A few people didn't dare to retreat anymore, they were dead left and right, and if they had a fight, maybe there would be a chance. Ling Feng gently wiped away the remnants of the sword body, even killing his own people, it was really ruthless, but even so, the ending was still the same, there would be no change, they all had to die.

With no way out, the remaining few people began to rush desperately, desperately to Ling Feng. Ling Feng frowned slightly, he had to be cautious, the Tianhan sword shook, and he galloped with his sword, leaving only a sword shadow.

"Nine Heavens Breaking Sword Technique, Wind Sword Intent. ”

The cold sword erupted, the wind howled, the sword qi filled the wilderness, the wind borrowed the sword momentum, and the sword borrowed the wind might. For a while, the sword qi swept through the sky, like a storm, sweeping by, destroying and decaying, and where it passed, not a single grass grows.

The difference in strength was too obvious, and several people were powerless to resist at all, although they were also too illusory, only slightly inferior to Ling Feng. But in terms of real combat power, they are far from each other, and they are almost powerless to fight back.

The sword qi passed through the body, and several people didn't even touch the corners of their clothes, so they fell down in a daze, and they didn't bat their eyes, and the blood stained the four fields, leaving corpses everywhere.

"Is this really too imaginary?" Li Muyao's face was pale, faintly incredulous, and in an instant, more than a dozen people all fell to the ground, not that they were weak, but that the opponent was too terrifying, "I'm afraid only Senior Brother Yan can deal with him." ”

Dressed in white clothes and stained with red blood, Ling Feng slowly turned around and said indifferently, "They're all gone, you should also be on your way." ”

"You surprised me, but unfortunately, it's not so easy to think I'm dead. Li Muyao was still calm at this time, she frowned and whispered, and said:

"Whether it's talent or heart, you're too similar. If I wasn't sure he was dead, I would have thought he was back. ”

Ling Feng squinted his eyes, the cold light flickered, and he shot directly, only a dead person could make him feel at ease. He stepped into the air, crossed the void, jumped into the void in an instant, the Tianhan sword swept, a sword slashed, and the sword qi annihilated the Quartet like a full moon.

Li Muyao was not in a hurry at this time, her right hand flipped over, the long sword floated in the air, her hands kept pinching, a sword turned into ten thousand swords, and the sword shadow was dense in an instant, like a volley of ten thousand swords, and the sword light covered the void, which was very spectacular.

Ling Feng smiled contemptuously, flashy and unreal, there was no appearance, the Tianhan sword slashed up, and the sword qi rose to the sky, as if the Dapeng spread its wings, and its wings covered the air, sweeping away the Quartet. He stepped on the wind, like lightning, and in an instant, he was in front of her, and the Heavenly Cold Sword was sent out.

Seeing that the Tianhan Sword was getting closer and closer, suddenly, Li Muyao smiled weirdly, this smile made him creepy, and he secretly said in his heart. He wanted to put away the sword, but it was too late, only to see Li Muyao's left hand lightly, and a purple bell fell from the sky, completely covering her.

The Tianhan sword stabbed on the purple bell, and the bell suddenly rang, resounding through the sky, and the bell was like a ripple, drowning in all directions. Ling Feng was in it, he felt his ears roaring, he was almost deaf, and for a while, the sky was spinning, and he flew out like a streamer.

"Hehe, the Holy Artifact Liuyun Immortal Bell, although it is a little broken, it is not something you can break, you better give up!" Li Muyao said with a smile, looking at Ling Feng's helpless appearance, he seemed to be a little proud.

The holy weapons are precious and abnormal, and most of them are the treasures of the sect. It can be seen from this that Yan Yunfeng really loves her, otherwise with her status and strength, it would be impossible to get the holy weapon, even if it is mutilated.

"Without Yan Yunfeng as a backer, you are nothing. Ling Feng said contemptuously.

Li Muyao smiled and said softly: "Believe me, without him, I am still me." I have been helpless since I was a child, and I have been able to get to where I am today, not only because of my beauty, but more importantly, because I am smart enough. ”

As long as she wants, she can drive countless people to work for her, not just men, she has such self-confidence.

"You're very smart, but people who are too smart don't live long. ”

"Then we'll see!"

Ling Feng was confident, the corners of his mouth froze, like an afterimage rising into the air, and he shouted loudly: "Open!" The Tianhan sword slashed down, and the sword qi was like a surging river, rushing down, surging momentum, and swallowing straight towards the Liuyun Immortal Bell.

"Hehe, everything is in vain, don't waste your efforts. Li Muyao smiled, the Liuyun Immortal Bell was obtained by her with great effort, her strength is low, and sometimes she can only save her life by relying on it.

The sword qi fell on the fairy bell, there was no earth-shattering sound, and there was only a crisp sound in the void, as if falling into a stone in a quiet pool. A trace of panic flashed between Li Muyao's eyebrows, and she saw that cracks appeared in the body of the bell, which could be broken at any time.

Can shake the holy weapon, he has such profound strength? Impossible, even if it is the older generation of powerhouses, he may not be able to do it, then there is only one possibility.

Li Muyao couldn't help but exclaim: "Your sword is also a holy weapon, and it is perfect?" If even the last support is lost, how can she live?

"It's really smart enough, but it also fulfills my words, people who are too smart don't live long. Ling Feng smiled coldly, Tian Han Sword had asked Cangtian Sabre, what kind of person was Cang Tian, how could his saber be mortal?

