Yun Feiyang's left rib was hit, and the majestic force made it impossible to control itself, and it flew upside down thousands of miles away in an instant.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the ancient saint and the sword immortal divided the victory and defeat, it was obvious that Yun Feiyang had an absolute advantage, although the left rib was hit, but Yun Feiyang controlled himself in the inverted flight, while the living dead suffered three heavy blows, at this time, he was bathed in a river of blood, unable to control himself, and his eyes were angry like a volcano erupting.

Roar!!

The roar of the living dead was like that of a beast, and his hair was scattered, like a mad demon, he could never have imagined that a small Eighth Life and Death Realm would actually kill him in seconds!

"Ant ......," the living dead roared hoarsely.

Yun Feiyang's face was calm, the defensive robes on his body were not broken, he looked extremely relaxed, two sword lights shot out of his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, ten thousand swords returned to their positions, circling and coiling under his feet.

This is the real sword immortal, a thought, ten thousand swords return to the sect, a thought falls, and the sword mound follows.

Xiao Fan saw it clearly in the distance, and he was extremely excited, Yun Feiyang was an idol when he was a child, and now he looks even more idol-level, at the same level, Yun Feiyang has become an unsurpassable existence.

"This is the real way of the sword!" Xiao Fan clenched his fists, and Yun Feiyang was the goal he was striving for.

The old saint Long Xiaoyao was shocked, he was a saint, but let him face Yun Feiyang, he was still killed in seconds, and his performance would only be worse than that of the living dead.

Meng Shuo's mouth opened wide, he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, he had never seen Yun Feiyang's peak sword, he couldn't see where his bottom line was, the few swords he used just now looked extremely ordinary, but they caused great damage, if there were more exquisite sword moves, wouldn't it be to destroy the world?

"What a perverted kendo, no wonder the three major systems wanted to take him in back then, but no one dared to be rude. Meng Shuo said in a lost voice.

The eighth life and death realm is already in short supply, and it is difficult to find one of them in ten thousand years, coupled with the guidance of Yun Feiyang from two kendo supremes, Yun Feiyang's kendo is absolutely unique in the same level, and there will be no second person who can compare with it, this is absolute.

No one in the world dares to say that he is absolutely invincible in the same level, but there are people in the world who can do it.

Yun Feiyang's Dao heart was as solid as a rock, and in the face of the verbal insults of the living dead, he didn't even want to raise his eyelids, let alone reply, the flying sword in his hand roared to the heavens, and the ten thousand swords turned into a whirlpool, wanting to devour everything.

The two sides confronted each other, and the eyes of the living dead were finally no longer arrogant, but gloomy and indifferent, he couldn't imagine that he had just recovered the ancient saint realm, and he encountered a very terrifying opponent.

Wow!!

Yun Feiyang raised the sword again, the sword momentum stirred the heavenly river, the atmosphere was majestic, the man and the sword were one, and the heaven and earth were one, and the entire galaxy was used for it, this kind of person made people unable to resist, and it was easy to break the Dao heart if they saw too much.

However, Xiao Fan was extremely excited when he looked at it, and he transformed the feather sword in his hand, constantly simulating the sword momentum and momentum of Yun Feiyang, and learned very quickly.

No one bothered Xiao Fan, they were all separated by a long distance.

Woohoo!!

Xiao Fan's sword momentum became stronger and stronger, quite powerful, his wrist was flipped, the swordsmanship of Xingchen Divine Power and the swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal were fused, the sword moves were exquisite, and the tricks were three points, and every move was unexpected.

"If there is a teacher, there must be a disciple, a disciple of the Sword Immortal, hey, ......" Meng Shuo stood on the side, sighed lowly, and admired Xiao Fan in awe from the bottom of his heart.

Groan————————

Rumble!!!

At this moment, Yun Feiyang's sword momentum rushed to the cloud dome, as if cutting through the dome, breaking the galaxy, shocking the rainbow through the ages, and the sword immortal pierced the void with a sword.

