The Void Gate had a more and more intense white light coming out of it, but at this moment... The Void Gate, which was about to be completely opened, began to shake violently. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the place above the heads of the four people, beyond the white light, the figure of True Spirit Xun'er was almost completely shrouded in the blue-black wind and thunder at this moment.

Wind and thunder howling... The blue and black wind and thunder finally completely devoured Xun'er's true spirit.

When he saw this scene, Ye Yu's emotions, at this moment, could no longer be suppressed and completely exploded.

With the violent fluctuations in emotions, the Void Gate that Ye Yu broke through from the void was the same, as if it was about to collapse.

At this moment, Ye Yu forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and a low roar came out of his mouth, and the void gate in front of him, Bai Mang, broke through the sky and was about to appear.

At the same moment, from beyond the white light that enveloped the four people, a blue-black storm suddenly appeared, turning into a sharp sword in an instant.

With an unstoppable power, it directly penetrated the white light, and instantly fell on the Void Gate.

Rumble!

When the storm approached, a roaring sound sounded, and the Void Gate that had just been conjured up burst in an instant under this wind and thunder!

The powerful void shock, as well as the power of the backlash, were all vented on Ye Yu.

Cough!

The Void Gate shattered, and Ye Yu suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care in the slightest, but looked at the sky.

"Smoker!"

Ye Yu's eyes looked at the sky, and saw the true spirit of Xun'er who was completely swallowed by the blue and black wind and thunder.

"Slash!"

At this moment, Yan Feng Dark Night, who was originally standing behind Ye Yu, disappeared in place in an instant, and both of them were out of the range of white light.

The two swords, one black and one red, slashed towards the northern yin with a shocking momentum, slashing towards the blue and black wind and thunder.

The two sword lights, like two meteors in the night, instantly broke through the blue and black wind and thunder, revealing the true spirit of Xun'er, which was clearly visible, and the true spirit of Xun'er at this moment was several times more illusory than before.

Resist the Northern Yin with the body of a true spirit... It is an incredible miracle that it has survived until now.

"Xiao Yu!"

Yan Feng's eyebrows froze, and he grabbed the scepter that was in the body of Xun'er's true spirit.

The moment Yan Feng grabbed this scepter, Xun'er's true spirit turned into white starlight and disappeared in an instant, entering this scepter.

Yan Feng threw the scepter in his hand at Ye Yu suddenly!

And at this moment, Beiyin's offensive is coming again!

"Demon!"

Before and after the dark night and the severe wind, he drank in a condensed voice, and the magic sword in his hand quickly slashed towards the void in front of him, and in an instant, in the void in front of him, a black and red magic word appeared from the void!

As soon as this word appeared, countless black and red meanings appeared from the body of the dark night, and all of them poured into the magic words in front of him.

The word 'demon' seems to have flesh and blood at this moment, and black and red light suddenly appears!

As if from the void, a voice also appeared.

"Demon...!"

Boom Boom!

The word 'demon' slammed into the coming North Yin.

One breath!

Two breaths...!

The word 'demon' slashed out by the sword collapsed under the power of the Northern Yin! The corners of the mouth of the dark night... At the moment when the word 'demon' collapsed, a trace of blood came out in an instant.

However, Beiyin's figure is still coming towards the two of them, with long fluttering hair and indifferent eyes, with extreme coldness and terrifying souls.

"Sword, long wind will, heavenly weeping unparalleled..."muttered to himself.

A voice came out of the mouth of the wind.

Yan Feng, in his eyes, there were two invisible sword qi condensing at this moment.

The Heavenly Cry Sword in front of him, above the sword body at this moment, there was a red glow on the black sword pattern, perhaps sensing the sword intent coming out of Yan Feng's body.

The Sky Weeping Sword, surrounded by red jade sword qi, the sword roared into the sky.

Yan Feng's hand stretched out, and the Sky Crying Sword automatically returned to the place of Yan Feng's hand.

In this instant, Yan Feng's figure instantly turned into two, four, eight... Sixteen... Thirty-two ways... Sixty-four...

Dense, innumerable harsh winds began to appear in this Shura realm.

Even Beiyin, who came with a surging momentum, stopped after the appearance of this severe wind in the sky.

In the dark night, when Yan Feng performed this sword move, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth slightly, looking at the Yan Feng in the sky, there was a light and war intent in his eyes.

Back then... I just lost to him in this move!

And at this moment, Ye Yu also recovered from the previous madness, and saw the endless Yan Feng figure, with nostalgia in his eyes.

Heaven weeps...

Cao Yan frowned... Looking at this battle.

Countless severe winds appeared, surrounding the Northern Yin Mass, and each Yan Feng, in addition to the same appearance and the sword in his hand, displayed a different demeanor, expression, and movement.

I can't tell the difference at all... Which is the real stern wind.

Beiyin, with one hand on his back, looked at the endless wind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I have long heard of the Supreme Venerable's 'Heavenly Weeping Peerless' crowning the Three Realms, and when I see it today, it is really shocking. “

The cold words sounded faintly in this world, but it could be heard that Beiyin didn't care in the slightest.

"But it's a pity. ”

Beiyin paused: "Now you, even if you cry this day without injury, it is impossible to be the opponent of this emperor." ”

In his words, he was full of absolute confidence, after all, after the previous move, he had already figured out Yan Feng's strength at this moment.

Compared to the supreme deity a thousand years ago, it is too much worse, and I don't even need to be afraid.

The severe wind in the sky, at this moment, his eyes fell on Beiyin, and a unified tone came out.

"No, you'll find out if you try. ”

Countless Yan Feng, the Sky Crying Sword in his hand, are all raised at this moment, every Yan Feng on his body... The aura that emanates is the same.

This is the most terrifying part...!

Within the Three Realms, there are by no means a few powerful people who can transform into tens of millions of clones.

But these people are without exception, and every time they separate a clone, it will weaken the power of the ontology.

But the wind is different here... All the Yan Feng clones, the coercion they exude, are exactly the same!

Than the beginning of the ontology, no difference.

Just imagine what a horrible thing this is.

When you play against others, you can barely get a draw, or even have a slight upper hand, but then the other party conjures up tens of thousands of yourself for you, and each one is equally powerful...

All of them are tied... Not to mention...

Just looking at it is enough to break people!

"Slash!"

The figures in the sky were full of wind, all shouting 'chopping words', like thunder in the sky, resounding in this piece of heaven and earth.

And beside the dark night, there is a figure that melts into the void, whether it is the eyes, even the divine sense, can not detect the slightest existence.

This figure... It is the body of the harsh wind.

At this moment, his eyes were wrinkled and he was looking at himself in the sky.

My mind was thinking about what to do next... At this moment, Yan Feng's pupils shrank slightly... A smile slowly rose at the corner of his mouth.

(To be continued.) )