"Not good!"

Zong Zheng changed color. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This blood-colored Ruyi Heavenly Demon is not only a suppression of momentum, but also an alternative use of true self aura.

If the aura of a true self-level powerhouse is to be released and collected at will, formless and shadowless, then Chu Feng used the blood of every dead Eternal Night Guard under the knife before as a silk thread to weave this tangible aura, forming a "domain" that belongs to him.

It can be seen that Chu Feng is by no means as arrogant and arrogant as he seems, thinking that he can easily skip the challenge.

On the contrary, he skillfully arranged everything, sniping the Eternal Night Guard reinforcements led by Yue Qianhan halfway, and then driving them all the way to the stockade, killing in front of Zongzheng, everything was just to pave the way for this moment.

The loss of his beloved son is a mixture of grief and hatred.

He was furious to see the slaughter of the eternal night.

When I heard the identity of the enemy, I was lucky.

Under various factors, if the spiritual momentum of the two sides could still compete with each other before, at this moment, Chu Feng had an irreversible absolute upper hand in the spiritual confrontation.

Soul building counterpressure real me!

Therefore, when this second lightning bolt struck, Chu Feng not only had a condescending advantage, but even separated part of this sky, this land, and this space, and combined it with the knife momentum!

"Ah!!h

In the face of this magic knife that was nearly twice as strong as the first knife and full of momentum, all the onlookers, including Yan Xueyao, felt that the victory or defeat would be decided in an instant.

And Zong Zheng was even more shrouded in the great terror between life and death, and suddenly roared wildly, and his fists actually cast the Baolian Seal at the same time, and then closed towards the middle.

Whoa!

Suddenly, an extremely hoarse and ugly voice sounded, and the blade that Chu Feng slashed was obviously slashing at the air above Zong Zheng's head out of thin air, but it burst out countless cremations.

"Broken !!"

However, in the next moment, with Chu Feng's earth-shattering roar, Zong Zheng made another breakthrough, and the defense of the two seals was cut off violently, and the blade slashed like lightning, and he suddenly let out a miserable cry, and the previous white line turned into a blood line, and blood gushed out.

"Whew!"

Zongzheng retreated wildly like crazy, his eyes were extremely frightened, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his eyebrows.

Everyone was silent, the wounds on Zongzheng's body before were quickly healed and scabbed, but now there is a knife mark, but it can't be healed, and the comparison between the two is even more shocking.

They don't know that Zongzheng is not unable to heal, but he does not dare to heal.

If the precious True Yuan was used to heal the wound at this time, then how should Chu Feng's third sword resist next?

Moreover, although he was extremely miserable now, Chu Feng was also uncomfortable, not only did his face flash pale, but the knife in his hand creaked and cracked, becoming tattered.

Mortal weapons really suffer too much in the confrontation with the true self, this is still the case that Zong Zheng has always used to be bare-handed, without using weapons, otherwise it will be replaced with a spiritual blade, and no matter how mysterious Chu Feng's knife technique is, the weapon will have already been cut off.

"The third knife!"

But Chu Feng had no intention of changing his weapon at all, and the light from the blade was also dazzling to the extreme, like a dragon soaring into the air, gathering the momentum of thunder, and slashing down again.

"The last cut, I'll definitely survive!"

Zong Zheng's eyebrows swelled with a look of determination, and his fists rose again, trying his best to block it.

He is the real me!

He's gone!

No matter how unpredictable your sword technique is, even if it is with the strength of your vitality, you have to block this last knife!

However, the next moment, Zong Zheng's face suddenly changed dramatically.

Because he couldn't feel Chu Feng's knife anymore.

When the master fights, even if he is blindfolded, he can still grasp the opponent's advance and retreat from the subtle changes in the opponent's strength.

The clarity of the sense is better than the light in the dark night, so that both sides know the fortune of attack and defense, so that they will not miss the slightest.

