As Jiang Feng read the words, the chain of broadswords made a violent sound, and the blood on the blade seemed to be greedily devoured by something, making people disappear out of thin air without seeing what was going on, and in the next second when the blood was gone, an ancient and vigorous voice sounded, and streams of energy and rays visible to the naked eye continued to pour into Jiang Feng's eyebrows from the blade of the yellow light, and the aura on Jiang Feng's body also rose sharply.

The wind was strong, the dust was flying, and the air flow over this field was rapidly rotating around Jiang Feng, like a whirlpool in the sea, and the coercion that erupted in the center even Tang Wushuang couldn't help but take two steps back.

"This little bastard is actually a blood sacrifice to the Sword Ancestor!" a solemn look crept up on Tang Wushuang's face again, originally thinking that Tang Rongshi had already achieved nine out of ten in the display of the Flame Needle, but people were not as good as heaven.

"Feng'er!" Jiang Tiansheng's eyes flashed with tears as he stared at the figure in the center of the whirlpool, as the master of the Ring Sword Sect, he knew the consequences of the Blood Sacrifice Sword Ancestor, but unfortunately it was too late, he hated himself for being incompetent and weak, and let his son take on the responsibility that should belong to him.

Under the pressure of the rage, Tang Rong bore the brunt, the stronger and stronger aura on Jiang Feng's body made his heart beat violently, fighting with the latter in the past, although there was no victory, but there had never been such a fear of death as now.

However, Tang Rong was not frightened, fear made his fighting spirit almost reach the point of madness, and after the winning streak, waves of strong vitality condensed into a wall of waves in mid-air and spread away.

Tang Rong's technique was exactly what Tang Biao used in Longtan when facing Zhang Mochen, the power of a single wave wall was not as powerful as his brother at all, but more than a dozen wave walls together, it seemed to be really a terrifying wave in the wind, galloping and surging, making people tremble.

When the last wall of waves rushed away, because of exhaustion, Tang Rong sat on the ground with his buttocks, if it weren't for the vicious eyes, his pale face was like a corpse soaked in water.

There was a flame needle in front and a wall of stacked waves in the back, Tang Rong was no longer able to fight, but the corners of his mouth were smug and sneering. He was confident that even if Jiang Feng sacrificed to the Sword Ancestor, he would not be able to escape death.

This space was completely agitated because of the two teenagers, the wind was fierce, the air was turbulent, the giant needles were galloping, and the waves were monstrous, everyone was completely shocked by the scene in front of them, and some people even asked themselves if they could survive under this rage.

Zhongli and Xie Fei glanced at each other, and they could see a trace of surprise in each other's eyes. As disciples of the Liuyun Sect, when they came to a small place like Qingquan Town, they were always disdainful, but they didn't expect that the person they disdained would actually make such a big move, whether it was facing Tang Rong or Jiang Feng, they were still confident that they could win, but it was by no means easy.

The surrounding air vortex is getting bigger and bigger, and the aura on his body is getting stronger and stronger, but Jiang Feng's eyes are still closed, obviously he hasn't finished borrowing the power of the Sword Ancestor yet. Although Tang Rong had no strength to fight again, the Flame Needle and the Stacked Wave Wall had already formed an offensive. If you have to say a victory, the latter has a better chance of winning, because Jiang Feng is likely to be completely killed before he awakens.

Like Tang Rong, Tang Wushuang's eyes were extremely vicious, if you were careful, you would find that his slightly opened lips kept repeating one word, "Death, death, death......!"

The fists were clenched together, the nails that were not sharp had been buckled into the palms, and the slight pain caused by the sweat invading the wound could not arouse Jiang Tiansheng's concern at all, at this moment, all his nerves were tensed on the young man who was still frowning and closing his eyes in the center of the air vortex. "Feng'er, wake up quickly!"

Under the nervous gaze of the audience, the Flame Needle took the lead in killing, and when it was less than two meters away from Jiang Feng, it suddenly erupted with terrifying heat, and the surrounding air suddenly boiled, and the ground below it was suddenly scorched.

Its heat is like the sun, so it is named the sun, the power of the sun needle is not a sneak attack or poison, but the temperature emitted, just ask, who can endure the barbecue of the sun at close range?

His hair gradually turned yellow and his clothes slowly burned, but Jiang Feng's skin not only did not have a drop of sweat, but cracked like a dry mud little by little.

The corners of Tang Rong's smug mouth raised a few points more, even if Jiang Feng woke up now, it was too late, and he was even ready to accept the cheers.

However, when a deafening buzz sounded, Tang Rong's smug sneer stopped abruptly, only to see the chain of big knives that had been inserted into the ground fly up automatically, and at the same time as bringing up countless mud and stones, the volley slashed down, and a powerful knife wind slammed the air out of the vacuum zone and smashed on the Sun Needle, when people couldn't help but cover their ears because of the loud noise, the latter shattered in a violent tremble, and yellow fragments flew all over the sky, like glass falling from a high altitude.

The sudden change made the faces of both sides change sharply.

Looking at the yellow fragments in the sky, Tang Wushuang and the entire Tang Sect froze in place. They knew better than anyone else the power of the Sun Needle, but what about it, they were actually split into pieces by Jiang Feng's chain of broadswords, and the most shocking thing was that the big knife was still an attack launched by themselves.

Sacrificing to the Sword Ancestor is a secret method that will not be used unless it is a last resort, as the master of the sect, Jiang Tiansheng naturally knows the effect of this secret method, but the moment Jiang Feng's big knife flew out, his heart shook violently.

The big knife takes the initiative to attack and protect the master, which is not the effect that the sacrifice sword ancestor should have, unless this person has been recognized by the sword ancestor and has reached the realm of true human and sword integration. Jiang Tiansheng was stunned, and a touch of ecstasy bloomed between his eyebrows.

The Sun Needle was destroyed, Tang Rong spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and his eyes were black and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, he supported the staggering body with his hands.

In addition to Tang Wushuang in the Tang Sect, Tang Rong, who can refine the Burning Sun Needle, is the second person, even the talented Tang Biao, it took a whole year and there was no progress at all, but this killer weapon was now smashed by Jiang Feng's serial big knife, although Tang Rong's eyes were in disbelief, his heart was completely shrouded in horror.

The loud bang lasted for several seconds, like a continuous rolling thunder exploding overhead. Although the destruction of the Sun Needle shocked Tang Rong and Tang Men, fortunately, after a single blow, the chain of broadswords that seemed to have gained spiritual wisdom also lost its power and fell vertically from mid-air.

"Jiang Feng, today, you must..."

The Sun Needle was destroyed, but there was still a wall of stacked waves, Tang Rong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the murderous aura in his eyes was unprecedentedly rich, however, before he finished speaking, a whistling sound in the air suddenly sounded. Not only Tang Rong, but the eyes of the audience all stayed in mid-air with the soaring of a figure.