Cultivation is a storm that sweeps through every corner of chaos.

Sanctuary Nine Continents.

Everyone, Michi, Aoki and others... You can feel the breath.

Among them, there is the breath of a harsh wind!

The faces are all shocked!

The Three Realms...

Lu Jian is playing with Bailian, but... At this moment, Brian's face was very uneasy.

A little child, as if he sensed something.

Lu Quan's eyebrows condensed... This breath.

It's the breath of the wind!

And... As long as there is a little bit of cultivation, they can judge what Yan Feng is doing at this moment!

Scatter your own cultivation!

Why...!

Endless chaos, a place that seems to be an independent star field.

Ye Yu, looking at this star field, was sucked dry at an extremely fast speed.

Hundreds of star fields have all lost their vitality and completely collapsed!

And at this moment, Ye Yu also sensed the spread of this aura of cultivation...

His expression changed suddenly!

"Baili!"

And at the moment when Ye Yu was terrified, the dark night... Sucked the last star field in this area dry, and his body was actually in the direction of the center of chaos, galloping away.

But wherever he passed, the vitality flowed into his body rapidly!

Ye Yu hadn't recovered from the shock of the strict wind dissipating his cultivation before he discovered that the night was abnormal!

Or rather... It's the abnormality of that guy in the body of the night.

This guy seems to be going to do something!

Cultivation is the center of the air waves, scattered.

Yan Feng, his eyes are awe-inspiring, and his breath is rapidly weakening!

Until...

It's not much different from Han Tian!

Gasping for air... It was Yan Feng, and he was already very weak at this moment!

"Brother..."

Yan Yuyan, who was on the side, showed distress in his eyes, but he was helpless.

"Rain and smoke, into the sword. ”

Yan Feng frowned and spoke.

The spirit body is very fragile, and if the rain and smoke are outside, it is easy to be affected.

Don't say that Yan Yuyan, even the old man of the sword spirit did not dare to go out of the sky to cry the sword at this time.

After all... Even if he is, no matter how good he was back then.

At this moment, that is, a spirit, if it appears, under this wave, it will still be dispersed!

Yan Yuyan, with tears in his eyes, stroked Yan Feng's arm, unwilling to enter the sword.

"Get in!"

Yan Feng shouted loudly.

Severe rain and smoke... No matter how unwilling he is, he will never dare to go against Yan Feng's will.

He had no choice but to nod, turned into a ray of spiritual light, and submerged into the Sky Cry Desolate Sword floating in front of Yan Feng.

The sword, as if sensing Yan Feng's weakness, kept a low sound coming from the sword.

"Give Cher to me!"

Yan Feng forcibly stood up straight, and his cultivation at this moment was exactly the same as that of Han Tian, who was already seriously injured and his spirit body was about to be shattered.

The voice is a little hoarse...

With his arms broken, and two-thirds of his cultivation scattered, Yan Feng at this moment is already extremely weak!

But... Although both of them had only a third of their strength left.

But this power is by no means comparable to the existence of the Desolate Nine Realm!

In the eyes of others, the two of them are still like Tianwei!

Han Tian...

With a smile on his lips at the moment, for him... At this moment, the strict wind, whether you disperse or not, this third of the cultivation does not matter!

As long as the cultivation of the two of them is at one level, Han Tian will crush Yan Feng!

And Han Tian, who had already been hit once before, naturally couldn't be hit a second time!

With a slight increase in his hand, beside him, Lin Xue'er's spirit was heading towards the severe wind.

Yan Feng's expression changed, and he stepped out directly and walked towards Lin Xue'er's spirit!

And at this very moment... The corners of Han Tian's mouth raised slightly with a smile.

Hand, squeeze suddenly!

At the moment when his hand was clenched, the chaotic origin power around Xue'er's body, like a knife, all fell towards Lin Xue'er's spirit!

But in an instant!

Yan Feng's missing arms, two red and black sword qi staggered, the sword qi condensed into arms, and one hugged Lin Xue'er's spirit in his arms!

This sword qi arm can do some ordinary things at most, and it is absolutely impossible to swing the sword.

The moment Yan Feng hugged Lin Xue'er's spirit, those origin swords all fell on Yan Feng's body!

This is the sword of origin, and it is not the flesh that is slashed... It's the Spirit!

Under the knife, blood splattered!

The white spiritual blood dyed Yan Feng's white shirt with a unique color.

But... For all this, for the pain that penetrated deep into the soul, Yan Feng didn't care at all.

Holding the person in his arms tightly... Yan Feng looked at Lin Xue'er in his arms.

For the first time, a hearty smile appeared on his face.

Hand, slightly raised... On the tip of Lin Xue'er's nose, scratch down.

At the same moment, there were tears in the corners of Lin Xueer's eyes... Drop gently.

"Cher... I said I would bring you back to me, and I will..."

A roar, but at this moment, there was anger!

Han Tian, there was anger on his face!

He originally wanted to kill Lin Xue'er, which completely made Yan Feng desperate!

But he didn't expect that Yan Feng would be able to be one step faster than him!

Holding the sword transformed by the chaos beast in his hand, he appeared in front of Yan Feng in an instant, and the sword... It's chopped!

Yan Feng had already dispersed two-thirds of his cultivation, and he had taken over those Origin Swords just now, and he was even more seriously injured!

If Han Tian's sword is cut down, Yan Feng will be more auspicious!

And right now!

A roar like a mad demon came in an instant, like a ball of flame, and directly hit Han Tian's body!

Brought Han Tian out tens of thousands of miles away!

Yan Feng, his brows suddenly froze!

Looking at that flame, the so-called flame is just an overly strong bloody aura!

The roar is like madness!

Stop the indifference, and completely unravel the seal given to him by Baili Moyun!

The price paid is the rapid consumption of Shouyuan!

Demon Slaying...!

It was born against this chaos!

Theoretically speaking, the power of demon slaying is enough to reach the supreme of this chaos, that is, to be able to shake the master of chaos.

At this moment, Han Tian only has one-third of his strength!

And stop the indifference, but the breath is like a rocket, continuing to rise!

His eyes were glowing with blood, and the bloody aura turned into a huge figure of a million feet behind him!

Rumble!

A tall knife in Zhi Mo's hand, the million-zhang bloody statue, was also a big knife in his hand, and he slashed towards Han Tian like a life!

Han Tian's face was also extremely angry at this moment, he could have killed Yan Feng directly, but such a person appeared at this time!

The sword transformed by the Chaos Beast in his hand was also slashed.

One sword, one sword!

Rumble!

Chaos, once again violently violent!

And in the distance...

Empress Liuli, looking at Yan Feng who was holding Lin Xue'er's spirit in her arms, when she saw Yan Feng's gentle eyes, she saw Yan Feng's gentle smile.

The Glass Empress finally understood.

The person in front of you... It's not a ruthless person, it's just that his love is not with him.

(End of chapter)