Under normal circumstances, Ling Feng would not use the power of the Hallows. If you rely on external objects and ignore your own cultivation, I am afraid it will be difficult to become a great weapon. He won't use it unless it is necessary.

"It looks like I'm going to die today. Li Muyao's eyes were dim, her heart was like ashes, she knew that she couldn't escape death, she didn't want to die, she wanted to live. If she survives, she is willing to do anything.

However, she knew that Ling Feng would not give her a chance, and even if she begged him, it would be in vain.

As soon as the Tianhan sword was raised, the sword light shook greatly, shining like the sun, shining in all directions, breaking grievances with a sword, and Ling Feng shot mercilessly. But at this moment, suddenly an angry howl sounded, and the cold air around him broke out, and blood rain fell from the sky, endlessly, as if a demon had been born.

"What's going on?" Ling Feng was frightened, and couldn't help but stop and look around.

I saw that in the pool of blood, a corpse slowly stood up, he was surrounded by black gas, his face was hideous, and his eyes flashed with a ghostly light. Several sword holes passed through the body, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the smell of rotting corpses was disgusting.

Ling Feng was stunned and speechless, that corpse was the previous leader, how could this be? He was sure that the person had no breath at all, and there was no life, but at this time, he stood up, it was simply unbelievable, it was too strange, could it be a corpse transformation? Is there really such a thing? He had never seen it before, and he couldn't believe it.

Just when he was out of his mind, Li Muyao's figure flickered, and he disappeared in an instant, not giving him a chance to react at all.

"No, you can't let her escape, otherwise there will be endless troubles. He secretly thought in his heart that the corpse in front of him was too weird, and he didn't want to provoke it, so he had to turn around and run away.

But the corpse refused to let him go, and with a wave of his hand, a wave of blood turned to the sky and rushed straight towards him. Since he can't escape, then there is only war, and he has no choice, the Tianhan sword trembled, the sword momentum rose, and he shouted softly in his mouth: "Nine days to break the sword technique, the sword qi is overwhelming." ”

The sword moves at will, a sword slashes down, and the sword qi rides the wind and waves, cutting the blood waves alive. The blood wave rushed on both sides, and before Ling Feng could be happy, he saw that the corpse had already pounced. At this time, he was unrecognizable, he didn't look like a human at all, he turned his five fingers into claws, tearing the void.

Ling Feng frowned, and the Tianhan sword slashed, blocking the attacking claws. But he didn't expect that the corpse was infinitely powerful, he couldn't hold on, the Tianhan sword hit his body, there was a muffled sound, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he kept retreating.

Sword Sect, the main hall of Ziyang Peak, Yan Qiu frowned coldly, and said to himself: "What's the matter?" He stretched out his hand and waved, only to see a flame floating in his palm, flickering bright and dark, as if it could be extinguished at any time, and suddenly his expression turned grim, and he stretched out his hand to extinguish the flame.

Ling Feng held his breath and condensed, his expression was solemn, his sword qi roared all over his body, but it had no effect on the corpse, allowing the sword qi to pass through his body, but it was not affected in the slightest.

If he had been so passive, he would have been so passive that sooner or later he would not be able to escape the fate of defeat, and just when he was at a loss, the corpse suddenly raised its head to the sky and wailed, its eyes quickly dimmed, and its whole body burst into flames, and in just a moment, it turned into a piece of flying ash and disappeared into the void.

Everything came too fast and disappeared too quickly, giving Ling Feng the illusion of a dream.

"I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out!" He looked around and found that Li Muyao had disappeared without a trace, "It's really hateful to let her escape." "Let her escape this time, it's really a lot of trouble.

"Forget it, let's just treat her life as if she shouldn't die!" Ling Feng shook his head and sighed, he thought for a while, and said, "Since you're here, just go in and take a look." ”

Looking at Ling Feng's disappearing back, Li Muyao slowly emerged, she did not go far, but hid in the dark to observe. At this time, she had palpitations, if it weren't for the sudden corpse change, she might have died.

"Is it possible?" or is it ......" Li Muyao muttered to herself, she couldn't help but feel a little vigilant in her heart, she looked at the direction where Ling Feng left, and said hatefully: "No matter what, if you want me to die, I won't let you live, let's see!" After finishing speaking, she turned around and left Canglong Gorge.

......

Ling Feng continued to move forward along the stream, a strong sense of oppression blocked the surroundings, and his body made of god and demon blood felt a little difficult, but fortunately, he could still persevere. He moved forward step by step, and the stream had completely turned blood-red, like endless blood water rolling, splashing blood flowers one after another, which was strange and beautiful.

At this moment, there was a roar in his ears, like a huge wave emptying, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, deafening.

"Is it the end?" he thought to himself, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

The fog gradually dispersed, and what caught my eye was a cliff, a blood-colored waterfall rushing down from the top of the cliff, surging roaring, agitated, and splashing with blood and blood.

The waterfall was turbulent, and Ling Feng looked up and saw that the cliff was towering into the clouds, and it was difficult to see clearly. He stepped closer, only to find that there was a deep pool under the waterfall, and there were more than a dozen people sitting cross-legged in the pool, practicing Gong Gong to refine the flesh.

Their expressions were slightly hideous, and they must have been very uncomfortable, but being able to temper their bodies with true dragon blood was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and no one wanted to miss it. There are even people who directly cross their knees under the waterfall and let the water wash over their bodies, such people are at least too imaginary, and they can have the cultivation of too imaginary, and among the major sects, they are also elite-level existences.