At the moment when the line appeared on the stone steps and the stone steps had not yet broken, Chu Feng and Feng Qiwu both leaned forward slightly.

The moment the stone steps broke open, Chu Feng and Feng Qiwu both took a step forward.

This step is not a simple step for Chu Feng and Feng Qiwu.

This step means that Chu Feng and Feng Qiwu will take each other's lives as their goal, and they will never leave any affection. Even though the two had a good relationship in the past, even if the two used to fight side by side.

But at this moment, they have very different positions, and they are destined to have irreconcilable contradictions.

Behind Feng Qiwu is the already declining Fengming Villa, he needs someone to carry this villa, even if he is free and easy by nature, he never wants to carry this villa, he just wants to be free between heaven and earth, but he has to bear it.

Because he is the Feng family, because he is the only descendant of the Feng family.

If he didn't come to carry Fengming Villa, the hard work of the Feng family's ancestors would be in vain.

Even if he didn't care about such a hard work going down the drain, he couldn't be indifferent to the flowers on his father's and uncle's sideburns.

He is Feng Qiwu, the Feng Qiwu of Fengming Villa.

From the moment he was born, he was marked with the mark of Fengming Villa, and he could never be washed away.

He didn't want to see his father's long sighs anymore, nor did he want to see the humiliation and sorrow of his fellow disciples, so he had to take on Fengming Villa and cut all the enemies into his own hands.

Even if he sympathized with the enemy, but ...... An enemy is an enemy after all.

His heart will waver, but the sword in his hand will not waver.

The Nine Heavens Sword, accumulating the momentum that falls from above the Nine Heavens, is majestic and irresistible, and every time it is handed out, it is the power that overturns the heavens and the earth.

The simple wooden sword drew a rounded arc, dancing a flame in the night sky, and the wizened phoenix roared again, rushing up to the Nine Heavens, and swooping down from the Nine Heavens again.

The Nine Song Sword, relying on its unpredictable shape, is natural and spontaneous, and the trajectory of its actions is elusive no matter what.

The gorgeous golden sword poked forward directly, a little bit of fire jumped on the golden sword, and tiny phoenixes continued to fly out of the sword light, making the golden sword's body lose its trace. And as those phoenixes continued to entangle, the golden hazy sword was condensed.

The two swords advanced and retreated together, and the two exercises cooperated with each other, and the thin phoenix became golden and shining, sometimes separated into countless small golden phoenixes, and sometimes gathered together to become the arrogant phoenix, with the momentum of the Nine Heavens Hanging River, along the mountain road, and rushed towards the end of the thin line.

Chu Feng held the wooden whip in one hand, blood danced wildly, and stepped forward.

Feng Qiwu has two swords, but he only has one wooden whip.

He felt that he still needed a sword, and the reason why it was a knife and not a sword was because he was angry in his heart now.

And in the face of rage, the knife is obviously more suitable.

So he held an ordinary and simple knife in his left hand, which was a bloody knife.

There was also a demon shadow behind Chu Feng. The figure of this blood-colored demon god was condensed stronger than countless times before, as if it had become a real existence.

It was a burly man, his muscles bulging high like a dragon, and his arms were thick, as if he were full of power to shake the mountains.

His steps were steady, and every time he stepped out, he would tremble and tremble, and the rivers would overflow.

It was an angry man, his bare hands, but his fists were clenched tightly, ready to be waved at any moment.

His eyes were full of blood, and they were even constantly flowing outward, which made people feel a little panicked.

Feng Qiwu stepped forward with his sword, and the phoenix swooped down in the night sky constantly changing its trajectory.

Chu Feng's whip knife danced in unison, and the blood-colored demon god roared and ran forward to the polar.

The stone steps finally parted slightly along the tiny invisible line, and the roaring giant and the phoenix finally met in the middle of the mountain path.

The golden phoenix turned into thousands of tiny phoenixes, wanting to pass through the giant's interception and land on Chu Feng at the giant's feet. The golden light is brilliant, gorgeous and dazzling, flying in the night, intertwining golden streamers, spanning the entire night sky.

But the giant roared and manifested a thousand arms, each of which flew in the night sky to intercept the golden streamers.

Each arm is thick and powerful, each arm is flexible and swift, they overlap each other, but do not affect each other, but support each other, making the arms more agile.

Some of the golden streamers were caught by a few arms, and it was difficult to escape, so they burst open directly, blasting the palm of the demon god into minced meat, and blood was flying everywhere; some of the golden streamers did not change their trajectory at all, and slashed at the arm of the demon god, and simply cut off the arm of the demon god, and fell sharply downward after breaking through the blood mist; some of the golden streamers kept flying between countless arms, as if they were deliberately mocking and provoking the demon god, sometimes flying in front of the demon god's eyes, attracting the demon god's arm but rubbing the demon god's fingertips, and teasing the demon god between the demon god's fingers。

The demon god roared, the blood knife opened his eyes, and countless eyes suddenly opened on his exposed chest and abdomen, and countless blood spurted out of countless eyes.

The blood light was soft, as if it were flowing water, and it opened to form a blood-colored lake, blocking the further invasion of the golden streamer.

However, the golden light that had already flown from the side of the demon god could not turn back, and one by one it fell in front of Chu Feng, and he wanted to enter again, but on top of the wooden whip was a cold sword blade, which sprayed forward, and with the rotation of Chu Feng's wrist, countless sword qi suddenly circled around his body, contending with the golden light.

