a lot of things.

The bright blood line on the mountain has been so bright that it reflects the blood halo of the heavens and the earth, no matter where it is, there is a thick or light blood color everywhere, and the sunlight passes through this blood, and it is also dyed into a game and demonic, showing a strange light.

At the beginning of that blood line, there is a killing machine, a completely unconcealed killing machine, which is obvious between heaven and earth, and he doesn't care about being seen at all. This killing machine is firmly locked on Fei Ziping's body.

Fei Ziping was a little panicked, but he was still not very afraid, because when the opponent revealed the law of the blood-colored demon god, he already knew that the opponent was a blood cultivator.

And those who cultivate blood, near the battlefield where there is a river of blood, will cultivate more and more.

This was the most powerful advantage of a blood cultivator, but in his opinion, these were all small paths.

With the help of external forces, it is always a trail.

He believed only in himself, only in the sword in his hand.

Because he believes in the sword in his hand, the sword in his hand also believes in him and repays his trust.

The rust on the broken sword peeled off slightly, revealing the core that had remained unchanged under the encroachment of time.

Even though this sword has been broken for an unknown number of years, this core has never changed.

The rust gradually peeled off and dissipated in the river like melted snow, and a dazzling light appeared in the river.

It was a very unique light, and when people saw it, their eyes would unconsciously light up, as if they had seen something they liked.

But it was just that kind of light, not soft, not blazing, but just drifting down the long river.

If I had to say it, that light was like a streamer worn by a woman, rippling slightly in the long river, and people's hearts couldn't help but ripple with it.

The sword that went up the river met the streamer in the deepest part of the river, intertwined with each other, and the soft and warm streamer gently wrapped the sword, so that the eternal sword dimmed and slept in the gentle country.

The streamer continued to swing, leaping out of the waterfall as the rushing river crossed the embankment.

The blood lotus hanging with wisps of blood swirled lightly, entangled with the floating streamers, and the wisps of blood wanted to resist the streamers, but the streamers seemed to have become nothing, allowing the blood to pass through easily, and they lightly attached to the blood lotus.

The blood lotus was entangled by the streamers, and the degree of rotation gradually slowed down, and even the overflowing mist gradually became thinner and began to dissipate.

The blocked waterfall sword momentum finally let out a deafening roar, turned into a hanging horse, crossed the obstacle, and fell towards Chu Feng's head.

The blood light on the mountain in the distance was extremely strange, and it suddenly changed, transforming into a light with a holy meaning.

In the midst of that light, an arrow appeared.

The arrow came very directly and plainly, and it came lightly along the bright line of blood, and there was no appearance of it except that the blood was stained a little heavier.

But this arrow made Fei Ziping's forehead dripping with a bead of sweat the size of a bean.

That blood arrow condensed the blood of a lot of monks, the Tao rules of those monks, and the essence of those monks were all fused into one arrow by the other party.

Even if Fei Ziping looked down on the external conditions, he had to admit that this arrow, once hit, would be a major blow to him.

Fei Ziping's hand clenched the broken sword, and there was sweat in his palm, but he was not afraid in his heart.

The sword momentum of the long river, only rushing to the sea, will never turn back, nor will it stay.

The waterfall roared, the long river roared, and a brilliant white light was projected on Chu Feng's face, making Chu Feng's face a little pale.

But Chu Feng didn't know what he was afraid of, he knew what his opponent was thinking, and his opponent had the opponent's dependence, because once his head was destroyed by this long river, even if he was an eighth-order monk, he would be hit hard.

The flying arrows, the blood light, will also lose their maintenance and dissipate.

But Chu Feng was not worried at all, even if the other party's long river and waterfall came faster and the distance was closer, he did not have the slightest worry.

The demon god clenched the knife that had sunk to the bottom of the river by the soft light, and the eyes on the knife looked indifferently at everything in the river.

The demon god had a premonition of the crisis, he took a step forward, crossed Chu Feng, blocked Chu Feng, and blocked the knife in his hand horizontally in front of him, to resist the impacting waterfall.

But all this, it seems, is too late.

When the demon god stepped in front of Chu Feng, the waterfall sword momentum had already reached Chu Feng's face.

Each sword turned into crystalline droplets of water and landed on Chu Feng's cheeks, and then shattered into thousands of petals, flying everywhere.

Chu Feng felt a chill, slightly itchy, he didn't care very much, he knew that the sword had invaded his skull.

Chu Feng opened his eyes again, and the eyes on the knife were closing at the same time.

"Bang——!" Chu Feng's skull shattered into countless plasma in an instant, red and white, flying out in all directions.

"Roaring ——!"

The demon god let out a grieving wail and roar, and waved the knife in his hand, the sword light was like a blooming flower, becoming countless pieces, but just after blooming, the demon god had already dissipated into the air.

Fei Ziping's broken sword was shocked, and his energy spread in all directions, sweeping the storm, and in the center of the storm, there was a body holding a corpse, and the body had long been headless.

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