"How did this guy come in?" Yeyang frowned when he saw Feng Jian arrive, but when he saw him walking towards the Langya halberd, Yeyang couldn't help but smile gloatingly.

Without paying attention to Yeyang's expression, Feng Jian only had this treasure left in his eyes, and approached the Langya halberd step by step, stopped about a zhang in front of it, and carefully stretched out his hand.

The sky vanished, the warm sun warmed the cold swamp, everything was calm and beautiful, the fresh air contained the fragrance of earth, and the hand that sealed the sword was less than a foot away from the Langya halberd, and everything did not seem to threaten in the slightest.

But at this time, the Golden Holy Sword that he was holding tightly in his other hand suddenly trembled violently, issued a dangerous warning, and almost came out of his hand, and the sealed sword was startled, and quickly retracted his hand.

But it was still a step too late, and the small black halberd that looked harmless to humans and animals suddenly spewed out a thin black gas, conjuring up a huge arc-shaped black blade, and slashed towards the sealing sword with lightning speed.

Running like light, fast as light, even if the Sealing Sword Shenyuan was running wildly, retreating and dodging quickly, it was still half a beat slower, and the black blade slashed lightly across the body, and one arm fell off in an instant, falling on the rotten leaves, and after a few symbolic convulsions, he fell into a deep swamp.

The arms were broken with sleeves, the shoulders were smooth as a mirror, and you could see the white bones and blood vessels, as well as the bright flesh and blood, which was as crystal clear as a piece of blood jade, but something strange happened, and not a drop of blood was splashed, and time stood still.

Immediately afterwards, the blood vessels erupted, blood gushed out one by one, and a heart-rending pain was transmitted to his mind, Feng Jian fell into severe pain in an instant, his face was as pale as snow, twisted into a ball, and beads of sweat the size of beans came out of his forehead, soaking his clothes.

"Ah......h

"Tut-tut, don't touch other people's things, if you're not careful, you'll hurt yourself. Seeing Feng Jian's miserable appearance, Yeyang couldn't help but laugh strangely, and with a whistle, Langya's halberd groaned, turning into a black light and entering his body.

Feng Jian's eyes widened, and he almost forgot the pain at this moment, the small halberd that was invincible just now was fierce and mighty, and now it was subdued by the night sun, and it was like a cloud just now.

After the shock, a raging anger appeared in his heart, it was obvious that this little halberd was originally a thing of the night sun, and just now, he wanted to control it in his own hands like a fool.

Thinking of this, he was even more furious, his hateful eyes were even more hideous because of the severe pain, he looked at Yeyang, and shouted angrily: "Shameless villain, just use some conspiracies, I will definitely break you into ten thousand pieces today!"

The golden holy sword in his hand trembled violently, and between the flickering of the sword shadows, one after another sword lights burst out, as if tearing apart the space, and a burst of air explosion sounded, slashing towards the night sun in all directions.

"Do it yourself, you deserve it!" Ye Yang sneered, took out the Three Lives Han Halberd, there was not the slightest fear in his eyes, but he was full of battle intent, he is now on par with the Sealed Sword Cultivation, are you still afraid that he will not succeed?

The cold halberd waved like an arm, wielding it flexibly in the hand of the night sun, sweeping wildly, the demon yuan surged, and one after another black blades swung out, colliding with the sword light, the energy surged, and at the same time the ashes disappeared.

Feng Jian was taken aback, when he fought in the first two months, Yeyang's strength was obviously far below him, but now he was able to compete with him, and after feeling it carefully, he found that the realm of Yeyang had actually reached the middle level of the Chongmai realm!

I see, but this didn't make him rise half a point of retreat, in the same realm, he was not afraid of anyone, but his heart was more murderous, Yeyang's talent was extraordinary, since he couldn't use it for himself, he shouldn't let him live in the world anymore.

The shot was even more merciless, the golden holy sword was swung with a swish, and countless sword lights suddenly appeared, flashing sword lights flew all over the sky, and they converged into a huge golden torrent, surging out wildly.

"This trick again?" Ye Yang snorted coldly, his hands clenched the cold halberd, the eerie cold air was pressing, and the black demon yuan was running extremely fast, converging on the halberd blade, and the edge was exposed.

The black light flashed, the long halberd slashed out, and a black arc-shaped light blade with a width of one foot shot out, cutting into the golden wave, stabbing and breaking, the black blade fiercely split the wave, and the sword light was everywhere, but the black blade also exploded with a bang, destroying all the flickering sword light......

Fierce battles continued to break out, from the brilliant cold halberd holy sword and sparks, to the physical collision and blood boiling with bare hands, in two hours, the two fought for hundreds of rounds, and both suffered injuries of varying degrees.

Feng Jian is also worthy of being the pride of the gods of the heavens, not only the root bones are wonderful, the cultivation speed is amazing, and he has entered the Chongmai realm in less than a hundred years, and his talent in magic is also very powerful, and it is rare to see the talent of the sword in ten thousand years.

His father is the master of the North Seal Gate, and his master is the Holy Sword Sect Master Jian Jingyun, who has been cultivating in the Holy Sword Sect since he was a child, not asking about the world, and is obsessed with the way of the sword.

He has cultivated the heirloom technique of the North Seal Gate, the Zhentian Seal of the Middle Rank of the Xuan Rank, and also practiced the strongest fist technique of the North Seal Gate, the best of the Spirit Rank, and the Golden Overlord Fist of the half-step Xuan Rank.