The golden streamers that could not penetrate the pool of blood swirled one after another, converging together and condensing again into the thin phoenix that looked at everything.

Phoenix finally felt a little moved in his eyes when he looked at the demon god, although this kind of emotion was not because he was afraid of the other party's strength, but because he hated the other party's depravity and sin.

It is a holy phoenix, a phoenix that does not inhabit or drink, and the demon god in front of him is dirty, flowing with dirty blood, wrapping the filthy soul, carrying a filthy breath, this demon god is filthy from head to toe, and every contact with him will defile his holiness.

"You have fallen to such a point with your body in the devil. Feng Qiwu looked at Chu Feng and said indifferently.

The phoenix looked at the demon god with disgust, wanting to use its holy flame to purify this filthy existence.

Chu Feng ignored Feng Qiwu because he was not as relaxed as Feng Qiwu, and he also felt that such a battle of words was meaningless.

said that the winning side may not be victorious, so why did he bother so much, after all, he is not a talking ruffle like Feng Qiwu.

Chu Feng shook the wooden whip, the blood-colored sword light in his hand became brighter and brighter, and he waved the bloody knife in his left hand, and the blood-colored sword instantly roared out and erupted, completely covering up the firelight. As Chu Feng shook the whip and swung his sword, the demon god let out a roar, and the thousands of arms were reduced to two, and he suddenly leaned forward, trying to capture the phoenix in the sky.

Even if he is disgusted and despised by the phoenix, he is a demon god after all, and he has great power, even the thin phoenix cannot be underestimated, the phoenix flutters its wings and wants to stay away.

However, the demon god roared angrily, and his legs burst out with tremendous force in an instant, and he suddenly jumped up and appeared in the air.

The phoenix roared, its eyes flickered, its wings vibrated and countless flames danced.

However, the demon god was not afraid of the flames at all, grabbed the phoenix's wings with both hands, and fell violently, pulling the phoenix directly to the ground.

The demon god rode on the phoenix's body roughly, waving his fist, punch after punch continuously bombarded the phoenix's body, smashing the phoenix, which was not stained with human dust, into the billowing smoke and dust, and fell into the hillside.

The phoenix roared angrily, and its terrible cry resounded throughout the world, and flames continued to pour out of its body, melting the mountain into magma, and scorching the flesh and blood of the demon god into ashes.

However, the demon god didn't care about his pain at all, and with the roar of the beast, he lowered his head and bit the phoenix's neck, tearing off the golden phoenix feathers, and floating all over the sky.

The demon god's teeth tore open the phoenix's throat and sucked the phoenix's blood into his body, the phoenix struggled, vibrating its wings, and the raging fire wrapped it with the demon god, and in the flames, gradually only a blurred figure remained, and it was no longer clear which one belonged to which side.

Chu Feng roared, biting Feng Qiwu's neck, sucking Feng Qiwu's blood, his expression hideous like a beast that had lost its mind.

The Jiuge Sword was pressed by the wooden whip, and the Jiuxiao Sword was blocked by the Blood Knife, Feng Qiwu seemed to have given up the last chance to struggle, looking at Chu Feng indifferently, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

The demon god roared and tore off piece after piece of flesh from under the phoenix's body, and the phoenix's terrible howl gradually became faint and inaudible with the golden blood splashing everywhere.

The cracked stone steps flew in all directions, and there was a rumbling sound, and after the rumbling sound dissipated, there was no longer the slightest sound on the mountain road.

The demon god, who was burned like charcoal, staggered to his feet, took a few steps back, and looked at the silent phoenix in front of him like a dead phoenix, and the fierce light in his eyes gradually converged.

Chu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his throat twitched slightly, and a feeling of nausea took over his body.

The Blood Demon Sutra slowly receded, and reason returned to his senses, making his face paler and paler.

He looked at Feng Qiwu, whose neck was gnawed into a bloody mess on the ground, his eyes were full of fear, and he was deeply afraid of himself.

"Don't be careless, you're not dead yet, it's weird. Ye Siqing said.

Chu Feng didn't hear Ye Siqing's voice, he staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the mountain road, and the huge demon god also completely fell, shattering into a void of light and shadow.

And almost at the same time, a dazzling flame appeared in front of Chu Feng's eyes.

It was a purple flame.

Seeing this flame, Chu Feng was a little frightened, he raised his head, only to see that the phoenix, which had been completely deformed, quickly shrank into a golden egg, and a little flame gathered in that egg.

Feng Qiwu's body revealed a purple light flame, constantly jumping, completely enveloping Feng Qiwu.

Chu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, the fear in his eyes quickly receded, and a beast-like roar came out from the depths of his throat.

"Can't go any deeper!" Ye Siqing suddenly changed color and shouted, but it was still too late after all.

The silk that Chu Feng had just returned to black instantly turned into flamboyant blood, and his eyes were condensed with blood.

A long roar suddenly sounded on the silent mountain road, and a purple-gold phoenix wrapped in purple flames broke out of its shell, swallowing up the surrounding flames, and countless flame dragons rushed into the sky.

And on the mountain road, purple slowly walked out of the light and flames.

**Feng Qiwu, who was holding his whole body, walked forward slowly, and there were traces of red flowing on his body, as if he was a phoenix.

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