Sword, with the wind.

The inky black qi flows above the ruby sword body!

The frenzied wind and sand galloped past the side of the strict wind...

Loose long hair, dancing and flying!

Eyes, slightly raised, looked at the immortal lord.

This moment... The temperament of Yan Feng's body has completely changed!

That is the supreme might, looking at the heavens and the earth, and arrogant against chaos!

"Baili Moyun... Do you really think that with such a sword intent, you can suppress this seat again?!"

Lord of the Immortals, begin to roar!

"You look down on this seat too much!"

A land of millions of feet, heaven, earth, endless black gas, surging circulation!

The world is trembling violently!

With the roar of the Immortal Lord, everything... Like the destruction of the world, the world is like being broken!

The black qi was surging, and between this heaven and earth, there was a huge figure, condensed out between this heaven and earth.

This figure is a million feet tall.

Eight claws, four hands.

An eye, which appeared on top of the skull, opened ...... A purple-black light pierced the whole world.

This is the spirit of the Immortal Lord!

His body and soul have already been killed by the Desolate Emperor!

The spirit body, as soon as Fang condensed out, a suffocating coercion was dispersed!

The rest of the black spirits, after the appearance of this huge figure, were all prostrate and worshipped!

"It's... This breath!"

Murong Xue, Dao Yue, stood ten zhang away behind Yan Feng, feeling the aura of the Immortal Lord, looking at this huge figure of one million zhang.

People, in front of them, an ant is not as good!

I was stunned that Dao Yue was so mindful, looking at this scene... His face turned pale.

It's not the fear of death, it's this breath... In people's hearts, they can't help but rise in despair!

The most feared thing is not death, but ... Despair!

In front of this immortal lord, Dao Yue and Murong Xue, the hearts of the two of them were like ashes, and they couldn't give birth to the slightest flame of hope.

Feng Le hugged Yu Jiao, and also looked at the spirit body of the immortal lord, looking at this million-zhang huge spirit body, his eyes widened, and there was indescribable surprise in his eyes.

Surprised... I can't even speak.

Such a powerful spirit, in his life... I've never seen it before, and I can't even think about it!

The little group on the side was even more frightened, and he didn't even dare to look at the immortal lord spirit.

Bingchang, at this moment, his eyebrows were furrowed, looking at Yan Feng in front of him, looking at the sword in Yan Feng's hand...

At this point, the pupil... Suddenly!

Behind Yan Feng, at this moment, it seemed as if a phantom had appeared!

This phantom, again, is long hair flying.

Is that...!

"Emperor!"

Bingchang, the moment he saw this phantom, without the slightest hesitation, his knees knelt down towards Yan Feng!

"Humble Bingchang, meet the emperor!"

Bingchang, touch the ground with his head and bow down.

Murong Xue and a few others behind him saw Bingchang like this...

All stunned!

Emperor?!

A few people looked at Yan Feng... In their eyes, the strict wind is the strict wind, how can the emperor be respected.

"A sword intent is enough. ”

At this moment, an ethereal voice was heard, with disdain, and arrogance in it!

When the sound fell...

Yan Feng, his eyes suddenly condensed.

Figure... Disappeared in an instant!

The next moment!

Above the Immortal Lord's Spirits!

Millions of feet in the sky... Yan Feng's figure appeared here in an instant.

Wind, messy hair.

Those eyes, and the eyes of the Lord of the Immortals... Relatively!

It was at the moment when the two were opposite each other that a black sword light flashed by.

From the top of the head of the Immortal Lord, slash diagonally!

Millions of spirits!

Slash by!

"It's... What's going on?!"

Murong Xue was already completely stunned.

Looking at the harsh wind that reappeared on the ground...

One foot, slightly on the ground, without the slightest sound.

A sword in your hand...

On the body of the red jade sword, at this moment, most of the ink-colored sword intent had disappeared.

The remaining ink-colored sword intent flowed out at this moment, and suddenly disappeared into the void!

A void crack burst out in an instant.

Yan Feng turned around.

The moment he turned around, Bingchang, who was originally kneeling on the ground, suddenly froze.

In his eyes... The desolate emperor's intent on Yan Feng's body disappeared.

"Give her to me. ”

Yan Feng looked at Feng Le lightly.

At this moment, Feng Le was already stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward to hand Yu Jiao in his arms to Yan Feng.

"Let's go. ”

Another faint word.

Yan Feng stepped into the void crack in one step.

Bingchang et al... They are all spirits looking at the immortal Lord.

This huge million-foot spirit body is as if it has been frozen... Move, don't move!

Just by taking a look, he hurriedly followed Yan Feng into the void crack.

When everyone entered the crack, the void crack that appeared slowly closed!

The moment it was completely closed...

This immortal lord, that million-foot spirit body, from the top of the skull, a crack!

Twinkling!

And down!

The bitter roar of the Immortal Lord echoed through this world!

"Baili Moyun... Baili Moyun, this seat is going to kill you! Kill you, ah!!!hhh

Rumble!

From under the spirit of this immortal lord, the wind-sand rocks of this world... Start tumbling!

A huge ravine, stretching endlessly, under that sword, directly cut out.

The spirit body of the Immortal Lord, under the previous sword, was directly cut in half, and at this moment it had already spread out with a bang, turning into black qi, which condensed together and wanted to heal again.

The Lord of the Immortals, in that eye, although there is anger... But more than that, it's fear!

Fear like never before!

In the past, in the era when the immortal lord dominated the heavens and the earth, Baili Moyun led the human race and rose to the end.

Stepping on the bones of all races, and finally winning the immortal race!

Win and win!

Although the Lord of the Immortals has been repeatedly beheaded by the Desolate Emperor.

The battle between the two, once... Again.

Even the Immortal Lord himself couldn't remember how many times he had been defeated in the battle with Baili Moyun.

But despite repeated defeats, the Lord of the Immortals has never been afraid!

Because he has nothing to fear, no matter how strong you are... You can't kill me!

What do you want me to do?!

The undead are born with the meaning of chaos, immortal and immortal!

But that sword!

The Lord of the Immortals felt the breath of death for the first time in his life...

That aura was not from the sword intent of the Desolate Emperor.

It's from...

That boy, his son!

Countless black spirits are also roaring at this moment...

That crack is completely gone!

This means...

The hope of the Immortal Lord is completely shattered!

If you want to leave this Tongtian, you must have three drops of essence blood and break three seals.

And now, the Lord of the Immortals has broken... There is only one seal.

The remaining two, there is no way!

Rumble!

The Immortal Lord, with countless black qi on his body, splashed in all directions, falling on the ground, smashing out one hole after another.

The sound of the roar!

Venting his endless anger!