When the ghost appeared in Chu Feng's field of vision, Chu Feng was still unmoved.

The closer Chu Feng got to that bit of light, the more fierce the attack of that brilliance became.

After all, this place was already extremely close to that piece of light, and the Wraiths had to regather all the power used to impact the formation back to deal with Chu Feng, no matter what, it couldn't allow itself to slip up the slightest.

In the face of the increasingly dense and violent offensive of the spirits, Chu Feng gradually became a little overwhelmed.

His body was battered again and again, destroyed again and again, healed again and again, and reborn again and again.

He was trying to capture every trace of brilliance, adding it to every path he mastered, constantly strengthening himself, trying to break through that dense sea of light.

But there were so many Dao rules in that sea of light, there were thousands of Dao rules from Da Chun, even if there were the broken Dao rules provided by Yan Qingyu as the foundation, the countless exercises he had mastered as a supplement, and the residual breath of the four Da Chun branches as a guide, but how could this saint's Dao be so easy to master?

In order to deeply understand the Dao rules of these saints, Chu Feng did not dodge or dodge at all from beginning to end, allowing the attacks to fall on his body, using his own body to experience the power contained in them, and then using the same Dao rules to fight against them, distinguishing the difference between the two, and speeding up the speed at which he simulated the thousands of Dao rules.

However, this is a drop in the bucket after all, all Chu Feng can do is to use all his strength to persist in the brilliance, while looking for loopholes in the spirit, and at the same time, it also involves every strength of the spirit, so that the spirit cannot break through the formation smoothly.

"Roar"

Although the Spirit's offensive suppressed Chu Feng, this could not mean victory for it at all.

The formations were still spreading, and the formations of the eight directions were getting closer and closer to the eight pillars of light, and the closer they got to it, the more frightened the spirits became.

It didn't want to go back to that terrifying void, it didn't want to fall into a deep sleep anymore, it became more and more angry, and its offensive became more and more violent, venting all its strength to the fullest, like a mountain and a sea, a colorful brilliance suddenly completely engulfed Chu Feng in it.

The continuous brilliance lasted for a snap of a finger before it gradually dimmed.

Although it was only a short snap of a finger, it had already caused Chu Feng's body to be destroyed more than thirty times, and it had been reorganized more than thirty times before he finally survived this terrifying offensive.

Chu Feng's face was a little pale, and all kinds of things in his body provided him with an unknown amount of surging vitality, and under this violent attack, he almost couldn't support it and completely collapsed.

Chu Feng spat out a mouthful of viscous blood, and the attack of the wraiths was also exhausted in an instant.

Fang Cai's attack was too violent, completely beyond the scope of the spirit at this moment, and it was unable to launch the next round of attack at all for a while.

Although the wraith is powerful, although it has gathered countless negative emotions, gathered countless grievances, pains and angers, it does not have much combat experience after all, after all, it faces any enemy without suspense, it does not need to be wise, it does not need to maneuver, it only needs to pour out its own strength.

This is the first time it has fought with a person, and it has no way of knowing how to fight in order to guide itself to victory, so its methods are simple, direct and crude, without any design, and it never thinks about the follow-up of each of its attacks, which is like Chu Feng many years ago.

But Chu Feng is different.

Chu Feng has wandered between life and death countless times, one wrong step is the end of death, and the combat experience he has accumulated is too much.

It is the world-apart difference in combat experience between the two that allows Chu Feng to continue to support it, because Chu Feng can clearly know that every one of his actions has a definite purpose.

He was facing this moment for the time he had been waiting for, how could he still have the slightest hesitation?

There was almost no pause, and just as the attack of the spirit subsided and the new offensive was too late to be launched, Chu Feng had already shook his wind and thunder wings, and held the Kunwu sword tightly in his hand, one after another sword intent opened the way forward, and his body suddenly turned into a sword light, and slashed towards that colorful light.

At this moment, the resonance between Chu Feng and the Kunwu Sword in his hand suddenly continued to increase, and Chu Feng's cultivation forcibly stimulated every bit of Kunwu's strength, and Kunwu, as a holy weapon, finally burst out with the power that it had been sleeping for countless years.

Kunwu Jian awoke, and after countless years of slumber, it had finally been awakened from its long slumber.

It had a long dream, and it dreamed of many things.

It saw through the eyes of the person who had held it, and saw the various states of the world.

So it knows what it's doing at the moment.

It was the divine sword of the real human emperor Taihao Fuxi, and later it was held by another human emperor who guarded the human race, and then it fell into the hands of a son of heaven surnamed Ji, the heir of Taihao Fuxi, and finally in the hands of a common person who was holding it tightly at the moment.

It is the Human Emperor Sword, and it knows very well that the masters it once chose became the Human Emperor not because of their bloodline, but because of their responsibility and their benevolence.

Only those who take the people as their own responsibility can be called the emperor of the people.

It has nothing to do with origin, it has nothing to do with strength, it has nothing to do with status.

