"You forced me, you forced me!"

The old man didn't choose to wipe the blood and tears on his face, he just looked at Mu Zifeng directly, there was no anger in his eyes, there was just a touch of sadness.

This scene is exactly in response to the desolation of "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return" in the world.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to stand still, and only the momentum of the old man continued to climb and climb.

"Master, interrupt him!"

Suddenly, Xiao Xuan's anxious voice came from Mu Zifeng's ears.

A solemn look also appeared on Mu Zifeng's face, and the thirty-two prohibitions of the Qiankun Emperor Sword had been completely lit up by him.

The one-foot-wide and five-foot-long heavy sword seemed to have a soul, and the blessing of the small sword had reached a complete level.

His body also grew suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to nearly three meters high, and the black coarse cloth robe on his body was torn apart, revealing the strong flesh bumps on his body.

At this time, Mu Zifeng was completely like a monster full of explosive power, and every muscle and even every cell was filled with infinite power.

A dazzling sword light of thousands of zhang in size flew out from the Qiankun Emperor's sword and went straight to the old man.

It was he who performed the third form of the three swords of Qiankun - destroying the heavens and destroying the earth.

The sword light was like a meteor and a lightning bolt, and even the air was shaken and then evaporated.

He estimated that even if this old man could use a thousand catties of magic, in the face of such a strong attack, I am afraid he would not be able to react, not to mention, he was still lifting the seal of his body, and he definitely had no effort to take care of it.

"Break—"

The old man let out a loud shout, and the mist all over his body suddenly condensed into a defensive wall that was one person high and hundreds of feet thick, enveloping his whole person in it, like a big rice dumpling.

At the same time, he pinched his hands, and his whole body suddenly rose to the size of ten zhang, and the muscles all over his body condensed into lumps, and he escaped from a flesh tank.

His face also enlarged rapidly, his short black and blue hair stood on end, like steel needles, piercing the sky, and his ears became large pig-like ears, and two fangs protruding from his cheeks, looking like the Yaksha ghosts of ancient mythology.

Full has become a super monster.

In just ten breaths, he had completed his transformation, lifted some kind of seal on his body, and his cultivation had definitely risen to the level of surpassing the Demon Emperor.

It was too late, but it didn't happen more than fifteen breaths, as the sword light approached, the monster that the old man turned into was wrapped in mist, and all this happened between the lightning and flint, which was dizzying.

"Boom!"

The blade collided violently with the monster's body and the mist, making a loud noise, and the low cultivation of the Mist Clan was immediately in the aftermath**, and the air was filled with an indissolvable smell of blood.

The whole earth trembled as if there had been a shallow earthquake, the mountains collapsed, the demon trees were uprooted, and the flowers and plants were gone.

Mu Zifeng estimated that the old man's body must have been sealed with the natal essence blood of some ancient creature, and once the seal was lifted and the essence blood was activated, the old man would become the appearance of that creature, and at the same time possess a certain ability of that creature.

But this is definitely not something he should consider now, because the trouble in front of him has not been resolved, and if this old man is not killed today, I am afraid that all of them will die.

Although this old man has lifted the seal and cast some kind of secret method, he may not last long, but it won't take long to kill them, and thirty breaths is enough.

Can't this old man even hold on to thirty breaths?

The answer, of course, is no.

The Qiankun Emperor Sword is worthy of being a weapon of the Demon Emperor Rank, a proper holy treasure, with the blessing of the small sword, its power has been invisibly magnified a lot, not to mention that the sword body was also mixed with the Cloud Demon Cold Flame by Mu Zifeng.

I saw that the sword light of thousands of zhang was first in contact with a palm shadow of thousands of zhang in the old man's hurry, and the stalemate did not exceed five breaths, and the palm shadow broke inch by inch, and finally turned into nothingness.

And the sword light has also shattered a lot, dimmed a lot, and the power is not left.

Then, the sword light stabbed at the old man's mist defense.

As soon as the sword light came into contact with the mist on the old man's body, it advanced like a withering and decaying devastation, and the old man's hundreds of feet thick defense was simply useless.

In the end, the sword light slashed at the old man's huge body, and with a "poof", although the monster formed by the old man strengthened his body, he was still shaved off his left arm by the sword light.

A bloody arrow burst out.

The monster was slashed and flew out for more than a thousand meters, opening its mouth and spurting out a large mouthful of blood with a "poof", and the whole breath was a lot sluggish.

But the anger in his body soared to the extreme.

Mu Zifeng peeked and saw that after the monster's left arm was cut off, it did not regenerate, that is to say, the monster that the old man transformed into was not regenerated.

And after releasing such a big move, Mu Zifeng felt that the immortal power he had recovered before had also been consumed a lot. He reached out and took out two human pills and stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation.

