The middle-aged inner disciple came to the stage and looked at Liu Feng, his eyes full of solemnity.

You know that you are not my opponent, why do you still want to come to the stage, Liu Feng frowned, and said lightly.

The middle-aged man's eyebrows were full of heroism, and he said: My name is Zhang Qiang, I am different from them, they are disciples of the Demon Cloud Cave, and I am from the Wuji Demon Palace.

Isn't the Infinite Demon Hall the Demon Cloud Cave?, Liu Feng asked rhetorically.

In your eyes, it is one, but in our hearts it is different, he smiled arrogantly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and this cold light was extremely rich when he said the Infinite Demon Palace.

"Good", a demonic disciple with a sense of belonging, look at your breath...... is qualified to let me use fifty percent of my cultivation power, Liu Feng is still arrogant.

But the arrogance did not fight back, and faced it in person. He could feel the breath coming from Liu Feng's body, like a vast ocean, and he said lightly: I can defeat ...... But your cultivation is not enough.

During the conversation, there were traces of spells on Zhang Mad's body, he pinched the trick with one hand, his fingers were crystal clear, and there was a strong aura floating in the ring.

"Wind", Zhang roared, and the void suddenly changed greatly.

A gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, and this wind was very sharp, like a sharp blade flashing in the void.

A hint of solemnity flashed in Liu Feng's eyes, and he said lightly: The Wind God Spirit Decision, one of the three parts of the Demon Cloud Cave.

At the same time, the sword intent on Liu Feng's body spread again, and the sea of sword qi in the air rose and fell, exploding under his control.

I have three swords, the first sword is a heavy sword, the second sword is a sharp sword, and the third sword is a false sword. This technique was created by the ancestor of my family's Broken Infant Great Perfection.

You are qualified for me to wield fifty percent of the strength of the epee. Liu Feng was indifferent, it was still a sword, the sea of sword qi in the air rose and fell, and it suddenly erupted under his control.

The infinite sword intent roared towards Zhang Madness like Mount Tai was overwhelming.

Senior Brother Liu Feng, come on......

Senior Brother Liu crushed that kid......

Some Qingfeng Cave disciples in the audience shouted to cheer for their senior brother.

However, the disciples of the Demon Cloud Cave were indifferent, and only a few people mentioned it a little.

When Zhao Wen saw this scene, he sighed: The predecessor of my Wuji Demon Hall was still a righteous path force, but now it seems that it is far inferior to other sects in cultivating disciples.

The cohesion and centripetal force of the sect have disappeared in the years, and the ancestors of the sect before can't see anything, in this case, the gap is clear at a glance, and their own disciples have no sense of belonging to the sect at all.

The Qing Leng Hall Lord on the other side of the river bank also discovered the problem of this month, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, the Wuji Demon Hall had been moved to Youzhou for thousands of years, and it finally fell into their hands at this time.

Go......

Liu Feng roared, and the sea of sword qi in the air rushed towards the arrogant suppression.

Feeling the almost infinite sword intent, in the eyes of the arrogance, the power of this sword almost surpassed the limit that the Nine Spirit Realm cultivators could reach, and it was comparable to the ordinary blow sent by a powerhouse of the Divine Ability Realm.

Avoiding being suppressed by a sword like Liu Wufei, his arrogant body retreated sharply, and he controlled the wind in the air to suppress it towards the sea of sword intent, and at the same time spit out a purple light from his mouth.

The purple mang came out of nowhere, and when it saw the air change, it immediately expanded, turning into a big black hand the size of dozens of zhang and grabbing towards the willow wind.

A crisp sound sounded in all directions, countless sharp swords cut through the wind, and Liu Feng's cultivation was almost beyond the boundary of the half-step Divine Power Realm, and it could be seen that his true cultivation had reached the level of the Divine Power Realm.

Liu Feng was motionless, looking at the dozens of jet-black hands in the air, its speed was too fast, as if ignoring the space, it came directly, there was no way to avoid it, his body suddenly burst into dazzling light, and the golden battle suit on his body suddenly had a coercion revealed.

"Bao Jia, and the level is not low, the bottom of the arrogant heart sank, and the big black hand suddenly slapped on Liu Feng's body, Liu Feng's body retreated sharply, and he took seven steps back under the strong force", but his hair was flying, his eyes were shining and he looked at Zhang Mad with a bright eye, and said in surprise: The speed of this big hand?