The human emperor is the respect of the people from the heart, not the intimidation of force.

The person holding it at the moment is a kid from an ordinary background.

But so what?

Isn't the person who created it in the first place a kid from an ordinary background?

Kun Wujian felt an unprecedented excitement, as if he had seen the past masters in this kid's body.

At this moment, it will fight with its own master for the benefit of all peoples, just as it did countless years ago.

At this moment, it can also proudly call itself the Human Emperor Sword.

The faint copper light of the Kunwu sword emanated outward from the sword, although it was dim, but the faint sword shadow was extremely heavy.

The sword of the Son of Heaven is based on Yanxi Stone City as the edge, Qi Dai as the spine, Jin and Wei as the spine, Zhou and Song as the fang, and Han Wei as the clamp; it is wrapped in four yi, wrapped in four times, surrounded by the Bohai Sea, and brought by Changshan; it is made of five elements, and it is based on criminal virtue; it is opened by yin and yang, and it is held in spring and autumn, and it is in autumn and winter. This sword is straight and unstoppable, supreme, case-in-the-bottom, unlucky, up to the clouds, and down to the Jedi.

This is the text written by someone who still remembers the former human emperor sword after an extremely long period of time.

After a long time, people have long forgotten the prestige of the human emperor's sword, and regard many of the descriptions recorded in this unbridled and boundless scroll as myths and imaginations.

However, it is also this scroll full of grotesque and casual stories that records the great tsubaki and also the spirits of the underworld.

Otsubaki is real.

Wraiths are also real.

The Sword of the Son of Heaven, of course, is also true.

The phantom of the Kunwu Sword floated, projecting a mountain and river in the void.

That is the real mountains and rivers, the heavy mountains and rivers, handed out along the Kunwu sword, and slashed towards the colorful brilliance.

The Kunwu sword waved, the mountains and rivers fell, the two instruments, the four seasons, the five elements, and all the righteous virtues in the world were wrapped in this sword.

This sword was once indestructible, unbreakable, and nothing could stand in its way.

The human emperor who takes all the people as his responsibility cannot retreat, and only the indomitable sword can be the sword of the human emperor.

Kunwu's excited roar resounded through the darkness, and the mountains and rivers weighed down the space and trembled.

Even the wraiths felt the horror of that sword.

Countless dense eyes overlapped each other, blocking the sword.

They were next to each other, constantly turning, and their screams were full of pathos and pain.

They couldn't stop the sword.

How could the Sword of the Son of Heaven, which has nothing to urge, not even be able to destroy such an enemy?

"Poof"

With a dull sound, the magnificent mountains and rivers broke into that piece of creepy eyes, and streams of sticky juice splashed out in all directions, even splashing all over Chu Feng's body.

Those sticky juices splashed on Chu Feng's body, burning like pain, that feeling, like the pain of burning the soul with the soul-devouring yin fire of Yan Duji, but it was even more violent, constantly invading the bone marrow, occupying every nerve of Chu Feng, and frantically eroding Chu Feng's brain.

But Chu Feng was unmoved, the Kunwu sword in his hand still crossed a smooth arc, and the towering mountains and rivers were like rolling wheels, which directly crushed that piece of eye, and smashed down on the colorful color.

"Boom!"

The surging shock wave spread in all directions, impacting wildly, causing the spatial boundary wall that had been shattered in the confrontation between Chu Feng and the Ghost Spirit to shatter even more, and countless fragments flew all over the sky.

The Kunwu sword failed to cut into the colorful colors.

But there is no way to keep the colorful color intact anymore.

"Click"

A slight cracking sound suddenly sounded in the storm, and it was incomparably clear.

A crack appeared under the blade of Kungo's sword.

Immediately after, the cracks began to spread, and in an instant, they were covered with that colorful color.

It was only at this time that Chu Feng discovered that the original colorful ...... It turned out to be an entity.

It was a colorful ball of light, and all the vines above it spread out from the bottom of it to one side, as if a stone was pressed against the root of the vine, and the vine first crawled under the stone against the ground, and then grew vertically upward.

Chu Feng's expression changed slightly, this colorful color was obviously not the body of the spirit, but something that protected the body of the spirit or maybe something that imprisoned the spirit.

If it was the former, the next moment he would face the unprotected spirit body.

If it were, the next moment he would face the spirit body that had lost its confinement.

Although they are all the essence of the spirit, the gap between them is huge.

Chu Feng clenched Kunwu in his hand, regardless of Fang Cai's best efforts, wielding a sword that swung the entire mountain and river to make the blood and qi in his body surge, he forcibly used all his strength again, waved the Kunwu sword in his hand, and waved the entire mountain and river again, slashing towards the colorful multicolored slash that was gradually shattering.

"Bang Bang"

There was a cracking sound, and pieces of colorful colors shattered like eggshells, turning into bits of starlight and dissipating into the darkness.

"Wow"

There was a crisp cry, and a crumpled, blood-stained baby appeared in the broken multicolor, and let out a loud cry.