The Holy Sword Sect's Zhenzong Heart Method, the Red Gold Sword Technique of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank was also cultivated by him to the highest level, and the three major Xuan Rank Sword Techniques: Golden Light Sword Tide, Sword Blade Storm, and Ten Thousand Dao Sword Rain, were also cultivated to an extremely high level.

In a small place like the Northern Seal Realm, there are very few resources and weapons, only the powerhouses of the Chongmai Realm can afford to use spiritual weapons, and even many low-level kings use the best treasure weapons, and even the old monsters of the level of Pansi Daxian are just pseudo-royal weapons.

As for the royal weapons, there are only less than ten pieces in the entire Northern Sealing Realm, all of which are the treasures of the town clan of the major king-level forces, and only the old monsters of the Holy Terrace Realm can afford to use them, or even can't afford them.

In the Holy Sword Sect, there was once a very remarkable king sword, which was extremely powerful, far beyond ordinary royal weapons, but it was a pity that ten thousand years ago, the scabbard was accidentally damaged, and only the sword body remained, and the power was greatly reduced.

But even so, it is comparable to an ordinary royal weapon, but since then, it has been very strict with the user's kendo talent, and if you are not careful, you will hurt yourself, and it has been held in the Holy Sword Sect for thousands of years, and no one has been able to use it again.

It wasn't until the sealing sword entered the Chongmai realm that he picked it up again and held it in his hand, once again glowing with brilliant light, reproducing the majesty of the year.

Feng Jian is only one hundred and fifty years old, and he is only a junior young man, but his strength surpasses that of most of his predecessors, among the gods and clans, among the middle-level god kings, only Situ Yue, who is at the peak of the middle rank, can beat him.

And what Yeyang has mastered now is only the first form of the Black Halberd Method, as well as the best Spirit-level Kaishan Fist, and the shadowless step of the middle grade of the Xuan Rank is only a body method, with no attack power, and the rest of the moves are also created by themselves, and the power is also not strong.

Fortunately, his demon yuan contains evil energy, full of destructive power, the attack power can be equivalent to that of the sealed sword, and the speed is even greater than him, even if the defense is insufficient, he can also fight a tie.

After fighting for so long, most of the Divine Yuan of the Sword Sealing Sword has also been consumed, and Yeyang's cultivation is the legendary level of the Netherworld Heart Sutra, I don't know how many times higher than the Red Gold Sword Technique, and it is still easy to use, and the demon yuan is endless.

Feng Jian's face was slightly pale, and the golden holy sword in his hand swung and rotated, and the blades of the sword also swirled and flew, forming a storm of several zhang in size, flying sand and stones, and yellow sand all over the sky, quickly sweeping towards the night sun.

The Three-Life Cold Halberd held in Yeyang's hand was just a mid-level spiritual weapon, and after colliding with the Golden Holy Sword for so long, small cracks had already emerged, if it weren't for the special material of casting, I am afraid it would have turned into pieces long ago.

But there was no anxiety on the face of the halberd, his hands did not tremble, his legs did not shake, his body stood like a pine, his face was as calm as water, and only a layer of fine sweat soaked from his forehead showed that he was in a fierce battle.

The halberd stirred wildly, the whining wind sounded, the halberd came out like the wind, the black gas converged on the halberd blade, and the tip of the halberd suddenly pierced out, as if poking out a big hole in the air, and a thunderclap-like explosion sounded.

The cold light appeared, like one, but it was like countless paths, pierced in the fierce whirling storm, the hurricane that could tear everything apart, but it was never able to help this small cold light, but it was eroded and consumed, and gradually subsided.

"Ah!" Feng Jian roared, the Golden Holy Sword hung in front of him, he spat a mouthful of blood on the sword, and pinched the hand seal with one hand, the Golden Holy Sword trembled violently, and let out a soft groan.

"One into ten, ten into hundred, a hundred sword rain!" his mouth was full of blood, and while changing the magic seal, he silently recited the incantation, and all the remaining divine elements were entered into the golden holy sword.

The golden holy sword burst out with golden light, conjuring up a hundred lightsabers, the lightsabers were neatly arranged, the tips of the swords pointed forward, and all of them began to rotate rapidly, and with the gesture of sealing the sword, they turned into a hundred streamers, flying towards the night sun.

"This guy is really troublesome, why are there so many means?" Ye Yang gazed, the swordsmanship that Feng Jian was using now was obviously more powerful than the previous Sword Storm and Golden Light Sword Tide, and there was only one arm left, and his strength was limited, otherwise his power would increase a lot.

However, the price of this move is not small, the Baidao light saber turned into a rain of swords, and the sealed sword also seemed to be deflated, his limbs were weak, and he fell to the ground limply, panting heavily.

In the face of the overwhelming rain of swords, Yeyang naturally did not dare to be careless, the three lives of the cold halberd clenched, the demon yuan surged and gathered, and a wild and unruly devil phantom appeared behind him, letting out a piercing roar.

"Roar!" like a beast off the leash, and like a vicious tiger out of the cage, as the halberd swung down violently, a terrible and terrifying long roar sounded, the magic sound filled the brain, deafening, the devil waved the sharp ghost claws, pounced on the sky sword rain.