The body of the Xingyin Sword trembled slightly, holding it in Leng Qi's hand, and the sword roared like a cry.

Two fingers gently swept over the sword body, as if from the intimacy of the soul, just like the seven nights of the year.

The surprise on Yang Chengfeng's face gradually faded, and he looked at Leng Qi with a smile: "Back then, I fought with you for the first time and was defeated by your sword, but if you talk about the attainments of the path, I, Yang Chengfeng, ask myself not to lose to you!" It's okay, let's redefine the outcome today! ”

Leng Qi's expression was complicated, his sword pointed at Yang Chengfeng, and he said astringently: "Victory or defeat? I never cared! ”

Leng Qi's words seemed to stimulate Yang Chengfeng, Yang Chengfeng suddenly sneered, looked resentful, and roared: "But I care!" Seven nights, from the first time we fought to the battle of the Four Demon Mountains, I have not once refused to give in to you! Why? I'm not convinced! If I don't win you once, I won't be willing to die! ”

Leng Qi was furious, his eyes were red, his hand holding the sword was shaking, and he sobbed and roared: "Yang Chengfeng, who wants to fight with you for the so-called victory?" If you want, I can still give it to you today for seven nights! However, they ...... My master, uncle, and brothers...... Those who haunt me, can you still give it to me? Yes? I have lived seven nights worthy of heaven and earth, but I regret that I never killed you in the first place, I only hate myself for the kindness of one thought, but I have failed two lives......"

Leng Qi's knuckles turned white, Xingyin Sword waved his fingers obliquely, and with every word, he took a step closer to Yang Chengfeng, and the blade dragged on the bluestone ground, "sonorous", leaving a long string of sparks behind him.

Yang Chengfeng's expression was gloomy, and he laughed gloomily: "I don't want anything to give!" If you don't kill them, how can you force you out with all your strength? ”

"Bastard! It's not a pity to die! "The Yin and Yang Taiji diagram under the feet of Leng Qiqi flows, black and white, like the sun and the moon.

Raise your hand, and the sword comes out.

In the dim sky above the Broken Life Prison, a little galaxy actually appeared, accompanied by the Star Sword, crushing towards the evil qi rolling on Yang Chengfeng's side.

The ghosts cried incessantly, like rolling dark clouds, and their hideous faces were shattered, mixed with fear.

Yang Chengfeng took two steps back, pinched the pen, and tapped the tip of the white jade pen, stirring the evil qi in the sky, using the evil as ink, and drawing a heavenly and round place yin talisman in the air, and greeted the Xingyin sword.

The sword fell, the Yin Talisman was scattered, and Yang Chengfeng snorted and fell back more than ten steps.

Leng Qi stood still, glanced at Yang Chengfeng with cold eyes, held the sword in one hand, and slashed the sword body with his palm, and the red blood was dripping under his feet.

"The essence of Qiankun, the five elements of yin and yang, the place of the sword, how dare the ghost give birth to ......"

Leng Qi cursed in his mouth, and the faces of the people in the field changed color.

Yang Chengfeng was a little uneasy for the first time, his face sneered, and he looked at Leng Qi: "Seven nights, with this blood sacrifice technique, have you ever wondered if you can bear this residual thought now?" ”

Leng Qi was silent, but the original snow brightness of the Xingyin Sword gradually changed color, and it was as red as blood.

The sky is full of murderous aura.

The scene in front of him made the person who practiced the corpse look ugly, and a look of struggle flashed in his eyes, and finally turned into a decisive color.

For them, Yang Chengfeng is their only bargaining chip.

Suddenly, a corpse roar sounded in the prison of broken life, piercing the eardrums.

The people who practiced the corpse line all opened their mouths and looked up to the sky and roared, and the blue-gray corpse qi like a pillar of qi spewed out from their mouths, and finally gathered into a ball and dispersed into the crowd.

The pungent stench made the people in the field bend over and vomit.

The group of people led by the old witch of Miao Jiang looked frightened, and said in a lost voice: "Origin corpse qi!" Avoid ......"

At the same time, Liu Yuanqing also changed color: "Lao Du, put the corpse array, this corpse is extremely vicious, and it can turn the living into anger!" ”

Before Liu Yuanqing's words fell, those who were invaded by the corpse qi looked pained, the ruddy color on their faces faded, gradually turning blue and gray, and their skin and flesh became shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, a mist rose, and the dead air became thicker and thicker, merging with the evil qi on Yang Chengfeng's side, and the chest of the person who pressed it was stuffy.

