Chu Fei whistled in his ears with the sound of the fierce wind, and he walked forward with difficulty along the broken soil.

The fourth time he used the God Search Scroll in the space of the gods, he did not summon the gods, let alone have a transcendent main god and god king.

Perhaps the space of the gods is similar to a gacha game on blue: the more powerful the character, the less likely it is to be summoned, as if it were some kind of fairness consideration.

Now, he has only one quasi-god in his hands, the quasi-god known as the king of the mountain. The defense of the king of the mountain is quite excellent, as if he has given up everything and has a special meat suit, which can withstand even the attacks of the gods in a short period of time.

The wind blew in the abyss, and the demon lord once again launched an attack that was enough to make everyone tremble.

Countless corridors were shuttling in all directions, the sound of friction was rattling, and in the darkness, everyone felt something terrible approaching.

The demon lord came from the sky, like a black dragon flying low. With a wave of his sleeves, the divine power was like an ink pen, and dozens or hundreds of people were lifted up at the same time, and the thick blood pulled out dozens of meters of black streamers in the wind.

It's not over yet, the demon lord rises from the ground again, rolls down with one hand, flashes above the crowd, and floats over the heads of a row of people in a straight line with one hand, continuously headshot!

People don't have time to dodge, or even to wail.

It was nothing short of pure and violent killings - blood mixed with a foul smell and spilled out.

The Demon Lord was suspended in mid-air, looking at the blood spilled, and licking his lips hidden in the depths of the black robe, as if admiring some outstanding work of art.

It's hell.

Juggernaut gasped in disgust and hung his fingers. The moment his five fingers lit up, a mysterious sword condensed, and the sword intent gushed, it was the light saber that the Sword Master had condensed with his lifelong spiritual power, and it was amazingly sharp.

The Sword Master looked up at the sky, and the sword in his hand flew continuously, spurting blood while making the sword, and he actually used the last six styles in the Sword Master's "Holy Spirit Sword".

Sword eighteen style, three three endless, six six infinity, sword net endless.

Nineteen to twenty-two styles, the determination is ruthless, the sword breaks the thunder, and every sword will cut off a love in the heart at the same time.

The Eight Emperors and Nine Emperors looked at this scene with complicated expressions - in the past, the Tibetan Sea Sword Saint had never used the Holy Spirit Sword Later Six Forms, just because the price was too great. The meaning of the Holy Spirit Sword is to constantly give up the most important thing in the soul, and even throw away the soul and sacrifice it to the Holy Spirit in exchange for peerless sword skills.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Sword Master is already like this, how can I retreat. Emperor Cang roared and rushed out of the crowd first.

The Sword Master cut off the feelings in his heart, and his eyes gradually blurred, I am afraid that he will become a walking dead from now on. He took one last look at the shattered chamber, his lips twitching.

Chu Fei looked at the decisive gaze of the Sword Saint, and his heart was shocked, it was the eyes of those who were about to die, although tens of millions of people were gone!

The Sword Master moved his lips slightly, his expression sad, as if he was saying some kind of last words to him before leaving.

"Sect Master, twenty years of war, defeated by your hands, so far surging, eager to fight again, but there is no chance, today out of the will to die, thousands of people, with a clear will to die, please take refuge from the sect master. ”

Chu Fei was suddenly very angry, the kind of anger that he couldn't stop anything, and roared: "Don't you still want to fight with this sect master, I want you to live!"

The Sword Master had already turned, stepped out in the sword light like the Holy Spirit, and swung the last sword.

Chu Fei's eyes were bloodshot, and he saw the Sword Saint pounce out in the endless sword light.

"Sword Twenty-Three!" the Sword Saint roared, and the last form of the Holy Spirit Sword came out of his hand, instantly integrating all the sword intents from Sword Eighteen to Sword Twenty-two, and countless sword qi converged into a fierce light, as if shooting out of heaven, capable of running through day and night, destroying the heavens and the Jedi.

"That's the myth of swordsmanship, there is no heaven and no earth, no self and no nameless sword. After the ruthless sword, the most perfect sword, this sword ...... "people are sad and shocked," the sword master is actually physically dead when he makes a move, and only uses his spirit of perseverance to make a move. ”

"Come back, Sword Saint!" Emperor Cang roared, "Twenty years ago, you asked the heroes of the world to try the sword, when I hid in the Cangxian Building and didn't dare to fight, today you just take out the sword, I can fight at any time!"

"Then Emperor Cang, remember the agreement between you and me, I will come to you to fight again in the next life. The Sword Master turned his back to everyone and stretched out his hand, "Please defend this world for me in the future, and keep it!"

He dropped his palm, and the sword light burst out, and the entire bronze ancient city seemed to be frozen, and only the boundless sword light was still accelerating, until it was faster than time, stirring in the wind, like a silver tide.

"Juggernaut's sword transcends time and moment. Seeing this scene, Chu Fei muttered tragically.

Dugu Yu's hands trembled a little, and he subconsciously grabbed Chu Fei's shoulder. Everyone's eyes were blurred in Haoran's sword intent.

The twenty-third form of the Holy Spirit Sword was only halfway, and many strong men had already swept through the heavy road, and their spiritual power was surging, and they shot out together.

In the void, even the demon lord disappeared in the snow-white sword light.

But the demon lord's cold smile came, also with a hint of solemnity: "When it comes to time and space, thoughts, and the power of the soul, it's very good, and the limit of mortals is not too much, right?"

"I just came back from the Yellow Spring, and I was still full of sleepiness, and now, you have made all the sleepiness in this seat disappear!" the demon lord said in a low voice.

Suddenly, a black snake appeared in the boundless sword light...... Two two, three ...... Countless of them, they gathered together, dense snake bodies entrenched together, as if also forming a pitch-black blazing light, vast enough to compete with the sword light, composed of the flesh and blood of the snake!

"But I'm going to let you know...... Mortals are just mortals after all, and this seat is the limit of mortals to make a move at will!"

"Mortals can also kill gods!" said the Sword Saint.

"Hiss!" the black snakes roared, and in the earth-shattering earthquake, they shattered their scales and flew everywhere under the huge sword qi.

The sword light flickered again, obscuring the sky and the sun!

In the air, the black snake howled fiercely, deafeningly. They couldn't get close to the Sword Master at all, and they were cut in two by hundreds of thousands, and the black scales were shattered.

And the sword of the Sword Master continued to advance, stirring countless black snakes into the sword qi. The black snake's blood was pitch black, dyed in the sword qi like a wave.

"Is there a chance?" said Fat Boy in the dark ancient hall.

"Heaven Destroying Jedi Sword Twenty-Three, such a beautiful and perfect sword, it is hard to imagine that it was cast by a mortal. If it was an ordinary god, he would have been killed by a sword. Pigeon girl shook her head, "It's a pity that he is facing the demon lord, and he is the demon lord who has fused with the bronze ancient hall, and has unimaginable power, as the demon lord said, he can reach the limit of mortals with random shots." ”

"At this time, you are still advocating for the enemy. The fat boy muttered.

"I'm not advocating it, it's true. The pigeon girl sighed, "It's a pity, this sword has a chance to prove the way of the divine sword." ”

At the same time, the Eight Emperors and Nine Emperors and hundreds of powerhouses were also following up, swept into the air, and blasted towards the strongest means of the Demon Lord.

"Enough!"

The demon lord snorted: "The realm of the gods, the power of the empty gods!"