This is the sword immortal cloud flying exquisite sword, which makes the qi and blood in everyone's body stagnate, and they don't even have the courage to take out the sword.

Wow!!

Yun Feiyang carried ten thousand swords to kill from all directions, wrapping the living dead, and seemed to have the momentum to kill this ancient saint.

The living dead qi rushed to the galaxy, the dead qi on his body burst out of a viscous energy, and his hands were sealed, this is the ancient palm technique, the divine light is shining, and the order of the four directions is shrouded by the holy law, at this time, even the old saint Long Xiaoyao feels that he can't use the power in his body, let alone control the power of the world.

Rumble!!

The palm print shattered into the void, sweeping forward almost indiscriminately, and the main body was indestructible with one palm, directly slapping the Feiyang Sword in Yun Feiyang's hand.

Bang!!

Airplanes!!

The palm print and the tip of the sword are hedged, the air waves are in the air, and the ten thousand laws are out of control.

"Annihilation!"

Groan————————

Yun Feiyang cherished the words like gold, and roared out two words angrily in his mouth, and the power in the silent space in his body burst out, just like mountains and rivers erupting, controlling the Feiyang Sword to break through the void, directly piercing the defense of the living dead, and the tip of the sword pierced the flesh palm.

Poof!

Ahh————————h

The living dead roared, turned his palm into a grip, and grabbed the flying sword.

Recite!!

Whew————————

Yun Feiyang made a big move, and the feathered sword stood out from under his feet, and slashed at the arm of the living dead with a wave of his hand.

Wow!!

The sword light was as fast as lightning, making the pupils of the living dead shrink, and he subconsciously let go of his big hand, but he was still half a step late, the hand had just retracted, and the sword blade passed through his wrist, and the sword qi broke through his defense, almost cutting off his arm, and blood splattered everywhere.

Ahh————————h

The living dead were furious, and they couldn't think of the successive defeats, and they couldn't take advantage of Yun Feiyang no matter how they fought, so they had to lose at this time.

Shout!!

Wow......

The living dead tear through the void and disappear into the battlefield.

Woooo

Yun Feiyang's face was expressionless, and he controlled the ten thousand swords to chase through the void, and one by one the sharp swords disappeared into the heavenly river, rushing into the desolation.

Poof!!

Ah——————————h

Immediately after, the living dead screamed for a long time, but in the blink of an eye, they collapsed, and the living dead fled the battlefield completely.

"This seat remembers your master and apprentice, within ten years, I will let you two die without a place to be buried!"

After the living dead disappeared, they used the supreme secret technique, and the sound was like thunder, and it came in a mighty way.

"Wait for your return to die. ”

Yun Feiyang waved his big hand, and the ten thousand swords dispersed, returning to the sheath as they were, holding his hands behind his back and stretching out his hand, strolling in the void.

Strong!

Only a sword immortal can have such a posture, how dare other life and death realms talk to the ancient saint like this, and Long Xiaoyao can't do it.

Xiao Fan's face was full of red light, as soon as the feather sword and the dragon wooden sword returned, I saw that he kept swinging the divine sword, the sword style was unpredictable, it seemed that there were some sword moves used before Xiang Yun Feiyang, but in fact, it contained the divine power of the stars, and then there was the blessing of the heavenly divine power, which was extremely exquisite.

Yun Feiyang stepped into the air, looked at Xiao Fan's sword moves, and nodded slightly.

Xiao Fan's talent, in anyone's opinion, is enough, but in Yun Feiyang's opinion, it is indeed a little immature, but he is still young and has not yet experienced the realm of life and death, and he is very satisfied if he can reach this step, if he experiences the realm of life and death, the combat power of the same level is still like this, he will be dissatisfied.

Yun Feiyang wants his disciples to surpass themselves, and to be better than the blue, not that the disciples are inferior to the master.

This kind of courage is rare in the world.

(End of chapter)