Leng Qi looked at Yang Chengfeng in a dead breath with difficulty, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and hissed: "Even if you exhaust the last trace of residual thoughts, I will punish you today!" ”

Yang Chengfeng laughed, and the tip of the white jade pen was lifeless.

On the other side, Zhang Zhengling stared at his shriveled eyes, laughed miserably, and said in a sad voice: "You have been occupying the bodies of my junior brothers for a thousand years, and it is time to repay the debt!" ”

As soon as these words fell, everyone in the corpse training vein looked at Zhang Zhengling with ridicule and sneered: "Old immortal, what do you use to collect debts from us?" ”

Zhang Zhengling trembled and untied the big excessive wine gourd around his waist, raised his thin neck, which was only covered with green tendons, opened his mouth and poured the last drop of wine, closing his eyes and greedily as if he wanted to fight for the last trace of wine.

The throat squirmed, and Zhang Zheng smashed the wine gourd violently.

Inside there was a lot of blackened mahogany signs soaked in wine.

The lettering on it is vaguely variable: Lu Zhengyang, Wu Zhengfeng......

On the other side, it is engraved with the words "XX year, XX month, XX day, XX hour".

Zhang Zhengling burst into tears: "Your junior brothers continue my life with the soul of the eight characters, where is the wine I drink...... Zhengyang, Zhengfeng...... You see, he came back in the night......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhengling's heart was broken, and he looked up to the sky and howled: "It is said that the way of heaven is Yangyang, my coffin door is subject to two lives in the world, and there is no merit, is there no hard work?" If you owe a little guilt to my coffin, you shouldn't let my disciples end up like this......

The person who practiced the corpse looked at Zhang Zhengling, who was crying like a madman.

Until a deafening thunder rang out outside the prison.

The first purple-golden heavenly thunder roared and tore through the endless darkness of the Broken Life Prison, and when the endless darkness descended, the disbelief in the eyes of the corpse cultivators turned into horror, gradually magnified, and finally the soul of the dead was overflowing.

The thunder rolled down, tearing apart the corpse qi beside Yang Chengfeng, and also tearing apart those who were contaminated with corpse qi......

Finally, it landed on Zhang Zhengling's side, and split on the blackened peach road signs soaked in wine, and the road signs ignited with blue-green flames.

At the same time, the flesh of Lu Zhengyang and the others, who were occupied by the corpse training vein, ignited with that card, and at the same time, a blue-green flame emerged, enveloping the whole body.

In the turquoise flames, frightened strange souls struggled like crazy to escape the corpse surrounded by turquoise flames, but they felt as if they were firmly imprisoned......

After just a few breaths, he was swallowed up by the turquoise flames, and he couldn't find even a trace of ashes......

Leng Qi cried out in pain, roared and raised his sword to slash at Yang Chengfeng.

The corpse qi dissipated, a trace of panic flashed in Yang Chengfeng's eyes, and he gritted his teeth to block the white jade pen in front of him.

The crimson sword body of the Xingyin Sword swept the killing aura in the sky, and it was handed over with the white jade pen.

There was a slight clicking sound in the air, extremely slight.

Leng Qifei fell out, his flesh and blood blurred.

Yang Chengfeng's body was gone, and on the ground, only the white judgment pen that was broken in two lay quietly on the ground.

Those who are still alive can't seem to believe the scene in front of them.

And the black and white devil's body swayed, with a thick horror, and his voice changed tone: "Bastard boy, you have caused a big disaster, this pen is extremely yin, and it has been held by Yang Chengfeng for many years, I don't know how much yin, evil, resentment, poison, death, corpse, and qi have been absorbed in it, and once this pen is broken, the evil qi accumulated over the past thousand years alone is enough to turn this place into a real hell......"

Before the words of the black and white ghost child fell, the broken white pen, green, black, and other pus-like liquids spread, like the mouth of a river bursting its embankment.

At the same time, everyone's ears sounded with a bitter and resentful laughter: "Seven nights, my soul is immortal, what can you do with me?" Hahahaha...... You cut off this white jade pen, this evil spirit like the sea is to me, like water to fish! Hahahaha...... Let's all die......"

Outside the prison of broken life, Bai Chengyu, who was dressed in white, looked at the hellish scene, his expression was complicated, for a long time, he turned around, reluctantly glanced at the direction in his memory from a distance, and resolutely turned around and stepped in......

In that direction, thousands of miles away, the small courtyard in Changsha is the only concern he has in this world......