"Little rabbit cub, okay, the old man has not been injured for thousands of years, and you are the first person to hurt the old man. Your three-plate axe is finished, it's the old man's turn!"

As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, the mist that wrapped his whole body turned into a heavy sword, and that appearance, as well as the Qiankun Emperor Sword in Mu Zifeng's hand, bursts of dazzling white light emanated from the sword, as if there were countless needles radiating outward, making people dare not look directly.

A palpitating power emanated from the sword, as if it came from the heart, and although the monk with a low cultivation level was separated by hundreds of miles, he still couldn't help but tremble.

"Before you die, let the old man let you see what a sword is!"

The monster let out a low roar, and a sword light that was almost condensed into substance in size of thousands of zhang slashed down towards Mu Zifeng's head.

"Brother Zifeng!"

Rui Sisi reached out and covered his mouth, and large thunder beads rolled down from his five-colored eyes.

"Brother Zifeng, hold on!"

Meng Yifei's frosty face was even more covered with ice, and a pair of five-colored magic pupils seemed to freeze the whole world.

"Brother Zifeng beat him!"

Zi Lan's eyes were also wide with anger, and he waved his hand to slash and kill a Fog Clan Demon Venerable, and if he looked closely, his eyes were also overflowing with tears.

Duan Ping and Feng Feifei stood in place even more dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Yin Xiaotao frantically arranged one formation after another in front of Mu Zifeng, hoping to use the formation to delay the attack of that sword, even if it was a little weakened.

"Master!"

Li Shi, Sha Ping, Jiang Daoyuan and others were shocked, their fate and Mu Zifeng were tightly tied, if Mu Zifeng died, how could they live alone?

"Dad—"

Mu Haotian jumped up, slapped hundreds of low-level cultivators of the Fog Clan to death, and flew towards the battlefield of Mu Zifeng and the monster like crazy.

"Master!"

Only Xiao Xuan clenched the magic knife in his hand, the joints turned white, the handle of the magic knife was about to be shattered by him, his face was even more red and white, his chest rose and fell, I don't know what he was thinking.

"Master, quickly cast the Void Lead!"

Xiaolong stomped his feet, forgot to transmit the sound, and shouted directly at Mu Zifeng.

The corners of Mu Zifeng's mouth moved slightly, revealing a miserable smile.

He wanted to use the Void Lead, tear the Void and retreat, but first, he still had so many confidants and subordinates, besides, he was still the patriarch of the Void Dragon Clan, wouldn't it be too irresponsible to leave like this?

In public and private, he must take this sword!

"If you want to kill the master, let's go to the next life!"

Mu Zifeng roared, "Boom" arranged a triple defensive formation in front of him, and at the same time, the cloud demon cold flame in his body was also mobilized by him, forming a huge shield in front of his body and above his head.

The Qiankun Emperor Sword was once again held in his hand, and he slashed out a sword with all his strength against the sword shadow.

Two human pills are not enough for him to recover to his peak in a short time, but it is still possible to recover fifty percent of his immortal power. Therefore, the same trick is used to destroy the world, although it is not as powerful as the first time, but it is not far from ten.

"Boom—poof!"

After two loud bangs, the whole heaven and earth experienced more than thirty breaths of trembling, and gradually returned to a brief silence.

When the smoke cleared, I saw that the monster had shrunk from ten zhang high to about three zhang, and the muscles all over its body were tumbling, and the deepest wounds could almost see the internal organs.

His chest rose and fell, his back was slightly curved, and he couldn't stand still.

And thousands of feet away in front of the monster, there was a large pit hundreds of meters deep, and Mu Zifeng's figure was no longer visible.

"Brother Zifeng!"

Ressi's tears were like wild horses that had been unleashed, and they rolled down her cheeks in pairs, smashing the ground into waves, and finally, she could no longer support her body, and she pounced and sat on the ground.

"Brother Zifeng!"

Mengyi Feishuang's face was filled with coldness, and the cold could be felt from a distance of ten zhang, she had no tears, and her eyes were filled with endless anger.

"Brother Zifeng!"

Zilan's short fiery red hair stood up at the roots, like a fried hen, "Old thing, the old lady is fighting with you!"

"Brother Zifeng!"

Yin Xiaotao had long eyes, and her hands were still pinching the formation trick, but she looked as if she had lost her soul.

"Why don't you pay back my brother Zifeng!"

Feng Feifei and Duan Ping poked there like clay sculptures, and large tears slipped from their eyes, but the two of them didn't realize it.

"Master!"

Li Shi, Sha Ping, and Jiang Daoyuan sat paralyzed on the ground, constantly looking at their bodies to see if they had come to another world.

"Dad—"

Mu Hao had already paused his body, he let out a howl similar to that of a wild beast, his naughty little face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his dark eyes burst out with angry cold light.

"Old horseman, the master will kill you!"

His fists clenched.