But Chu Feng's last knife actually completely restrained the knife momentum, so that Zong Zheng could obviously see him move, but it was like switching from a sunlit heaven and earth to a hell with no fingers in sight, and there was "nothing" in front of him.

With a swing of the knife, it was empty.

This kind of horror and shock that hit his heart made him want to go crazy, and he couldn't find out that it was his feet that really caused this change.

The four blood characters of the Ruyi Heavenly Demon changed, and the Dao blood wriggled and reunited, turning into a huge "chop" word!

The "slash" of the divine sword!

Chop my "chop"!

Wishful Heaven!

Slash with a sword!

Swish!

Zong Zheng's eyes were pitch black, but the eyes of the rest of the people were extremely bright sword light, stabbing them to close their eyes one after another.

When they opened their eyes again, they found that Chu Feng was already standing in front of Zong Zheng.

The two sides made eye contact, staring at each other for a moment.

Zong Zheng looked at this young man who was less than half his age fixedly, and suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You are ......"

"Let's go!"

Chu Feng's gaze suddenly shifted to look at the broken mortal knife in his hand.

Zheng!

As soon as the words fell, the blade suddenly made a clear sound, and then cracked and disintegrated, turning into countless fragments and spilling them on the palm of his hand.

But it was this last sound that seemed to scream with joy and sorrow, which made everyone present feel that their hearts had been hit with a hammer, giving rise to varying degrees of discomfort and unease.

Shhh

The most violent reaction was Zongzheng.

His words came to an abrupt halt, and his body split in two in full view of everyone, falling to both sides.

At this moment, the entire Shoulin Mountain Range seemed to be quiet.

Including Yan Xueyao, everyone looked at it stupidly, and their eyes were even a little dazed.

Three slashes to the real me?

Three slashes to the real me!

Boom!

It wasn't until a figure smashed through a big hole in the walled wall and rushed out wildly that it regained everyone's sanity.

That's Gu Ming.

At this moment, he is not a hook, but a lost dog who fled in the wilderness.

What Iron Blood Castle, what Four Princes King Qi, what the secret hiding of the previous dynasty, all of them are left behind, and there is only one thought-

Escape!

It's a pity that Chu Feng has already chased after him in great strides, the knife light flashed, the judge's pen was split into two, the knife light flashed again, and the two arms left the body.

In the end, Gu Ming's whole person was lifted up by Chu Feng like a chicken, and the Northern Shen Gong was used with all his might, and the rolling True Yuan poured into Chu Feng's body, his pale face became ruddy again, and the True Yuan circulated all four limbs, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body became comfortable.

And Gu Ming in his hand quickly changed from a romantic Confucian in his prime to a middle-aged man with deep wrinkles, and was thrown by Chu Feng to the iron-blooded guard, and in an instant, blood splashed everywhere and was chopped into meat sauce.

Qiu Shu made the opposite choice, he pounced on the Iron Guard, the double axe frantically slashed down, and hysterically slaughtered with the mentality that killing one more was enough.

Needless to say, it has also become a great tonic dish for the Northern Spiritual Skill, and the power has been absorbed by trickle.

"We will surrender!"

Seeing that the three owners were all dead, the Eternal Night Guard, who had completely lost hope, knelt down one after another, tied their hands, and since they had just arrived, they did not participate in the battle, and Guan Ruofei did not rush to kill them all.

It wasn't until this moment, seeing the corpses all over the ground, Chu Feng's body shook slightly, and then he showed a different color, and walked out in stride, blending into the darkness again.

"Brother Feng!"

Fortunately, at this moment, a shadow ran over, and a pair of arms stretched out from behind and hugged him.

Haitang didn't know what was going on, but he felt that Chu Feng, who had recovered his identity, felt an extreme pain and depression in his heart.

She also didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only hug it tightly.

Chu Feng turned around slightly, rested his chin on her forehead, and silently closed his eyes, revealing a relieved soft look between his eyebrows.

In the end, the remaining anger dissipated, and the divine sword slashing Lingyun in the sea of knowledge let out an unwilling silent roar, and finally calmed down.