"Who is here, you actually disturb the retreat of this emperor!"

A voice filled with Diwei suddenly sounded in the underground room, and the sound was deafening, as if it contained endless anger.

Jian Fengyun felt his body sink, as if he was carrying a towering mountain.

Emperor!

Jian Fengyun's eyes condensed slightly, his gaze swept down the center of the underground cave, his face suddenly returned to calm, and his footsteps were still stepping on the steps of the Flame Yao Light Array, walking down.

"Bold mortal, you still dare to come over, one step closer to the emperor will make your soul fly!"

The voice that filled Diwei sounded again.

As if he hadn't heard, Jian Fengyun walked down the stairs and walked towards the emperor who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the cave.

"Mortal, you...... Don't push me! As Jian Fengyun approached, that voice suddenly became unconfident.

The corners of Jian Fengyun's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and he suddenly said: "Okay, I'll wait for you to scatter my soul!" ”

Almost the moment the words fell, Jian Fengyun's hand had already fallen to the emperor who was sitting cross-legged, and when the palm of his hand fell on the emperor's body, the scene in front of him was suddenly shattered, what emperor's true body, what was away from the fire Yao light array all disappeared, the entire basement was dark, only the faint candlelight was flickering, and a broken ancient stone platform appeared in front of him.

Jian Fengyun fell on the stone platform at a glance, only to see that the stone platform had been broken, the ancient runes engraved on the stone platform were also a little worn, and a little moss spread out on the stone platform, on the stone platform, on a bronze lamp stained with patina, a faint candle flame burned slowly, and the light of the entire underground cave was emanating from the bronze lamp.

"You...... How to break free from the illusion of the weaving of floating fire! A trembling voice of horror and fear suddenly sounded all around.

"Fu Shengyan, I didn't expect there to really be such fire in the world!" Jian Fengyun looked at the candle flame in front of him with a faint firelight, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he didn't pay attention to the terrifying voice.

Fu Shengyan, the twelfth flame on the Ancient Divine Fire List, that is, the Nine Nether Flames that Jian Fengyun broke into the Barbarian Thousand Domains in his previous life and took away from the Nine Barbarian Palace, and he was only ranked seventy-third on the Ancient Divine Fire List.

It can be seen how precious Fushengyan is, Fushengyan is said to be a flame born with the legendary reincarnation, floating fire, according to reincarnation, and even some ancient books record that having Fushengyan is not as good as reincarnation, and it will not die forever.

"It's a pity, the damage to the fire is too great, and I am afraid that it will not be able to be completed in a short time if you want to restore it!" Jian Fengyun reached out and grabbed the bronze magic lamp.

At this moment, a sword qi shot out from the stone platform in front of him, sweeping towards the sword wind cloud.

"Put down the floating cup, or I'm welcome!"

The voice sounded again, and Jian Fengyun dodged the sword qi, turned around, and saw that in front of the lamp that held the floating life, a bronze long sword stained with patina was suspended in the void.

The bronze sword was suspended in the void, exuding a cold sword aura, and on the bronze sword body, there were some thirsty bloodstains, although they were thirsty, the momentum emanating from the bloodstains was very powerful.

Seeing this scene, Jian Fengyun frowned suddenly, and said, "Ninety percent of the inscription is damaged, and you can still have such might, it seems that you are not an ordinary sword!" ”

With the existence of the Dao Dao God in his previous life, it can naturally be seen at a glance that the problem with this bronze sword, on the sword body, ninety percent of the places are covered with patina, and those covered places, the inscriptions on the bronze sword itself, are all damaged.

"Hmph, even if the Blue Emperor Sword damages the Nine Cities, it will be more than enough to kill you, I advise you not to act rashly!"

The bronze sword swayed slightly in the air, as if a man was speaking.

"Huh, really?" The corners of Jian Fengyun's mouth hooked up a faint smile, it seems that the sword spirit of this bronze sword regards him as an ordinary martial artist at the peak of the True Spirit Realm.

The moment Sword Fengyun's words fell, a fiery red long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and a surging imperial power suddenly spread out, exuding a cold demonic aura.

Red Sleeve Emperor Sword!

In an instant, the entire underground cave became heavy, filled with surging imperial power and sword qi.

Although the sword spirit of the Red Sleeve Emperor Sword has died out with the death of Red Sleeve Tim Xiang, the sword is still an undamaged Emperor Dao Extreme Soldier, and the loss of the sword spirit will make the power of the sword decrease a little, but with the current cultivation of the sword Fengyun, it will not be able to exert the full power of the Red Sleeve Sword at all.

The moment the red Hidden Blade appeared, the bronze sword trembled in surprise, as if it had seen something incredible.

"You...... You are a martial artist of the True Spirit Realm, how can you have an Emperor Dao Extreme Soldier! ”

Jian Fengyun didn't answer its question, but just spoke coldly and said, "Surrender to me, or be destroyed, now you have two choices!" ”

At the same time, on Jian Fengyun's body, a strong soul momentum suddenly burst out, with the emperor's power on the red sleeve sword, the robe was windless, and the sword wind and cloud were like the emperor descending.

The bronze sword froze suddenly, it couldn't think of how the young man in front of him could burst out with such a powerful momentum, this momentum was not inferior to its master, but its master was the Qingdi at the peak of the times, and the young man in front of him was only fifteen or sixteen years old, so why compare it with its master.

Just when the sword spirit was puzzled, a cold murderous aura suddenly descended on its body, causing it to tremble in fright.

"I ...... I surrender! ”

As the voice of the sword spirit fell, the red hidden sword in Jian Fengyun's hand also disappeared suddenly, and the momentum on his body disappeared abruptly.

He wasn't scaring this sword spirit just now, since he broke through the peak of the True Spirit Realm, the sword yuan power in his Spirit Mansion was enough for him to urge the power of the Red Hidden Blade a little, and the power of the Emperor Sword was enough to directly destroy the sword in front of him that was 90% broken.

"You won't regret the decision you made today!" Jian Fengyun said lightly, he cut his fingers, and a drop of blood fell on the bronze sword.

Blood dripped on the bronze sword, instantly turning into a mysterious formation, instantly enveloping the entire bronze sword.

"Blood Alchemy, how can you know the Blood Alchemy Technique?" The shocking voice of the bronze sword spirit sounded again.

The art of blood refining is a method of sacrificing spiritual weapons researched by ancient monks, and the spiritual weapons refined through this method will be directly integrated into the blood and summoned at any time, but this kind of sacrificial refining technique is very advanced, even their masters are not involved.

This kind of high-level sacrificial refining technique can actually be used by this young man in the True Spirit Realm who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and looking at this technique, he is very proficient in using it.

At this moment, the bronze sword spirit was completely stunned, is it that it has been sealed for too long, and the outside world has changed greatly, these imperial soldiers. The high-level sacrificial alchemy technique is no longer valuable, and it is rotten on the street!

(End of chapter)