On the mountain path, a purple shadow was rapidly retreating, because the speed was too fast, leaving a straight line on the mountain path.

The purple shadow seemed to be its prey, and the clear light was like a hungry cheetah, chasing its prey with all its might.

The purple shadow that had been split in two naturally couldn't survive, and quickly dissipated into the night.

They are like they are going to stretch and last, but the space is limited, and when the purple shadow has no way to retreat, Qingguang chases after the purple shadow.

This is very unreasonable, after all, no matter what kind of offensive, it cannot resist the consumption of space and time, this is the most fundamental truth, and no one can change it.

An Luyun once commented on the sword with an unknown name, saying that the sword with an unknown name only knows how to move forward, and when it is poor but still has not hurt the opponent, what awaits it is a dilemma.

But it will not be weak, and it will keep moving forward until it hurts its opponent, biting it to the end, and it will not relax in the slightest.

Perhaps, there will be no second sword intent like this in this world, because there will never be a second sword in this world that is unknown.

The name of the sword is unknown, holding the Wuwen sword, piercing the night, piercing the light and shadow of the phoenix, and directly piercing into the eyes of Feng Qiwu.

And the name of the sword is unknown but not so fancy, he just stepped forward ordinarily, and the unknown sword in his hand only danced silently with a clear light, and the mutilated Wandao sword companion broke through the purple flame pillar, and chased after the phoenix with the pace of the sword name, pressing step by step, a little killing intent has stirred up thousands of sharp edges in the wind.

Blood overflowed from the corners of Feng Qiwu's mouth, and scars began to appear on his body, and blood with a purple-red luster continued to leach out, staining Feng Qiwu's body red.

Feng Qiwu's double swords brushed the Unknown Sword and handed it over, the Nine Heavens Sword hit the shoulder of the left shoulder of the sword name, and the Nine Songs Sword pierced the shoulder blade of the right shoulder of the sword name.

Feng Qiwu spat out a mouthful of blood, this was the best way he could think of, and that was to exchange injuries.

The corners of the sword's mouth raised slightly, his eyes were shining, his right hand shook, and the ten thousand swords above his head fell, and the sword light directly pierced through the unruly phoenix and fell to the phoenix.

Feng Qiwu's mutilated body slowly fell, and the purple-gold phoenix also let out a long roar, curled up together, and slowly turned into a purple-gold egg, and there was light circulating in the eggshell.

"Crackling", a slight sound sounded in the night sky, and a crack gradually appeared in the purple and gold eggshell, and a golden beak poked out from under the eggshell.

Jian Ming Wuwen looked at Feng Qiwu with a smile and said, "Will the state return to the peak after every death...... It turns out that this is your law, and you have ...... How afraid of death?"

"At least I won't, because I'm going to die in battle. And dying in battle is my only wish. Jian Mingwu slowly moved his arm back, "So, I'm not afraid of death." ”

Jian Ming Wuwen thought about it for a while, and said very seriously: "Many people think that I am crazy, but the opposite is ...... I think they're all crazy too. ”

"I also think your ideas are boring. "The name of the sword is unknown, "Living in this world, worrying about some inexplicable things, not daring to use your life to pursue what you really desire, hard work, hard work, and living in other people's thoughts all your life, is really boring." And the responsibility or obligation that hangs on your lips is your pale self-justification, which is unconvincing to me. ”

"No one can stop you. Jian Ming Wuwen coughed up a mouthful of dirty blood, but his expression was very happy, the joy in his eyebrows and eyes was very simple, so simple that it only took a glance to see why he was happy.

"The flames of the phoenix are enough to melt all the metal, and in this world, there is no cage that can imprison the phoenix, and there is no shackles that can lock the phoenix. Sword name Wuwen took a deep breath, and the light on the Wuwen sword had faintly begun to erupt, "So, it's not that the phoenix is imprisoned, it's just that the phoenix that doesn't live in the sycamore and doesn't drink the liquor spring has fallen, and is willing to eat the rotting rat, but forgets its own nobility." ”

"Maybe. Feng Qiwu smiled helplessly, the unknown name of the sword gave him enough time to accumulate sword strength, but he knew that the victory had been decided, and everything he did was just a useless struggle.

Ten thousand swords slowly handed out with the Wuwen sword, slashing down on the phoenix, one by one the swords slid mercilessly, and the tired phoenix's eyes no longer had the rebelliousness of the past, some were just tired and sad.

The Ten Thousand Dao Sword suddenly stopped, and dissipated into the air somewhat boringly.

His law is very powerful, powerful beyond human imagination, but after all, it is not really invincible and immortal, but every fatal injury will heal his injuries, and the physical strength, energy and true qi he consumes will not be replenished, and when his true qi can no longer support this law, it is his time of death.

Jian Mingwu also pursed his lips before saying, "She's still alive." ”

Feng Qiwu was slightly stunned and silent.