The blood mist continued to appear in the air, Ling Fei's body was already riddled with holes, the sword intent was ruthless, and the chill was cold, and it did not stagnate because of the blood left by Ling Fei.

On the contrary, it seems that because of the blood, which stimulates the bloodthirsty fury of the intent, the crimson, substantial long sword, exudes a chilling sword light, like a killing Shura field, the cold is pressing, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, uncertain, virtual and real, unpredictable.

"Broken!"

Ling Fei let out a long roar, the demon king was born, his breath was churning, his momentum was rising, and in an instant, all the palpitating momentum swept away, Ling Fei punched out the Bagua palms one by one, and the colorful dragon soared into the air, soaring straight into the sky, swallowing the sky and the earth towards the sword intent and devouring it madly, the momentum was terrifying.

And at this moment, Ling Fei has entered a state of rage, the battle momentum is constantly rising, the killing momentum on his body is like a heat wave, one after another is constantly emanating, the murderous aura is extremely strong, and the movements in his hands still do not stop.

Again, the stars were shot, and suddenly, it was pitch black, layers of black fog filled up, and the momentum of the ink-like mist was full of weirdness, and in the black fog, seven extremely bright points of light lit up, and the first few points of light were particularly bright.

"Heavenly pivot!"

A roar, from the front of the point of light, exuding a breath of destruction, the power of the stars is already extremely violent, the mystery of the power of the stars, few people can see the true meaning, and Ling Fei at the moment in the mirror of the perception of the whole galaxy at the same time, the entire star recipe is more clear, those obscure places in the past, at this moment, like enlightenment, enlightenment.

At this realization, the power of the Xingchen Jue is not known to be countless times greater.

Sou!

The sound of breaking the sky was extremely crisp, even if there was a burst of sound below Ling Fei, the roar was endless. But the sound of breaking through the air was very clear.

Boom Boom!

Suddenly, it exploded like thunder, causing the heavens and the earth to shake, and in the inky black mist, Ling Fei's face was expressionless, clearly distinguishing the attacks from all directions.

The sound of the explosion was like the end of the world, a deafening sound. Filled with huge echoes and reverberations, the echoes roared, like the fury of thunder, into the cliffs, and the boulders below continued to fall like torrential rain, and the leaves were rushed into the distance with the explosion and the air waves. The birds and birds inhabiting the forest were instantly restless, and their restless emotions made them roar wildly to express their dissatisfaction.

However, the sound of explosions around them continued.

"Tianxuan moves!" shouted, and in the vast black mist, the Nake star next to Tianshu emitted light, and the seven stars turned into a line. From the forefront, the power of the stars swept here.

The disturbed birds expressed their displeasure at the same time. Discovering the earth-shattering power from the starry sky, he immediately scattered and fled, and the entire valley under the cliff was no longer calm, and the rushing loud noise and explosion made up a piece of death music.

Cultivate as a disciple below. The ears exploded, the eardrums seemed to be shattered, blood appeared in the mouth, nose and eyes, and the face was pale, Yun Aotian and the others hurriedly used their skills to protect the surrounding disciples.

The five-element flag was raised. Stabilize this piece of land and protect all the disciples in the rear.

At this moment, Ling Fei hit again and again, the power of the stars gradually dimmed, and his heart moved, Xingchen Jue, he still has the comprehension of the Seven Stars, which is a little insufficient, the previous comprehension made him reach the extreme of the power of the Xingchen Jue, but the back only knows the exercises, but the real comprehension.

But even so, Ling Fei's attack was terrifying, after the stormy attack, the substantive sword intent was gone, only the countless wounds on his robe were cut by the sword, and the ragged Ling Fei was extremely embarrassed, but no one laughed.

Everyone's mouths were round and their faces were full of shock, even Yun Aotian and those ancestors who were united in the mirror were full of incredulity in their eyes, and this kind of momentum and means left a mark in their hearts.

"I've seen the Ancestor resist the sword intent and use the ancestral exercises to enter, but I haven't seen the sword intent directly extinguished. Ling Shuang said with some palpitations.

In fact, for itself, Ling Fei couldn't destroy it at all, but it would be suppressed, but when the city was broken, the birth and attack of the two major artifacts made it less than half powerful, and I don't know how long it would take to recover on its own.

At this moment, the air was filled with a rich smell of blood, and Ling Feiyue smiled, revealing a row of white teeth. Then he strode forward, without the slightest sword intent at this moment, Ling Fei easily reached the edge of the cliff.

Standing on the top of the cliff, the fog was thick, but the smoke and dust were billowing below, the movement just now was too big, and the restless beasts below kept running and running for their lives, as if they wanted to escape from this terrible place immediately, Ling Fei smiled bitterly and looked back at Ling Shuang.

Ling Shuang immediately understood: "That handwriting is at the bottom of the cliff, and there is a platform and cave not far from the edge of the cliff, and that master cultivated in that cave in the past. The handwriting was on the walls of the platform. ”

Ling Fei nodded, jumped forward, jumped directly into the cliff, the whirring wind beside him, when he landed hundreds of meters away from the cliff, sure enough, a platform appeared, the platform was not big, a circular platform, countless sword marks, Ling Fei stroked the sword marks.

The vicissitudes of time have covered the sword marks with layers of dust, but the clearly visible sword marks have not been covered by the dust.

Ling Fei raised his head and saw the big characters above: "The sword can control all things, but the way is a double-edged sword, the sword travels the world, but it is difficult to sigh freely, it is difficult to cut the sky and the earth, and then it is broken and returned to the immortals!"

The row of handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dance is written by the sword fairy with the long sword in his hand, the handwriting is flowing and flowing, vigorous and powerful, floating like floating clouds, Ling Fei has seen the handwriting that makes people stunned, but this handwriting does not make people shocked by this handwriting, but the clear sword marks in it prove that it is a sword book, and the edges and corners are clear and done in one go.

Overflowing with a violent aura, and the fierce sword intent, a little cold, the two blend with each other, it is very harmonious, Ling Fei admires this sword immortal a little at the moment, he can fuse these two breaths, he is really a talented genius.

At this time, Ling Fei crossed his knees under this pair of words and began to feel carefully.

A wonderful feeling came to his heart, Ling Fei had finally calmed down after the previous battle, and that barrier had finally been touched.

In addition to the surprise, Ling Fei began to realize, in a trance, Ling Fei's eyes were dark, at this moment, Ling Fei saw the small village where he grew up, saw his carefree self, saw the opportunity left by the Taihao senior, saw the disaster of slaughtering the village because of that opportunity, saw his master, senior brother, second senior brother, saw Hongchen, saw the master, saw the Yanyang City, and saw the chaos in the extreme north

All kinds of the past are like slides at this moment, constantly emerging in front of you, sometimes happy and sad, sometimes angry, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad, sometimes joyful.

Ninety-nine to the extreme, ninety-nine supreme, you can be dressed in a fluttering mirror, walking the world, as if no one is in the realm, the final picture stays in Ling Fei's original nine quenching stages and nine god-breaking stages, quenching is just stepping into practice, and breaking the gods is to really enter the cultivation, absorbing vitality and spirit.

Ling Fei's mind was extremely clear at this moment, and his body was undergoing tremendous changes. (To be continued......)