Some people knew that Yan Fei could also drive the Divine Phoenix Flame, but most of these people present didn't know that when they came to Xihuang Mountain, Yan Fei used it for the first time.

The bundle of immortals was burned by the flames of the Divine Phoenix, and he lost his original spirituality, and no longer posed any threat to Yan Fei.

Feng Yang was shocked when he saw it in the center of his eyes.

He hurriedly swallowed the immeasurable golden pill, and then pasted the sword talisman on the demon slaying sword.

The mental method operates, and the immeasurable golden pill immediately takes effect, making Fengyang's body glow with a faint golden glow.

The demon slaying sword in his hand was even more flashing, and the sword power of the entire sword was increased by at least three percent.

Yan Fei had just forced the bundle of immortal ropes to fall, when he suddenly heard a high-pitched sword roar, and a thick aura of Haoran was surging like a torrent, making him frown, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Looking at it in a flash, the wind and sun are like the gods of war descending from the sky, the gods are majestic, and the golden light protects the body.

"Dustless sword technique, sword falling to the sky!"

Airplanes!

Feng Yang held the Demon Slaying Sword high, the blade of the sword pointed straight at the sky, and in an instant, a Demon Slaying Sword stretched out, four or five zhang long, as if a huge heavenly sword was slashing at Yan Fei.

Yan Fei didn't dare to be careless, the power of this sword, I was afraid that it would exceed the limit of what he could bear, just when the sword was about to hit him, Yan Fei dodged horizontally, and the sword knot slashed firmly on the fighting platform.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the blade actually split a gap in the blessed bucket platform.

Everyone was shocked, although many of the people present were top powerhouses, they asked themselves if they could deliver such a strong blow at Fengyang's age.

The weaker ones are even more dumbfounded, if this sword is aimed at him, can he catch it?

The Shushan Sword Sect is really powerful, and the body of sword cultivation is really domineering.

Wandao Sword Venerable, these four words do not seem to be false.

On the stage, the sword fell into the sky and failed to hit Yan Fei, the sword shrank rapidly, Feng Yang flashed up, and he had already exerted his full strength, and he frantically cast the dustless sword technique on Yan Fei, whether it was a person or this demon slaying sword, it made Yan Fei feel a lot of pressure.

However, for Yan Fei, all this is his motivation.

Fengyang's strength completely stimulated the Haoran fighting intent in Yan Fei's body, Yan Fei only felt that his blood was boiling, and only when he fought with this kind of master could he be strong enough and tasteful.

was sent more than a dozen swords by Fengyang, and Yan Fei had already arrived at the corner of the fighting platform.

It seems that he has reached the end of the strong crossbow, but only Feng Yang understands that so far, he has used five treasures, and he has exerted all his strength, and it seems that he has an absolute advantage, but he has not been able to get the essential effect.

It's time.

Feng Yang thought so in his heart, and it just so happened that Yan Fei thought so in his heart.

Fengyang secretly sequeted a body of cultivation, and the whole person and the Demon Slaying Sword actually began to merge, and the momentum soared instantly, and those who were closer to the fighting platform would feel a great pressure.

The cultivation is relatively low, and he has to take a few steps back slowly, under the pressure of this momentum, if the cultivation is not enough and the realm is unstable, it is likely to be damaged by the soul.

At this moment, Yan Fei's eyes were slightly red, and the tiger's body shook violently.

Taking this opportunity, in his heart, according to the mental method of the Ten Directions Heavenly Deception Sword Technique, he fused his proud qi with the dragon soul qi of the Dragon Ancestor Sword Soul, and then issued it with the help of the third heart method of breaking the sword style.

The incomparable domineering aura suddenly burst out, and the momentum was originally an intangible thing, but at this moment, there seemed to be a surging air flow around Yan Fei's body, spreading in all directions with a devastating and decaying posture.

Arrogant and arrogant, straight to the nine heavens, domineering the world, lawless and lawless!

The third weight of the sword-breaking style is lawlessness.

Yan Fei used it for the first time, and faintly, a golden dragon hovered outside Yan Fei's body, and the extremely strong momentum suppressed Fengyang like a mountain and a sea.

Feng Yang's momentum was already very strong, but at this moment, he only felt extremely powerless.

It was only a little bit close to knocking Yan Fei down from the fighting platform, but he didn't dare to go any further.

Not only that, Feng Yang hurriedly took a few steps back and looked at Yan Fei with a frightened expression.

The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, this was the shock of the momentum, and he couldn't control himself.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

Most of the people's faces were frightened and incredulous, except for Duan Wuya, with a faint smile on his face.

The next moment, Yan Fei's sword blade pointed directly at Fengyang.

The golden dragon coiled outside the body soared into the sky, and then went straight to the wind and sun.

Breaking momentum, the second heavy, absolute deterrence.

The golden dragon flickered, Feng Yang trembled, his face was already as pale as paper, even the demon slaying sword was much quieter, and the light on the sword body was a lot dimmer.

"You, you ......"

"Fengyang, be careful, what are you still doing in a daze, take out the sword. Ziling Zhenren felt that the situation was not good, and as the head of the Shushan Sword Sect, he didn't care about his identity, so he shouted directly.

Fengyang was shocked, but he was extremely helpless in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't want to use his sword, it's not that he doesn't want to attack, but he really can't do it.

In the face of such a powerful power, it is not easy for him to stand up and stand on this stage.

It's like a sheep facing a tiger, it's good not to run, not to be paralyzed, how to take the initiative to attack?

Yan Fei will not give Fengyang another chance.

The human sword is one, the five veins are gathered, and the sword elements of the five sword veins in the body converge to one point, and are poured into the dragon pattern ancient sword, a sword, and Yan Fei's whole person is almost fused, this sword is issued, it can be described as a shocking ghost god.

The sword of man shot over the platform, and everywhere it passed, the platform collapsed, and even the collapsed gravel was crushed into powder.

Seeing Yan Fei's sword flying towards him, Feng Yang could only fight.

He completely gathered his cultivation and raised the Demon Slaying Sword in front of him.

A loud bang followed, the earth trembled, the entire top of Xihuang Mountain trembled, and the sound of dragon groans, crackling, and sword roars were intertwined, which made the gods and ghosts inevitably moved.

A shock wave spread out, and many people were washed to the ground, and blood was directly sprayed seriously, and those who cultivated high had to run their cultivation to resist.

After a few breaths, the smoke cleared, and the surroundings gradually quieted down, and everyone, including those who were wounded, looked at the arena together, and the strong sense of anticipation had made them forget the pain on their bodies.

Some even had bleeding from the corners of their mouths, forgetting to wipe them, but staring at the fighting platform.

The doutai is still there, but the side where Yan Fei was originally standing has all collapsed.

Feng Yang was still standing on the fighting platform, just where he was, but the demon slaying sword in his hand had already flown out and landed on the ground several feet away, his face was as pale as paper, there were faint blood marks on the corners of his mouth, and there were at least more than ten cuts on his embroidered cloud sword robe, which could be described as tattered.

Yan Fei, holding a dragon-patterned ancient sword, stood opposite him. What is the result? Who wins and who loses?