The sword body was broad, the red light was like practice, and the giant sword that rose into the sky was like a divine sword flying from the sky, carrying a fierce and incomparably fierce force to rush towards the evil lord with slightly frowning brows.

It's too late.

The other party's speed was too fast, and he himself was a little surprised, but the human race was able to achieve the unity of human swords, cooperate with the natural avenue of heaven and earth, and turn into the highest level of swordsmanship - the heavenly sword. The master battle is the most taboo distraction, and his distraction is equivalent to increasing the chance of the Heavenly Sword attack.

In the pupils of the evil lord, there was only a huge red sword, like a meteor, and it rushed towards him quickly.

At the last moment, the evil lord had to wave his staff to block, but he heard a loud bang, the staff in his hand was knocked away, and his own arm was also shaken, and the next second, the heavenly sword rushed through his body.

It feels like being suddenly poured down by a basin of cold water in the middle of a cold winter day, which makes people feel a little numbing pain.

But after all, the evil lord has experienced a hundred battles, and he only reacted in an instant, quickly turned around, and slashed at Qian Zhenyan, who had just turned into a human form and quickly turned around to attack him again.

I didn't expect the evil lord's reaction to be so fast, and when Qian Zhenyan felt that his fierce palm wind was rushing towards his chest, it was too late to dodge, and when his eyes opened violently, he only heard a bang, his palms hit her body, and a surging evil aura rushed out from his palm, almost in the blink of an eye, completely enveloping her, completely frozen in the black evil qi.

Leng Feiyan, who had just jumped up from the bottom of the pit, happened to see such a thrilling scene, and felt like he was suddenly struck by a thunderbolt, and stood on the edge of the pit in a complete daze.

Feng Junwu frowned, he was very surprised that the evil power could imprison a living person, and he had fought against the evil lord's spiritual power flow for a long time before, and he knew very well in his heart that this person's spiritual power flow was not pure heaven and earth aura at all, it was completely refined into his own spiritual power by absorbing the evil power, so every evil spirit could kill a living person in seconds, not to mention that Qian Zhenyan was still trapped by such a thick evil spirit, and the time was long. Even if the evil lord doesn't do it, she will be infiltrated by the evil spirit, refining into a demon inch by inch.

At that moment, Feng Junwu actually had a strange thought. If Qianzhenyan dies at this moment, or if she falls into a demon, then the goddess Qianlan will have no chance to be resurrected, no matter what she has in the future, it will be impossible to achieve it again, only so. Only when he and Leng Feiyan are safe, can they return to the divine realm and continue to enjoy the endless life of the gods.

When he hesitated, Leng Feiyan reacted quickly, let out a long roar, and completely ignored the trauma on his body, turned into a black light and rushed towards the evil lord.

When he felt the power of incomparable hatred coming, the evil lord sneered, temporarily put down the arm that raised his palm and was about to split Qian Zhenyan into flying ashes, and pinched it casually, freeing up countless black evil aura from his body. Instantly condensed into a huge black dragon, and rushed towards Leng Feiyan with a whoop.

Feeling the evil aura on the black dragon's body, Leng Feiyan had to temporarily change the direction of the attack, but the black dragon chased after him, while making a deeardrum-shaking dragon groan, while constantly spraying black evil qi in the direction he fled, and the evil qi was like a giant insect with long eyes, rolling quickly towards Leng Feiyan.

Because the evil spirit qi continued to erupt from the mouth of the oolong, the evil power between heaven and earth unconsciously increased a little more, looking at Leng Feiyan who fled in embarrassment to avoid dozens of black gases. Feng Junwu's mind flashed over the scenes of getting along with Qian Zhenyan when he was on Earth, like a flood of tides, coupled with Huang Yingruo's previous affection for him, his cold heart slowly melted a little.

"The hosts. These two little monks are really overwhelmed, and they are still fighting with you, I think they are looking for death! Deliberately moving a few steps in the direction where the evil lord was standing, Feng Junwu said with a smile.

The evil lord seemed to remember his existence at this time, and glanced at him and said, "How can it be so coincidental?" Did they also accidentally fall into the pit? ”

"That's right. If they hadn't fallen into the pit with me, they might have followed the bone demon in, and had been hiding in the shadows with a half-step immortal weapon, waiting for an opportunity to disadvantage their master. Sensing the suspicion in his eyes, Feng Junwu immediately shifted his gaze, which really aroused the suspicion of the evil lord.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then snorted lightly, "Even if the Bone Demon wants to be unfavorable to me, he will not send the Terrans." Alright, if you want to prove your loyalty, I can give you a chance. Go, kill them both! ”

"Thank you for this opportunity." Feng Junwu, who had expected him to say this, was ecstatic, and the evil lord who couldn't see the clue at all couldn't help but be a little puzzled, could he really guess wrong?

I saw Feng Junwu casually pull out a blood-colored nine-stringed piano, sat down cross-legged in a chic manner, and his white clothes were spread on the blood-red earth, with an indescribable elegance.

He pulled it casually, and the ethereal sound was like a heavenly sound, but it shocked Leng Feiyan, who was running quickly to escape the pursuit of the oolong and the evil spirit's qi, and almost fell to the ground.

The evil lord's eyes lit up, and he never expected that the subordinate he had just received was actually a master of cultivating sound skills. You must know that not every monk can practice music skills, unless you have a deep attainment in music, or you are born with a different ability to comprehend music, you can't go deep into it, let alone comprehend the essence of music skills.

The characteristics of Yin Gong are group gong, which does not need to be elaborated, and the monks who can practice the sound skills to the realm of transformation can even integrate music into the true qi, causing extremely powerful lethality to the human body, which is far better than the monks using magic techniques or weapons to attack.

I saw that Feng Junwu's hands like jade bamboos began to appear on the strings of the strings, and the low, thick rhythm of the guqin was like the roar of a spirit beast hunting echoed between heaven and earth.

Leng Feiyan seemed to have suffered an extremely fierce attack, and fell to the ground in pain while holding his head.

The dust was everywhere, and countless jet-black evil currents rushed to Leng Feiyan, who was constantly rolling on the ground, and the evil lord's heart was very happy, and he looked up to the sky and smiled.

The rhythm continues, low and hoarse, like a ghostly sound, giving birth to a feeling of infinite sadness.

Leng Feiyan's face, who was completely entangled in the sound skills, was distorted, and he kept rolling around with his head in his hands, looking very uncomfortable.

The evil lord smiled and folded his arms to his chest, as if enjoying a pleasing performance.

The little human being is indeed inferior to ants in front of him, how can he feel the slightest pity?

Seeing that countless evil air currents were like giant insects biting Leng Feiyan who was constantly struggling at the same time, the rhythm suddenly turned, and the sound sounded several times in a row, like a rapid current rushing in, and like a waterfall flowing spring, making the air in this small world suddenly tighten, revealing a suffocating dullness, even the evil lord smiled and looked up when he felt that something was wrong.

Above the canopy of red light like blood, a silver curtain of light appeared as tight as one, as if a meteor shower suddenly appeared, falling extremely fast. (To be continued.) )