The wind was torn apart, and countless sword intents suddenly turned into a ten-meter-long sharp sword that landed less than three inches above Zhang Mad's head, and stopped.

A strong sword intent clearly emerged, filling the whole heart of insolence, he was on the line of life and death, if this was on the battlefield, this sword had fallen, and he would have died.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang smiled bitterly: I am defeated, and I am convinced.

The Wind God Spirit was easily cut like paper under the heavy sword, and his hole card, that is, the jet-black hand in the air, was resisted by the treasure armor.

Although there are many hole cards that have not been used, defeat is defeat, and there is no turnaround.

Zhang Qi turned around directly, flew off the ring, and respectfully hugged his fists towards Zhao Wen without saying a word, and disappeared among the disciples.

At the same time, there was a bright light spreading on the other side of the riverbank, and some disciples flew into the ring to challenge the willow wind.

Zhang Xian's eyes flashed with a deep meaning in the crowd, and now Dabi broke his previous plan, with the existence of Liu Feng, even if he took away He Void's body, it would be difficult for him to shine.

Before, he wanted to soar to the sky here, using this as a springboard to enter the Demon Sealing Sect.

Ten places, "too little", and now his chances of getting a place are too small, unless ............

Thinking of this, Zhang Xian frowned, walked out of the first son, and said to Zhao Wen: Hall master, the disciple has to leave for a while, tomorrow, I will come to the stage in the ring at the latest, I don't know if I can win, but at least it is better than now.

If Zhang Xian's words were pointed, Zhao Wen was disgusted in his heart, but he knew that the urgent thing in Zhang Xian's mouth was to take away the void body.

He Xukong's talent he has seen with his own eyes, if Zhang Xian successfully returns, there will only be good and no bad for this exchange, so he will nod in agreement.

Zhang Xian left the bank of the Tongtian River, and as he left, he looked at one of the disciples of Qingfeng Cave with murderous intent.

This is a female monk, and her eyes are shining as she looks at the willow wind in the ring, like a god of war.

Her name is Qingfeng, and she has a high status among the disciples of Qingfeng Cave, because the master of Qingfeng Cave is his mother.

Therefore, he is very high among the disciples in Qingfeng Cave, although his strength is not good, but his status is very high.

Qing Feng was the woman who captured He Void from the swamp with Zhang Xian.

It was also the person who calculated Zhang Xian's serious injury in the Misty Forest.

Therefore, Zhang Xian hated him to the core, and the degree of hatred almost surpassed that of Chen Tao, who was endlessly fighting with him.

Looking at Qing Feng with murderous intent, Zhang Xian already had a calculation in his heart and left the bank of the Tongtian River.

Return to the Qingyun Cave Mansion.

An endless light flashed in Zhang Xian's eyes, and the next day seemed to him to change his life.

He Xukong was lying quietly in the spirit pool at this time and cultivating, and his cultivation was still the consummation of the Yuelong Realm.

When Zhang Xian returned, a trace of fluctuation flashed in the depths of his eyes, which was very vague, and a wisp of extreme black intent flowed all over his body in an instant.

Zhang Xian's expression was radiant, looking greedily at He Void's body, the light of human nature was fully revealed, and with a wave of his long sleeves, He Void Mouran flew up from the spirit pool.

Others think that my Qingyun Mountain has a strong aura because I was transformed by the powerhouse of the Demon Sect and forcibly transferred the meridians to form, but this is not the case.

It's me...... It was I who obtained a huge four-colored source stone from an ancient ruin, buried it in Qingyun Mountain, and the aura accumulated over time to be so rich.

Zhang Xian shook hands, spiritual power flowed, and a stool-sized source stone in the spiritual pool flew in from the ground.

As soon as the source stone appeared, the spiritual power in the cave was extremely dense in an instant, like a fairy qi flying, and the four-colored light loomed.

Looking at this spirit stone, a trace of pain flashed in Zhang Xian's eyes, but then he retracted, and he muttered: Today I want to transform this body.

Purify me of everything, chances, creation, magic weapons, supernatural powers, and even my physical body, cultivation, and divine soul.

From then on I am He Void, and He Void is not me.

There was a wisp of darkness in the depths of He Void's flesh eyes, flashing a trace of human emotion, this moment he had been looking forward to for a long time.