Airplanes!

When the red figure took shape from the altar, a cold and evil aura rose to the sky.

Mu Feng's eyes shrank, and a strong sense of danger swept through his body.

The red evil spirit, the height was only about the waist of an ordinary martial artist, and the body was emaciated, but everyone who saw it would feel a cold chill.

"Bah~"

The corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of curvature, and the evil spirit's body was illusory.

"Oh!

The red evil spirit, fast as a ghost.

Directly attached to the back of a warrior, back to back, and even, everyone could see the infiltrating sneer of this red evil spirit.

I saw that the warrior's body was rapidly shriveled at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

The hair began to turn gray, the skin saggy, and soon there was a sign of aging.

Cultivation, even plummeted, and in the end, only the realm of martial apprentices was left.

In the end, there was no direct breath at all, and it fell directly.

In this scene, the warriors who watched it had not fled far away, their scalps were numb.

The evil spirit, the corners of the mouth hooked a wicked smile.

Sou!

A blood-red trail was streaked through the air, and it was directly attached to another martial artist again.

At this time, the warrior's face was full of fear, and his eyes flashed with despair.

Situ Kongming also retreated quickly, his heart full of remorse.

Because, it was he who knew that he was bent on going his own way, which caused a hundred to close to two hundred Liuyun Sect disciples, and at this time, there were less than a few dozen left!

If, then what Mu Feng said is true.

Zhong Wuji and his hundreds of core disciples of the Liuyun Sect were really killed by Mu Feng, so in this selection competition, the entire Liuyun Sect could be described as suffering heavy losses.

The young generation of Tianjiao was almost wiped out!

Even with the background of the Liuyun Sect, it is absolutely a great loss of vitality!

"It's all, that damn boy!"

The eyes looked at him resentfully, and the purple-clothed young man in the arrogant position was there.

Situ Kongming blamed the reason on Mu Feng's head.

The red evil spirit, as fast as lightning, continued to devour the essence blood, cultivation, and life essence of the warrior.

And that cold and evil aura is getting stronger and stronger!

Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and from this blood-red evil spirit, he felt an extremely strong aura of danger.

And he could sense that this blood-red evil spirit seemed to be paying attention to him all the time, and his eyes flashed with a greedy color while sweeping him.

You must know that with Mu Feng's current strength of qi and blood, and surging spiritual power.

One person, for this evil spirit, is like a poison of temptation.

The reason why Mu Feng was not chosen to start as soon as he came up may be because this evil spirit who has just recovered is not yet fully sure to take down Mu Feng!

"Whew!"

Mu Feng's eyes were cold, the means of this dark evil palace were really done!

Sitting back and waiting is not Mu Feng's style at all!

"Thunder!"

Zizi~

On the purple light sword, there was a trace of electric arc winding.

The power of thunder, with the ability to destroy all evil.

Therefore, Mu Feng preferred the thunder style of the Nine Swords of Ling Xiao.

Fast as thunder, fast as lightning!

A purple bolt of lightning shot towards the blood-colored demon.

"Bah~"

There was a scream, as if the demon was angry.

Scold!

A bone scythe slashed through, blocking in front of the evil spirit that was constantly devouring the essence and blood of the warrior.

Rumble!

Fierce collision, surging!

"Get out of here!"

Mu Feng roared!

Because, once this blood-red evil spirit is allowed to continue to devour, I am afraid that it will cause extremely terrible consequences!

"Truly, you know that you are afraid, today you will taste the real fear!"

Dark Night Sen Ran laughed.

"Since you are in a hurry to find death, I will give you a ride first!"

Rumble!

Mu Feng's golden spiritual power burst out from his thin body.

Above the head, the phantom of the eight thousand Dao Bureau Ding was instantly condensed!

"How is that possible!"

Dark Night screamed, you must know that a month ago, when he saw this Mu Feng, he was still in the martial arts realm, and in just one month, he almost crossed a big realm!

It's just a bit sensational!

Sou!

Mu Feng didn't care about the shock of the dark night.

Holding a purple light sword, his body soared, directly narrowing the distance between the two.

"Phantom Sword Style!"

In an instant, Mu Feng took out tens of thousands of swords, and the dense sword shadows covered the sky and the sun, swishing through the dark night!

"Dark Demon!"

There was a burst of applause, and the purple-brown lines around the dark night shimmered with a bewitching luster.

Snort!

The sound of tooth acid rubbing kept ringing.

He didn't expect that Mu Feng's sword would be terrifying.

Even, in the center of the cold and evil fog, where the sword and the iron chain intersected, a series of sparks shot endlessly.

"Isn't that enough?"

The corners of Mu Feng's mouth hooked up a cold, blade-like arc.

At this moment, Mu Feng once again grasped the mysterious realm of the unity of the human sword.

It seems that the purple light sword in his hand at this time is an extension of his body, and even Mu Feng can feel the joy and desire of the sword.

Laugh at!

The body shot out, like a sharp sword, piercing the void.

At the tip of the sword, the edge shone brightly, condensing Mu Feng's strongest blow.

"Defeat!"

Mu Feng whistled softly.

"Wishful thinking, I'm going to entangle you, it's easy. Wait until the evil spirit devours enough, and you become nourishment!"

Nightshade smirked.

However, will Mu Feng let him get his wish?!

The sharp sword, like a meteor in the night sky, flashed away and stabbed on the shoulder of the dark night.

"Hmph, my Dark Demon ......"

The dark night just wanted to let out a sarcastic laugh, but a biting chill filled the whole body.

Moreover, a sharp pain came from the shoulder.

Laugh at!

Fishy blood soared, and an arm flew straight up.

"Ahh

A terrible scream sounded, and everyone's pupils shrank, only to see a thin arm covered with purple-brown lines smashed to the ground.

A sword slashed one of Night's arms.

At this time, Mu Feng's sword, like a loud slap, directly woke the dark night from the illusion!

The blade shook rapidly, and a stream of killing sword intent followed the wound in the dark night and went straight to the flesh.

Boom!

The body fell to the ground, and the night retreated rapidly, and there was a look of anger and a hint of fear in his eyes.

This boy is simply too wicked.

In just over a month, he went from being suppressed by himself to being able to defeat himself!

If this son does not die, he must be a great threat to his holy palace.

"Die!"

Mu Feng's soles slammed on the ground, and his body pounced like a roc, and the sword in his hand, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, went straight to the throat of the dark night.

Airplanes!

The air was torn apart like ripples, and even the dark night felt the breath of death, which was approaching.

His heart is now full of remorse, regretting why he didn't do his best to kill this son in the first place!

"Mu Feng!"

At this moment, a voice full of fear sounded: "That thing, behind you!"

(End of chapter)