The mysterious man who taught Feng Ren Liangyi Gui Xing and Shura Cangyan did advise him that this sword doomsday punishment was a trick to quench his thirst by drinking a donkey, and on the whole, the gains outweighed the losses.

However, at this life-and-death juncture, if the method of drinking water to quench thirst can delay the arrival of the endgame, then Feng Ren will definitely not refuse.

The power of the evil fire raged, and the scorching heat of the Burning Nirvana roared completely under the stars in this sword. This is a fierce sword like the coming of the apocalypse, which is more powerful than killing gods and demons.

The sword of the five spirits is only a sword of violent and evil fire.

The outcome is still unpredictable.

It's just that the colorful and brilliant dark sky that was startled at the moment of the collision of these two tricks at night was enough to make this strange scene like day clear for dozens of miles behind.

The clouds were torn, the stars and the moon were lightless, and the gloom that followed shrouded the heavens and the earth, and the remnants of the sword qi were still gently whistling in the void, absorbing the last few traces of spiritual energy suspended in this airspace, turning them into the last base force in the hundreds of continuing to fight.

Under the night sky, the two figures looked at each other from a distance of 100 meters, the swords in their hands were trembling slightly, and at the same time they gasped for breath, their chests rose and fell violently, and there was no longer the indifferent power that Dao-level powerhouses often had.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to take my sword. ”

The Sword Elder raised his hand to wipe away the scarlet sliding from the corners of his mouth, and in his hand, the turntable at the Wuyao Sword Grid had stopped rotating, and the five gems embedded in it had already dimmed their halos, and they no longer had their previous brilliance.

"If I can't even take this sword of yours, how can I kill you here?

Feng Ren smiled coldly, and the red light on the raised Burning Nirvana flame collapsed, and a touch of pitch black slowly filled the blade, and the touch from holding the hilt in his palm was no longer hot, but was replaced by the opposite biting coldness.

When the scorching fire attribute was exhausted, the power of the Burning Nirvana entered a deep sleep again. And in its place to be freed from the seal, it was the undead demon sword, secretly chasing the Stygian Blade.

This is also his last hole card!

"I don't think you have much strength left, even if you're a little stronger than me, but what can you do? Don't forget, I'm not alone. Elder Sword snorted, and a figure suddenly flashed from behind him.

The last elder of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, the painting elder.

The earth-shattering fluctuations of the two swords clash just now already made him have to leave the Dragon's Cliff to come here to spy on it.

"It's been so many years, and it's been a long time since I've seen you fall back to such an embarrassing point, and the other party is still a junior. Elder Painting shook his head, and the few brushes in his hand were already stained with colored ink made of unknown materials, drawing a few lines in the void, and then directly imprinted on Elder Sword.

Soon, Elder Sword's aura changed, re-emerging with a gradual increase in tendency, and there was an extra touch of blood in his pale face.

"The ink used in my paintbrush is made from the essence of various magical beasts with different abilities. This method of healing is only the most basic. Elder Painting said casually, and then flicked a few more colors and painted them on Elder Sword's limbs.

In the blink of an eye, Elder Sword stared, and his whole person seemed to be back to his peak state.

"The five elders of the Divine Soldier Pavilion, Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting and Sword, each with their own strengths, really opened my eyes. But tonight, I have made up my mind about boiling the crane and burning the piano. I will take all your lives. Now it's just right, and the last two are all together. Then, we will be buried together here. ”

Feng Ren smiled playfully, and as the power of the dark chaser in his hand gradually recovered, the red color in his eyes also faded a little, and a deep darkness emerged, like an endless night sky.

"Don't be ashamed. But I also want to see how such a farce that fights for the lives of many strong people will end. As soon as the Sword Elder drank, the tip of Wuyao's sword reversed and stabbed down on his left arm.

When Elder Hua and Feng Ren were both surprised, the cold tip of the sword had already penetrated Elder Sword's left arm, piercing through his body.

However, while Elder Sword showed a look of pain, a cruel smile also appeared.

The flesh of his left arm squirmed, and the blood gushing out slowly rose along the blood groove of the blade, and finally merged into Wuyao's sword grid turntable. In the next moment, the five inlaid gems all shimmered with a flash of light, getting brighter and brighter, and gradually returning to their original state.

"Are you using your own essence blood to reawaken the power of the sword? No, you are using the power of the remnant soul left in the flesh and blood of that demonic beast!" Feng Ren suddenly realized the sword elder's intention to harm himself, and couldn't help frowning, also thinking that he had also absorbed a lot of strength from the other party before.

"You're right. Since it has become a part of my body, I can only do what my master wishes, so how can I have the capital to refute it?

Elder Sword smiled, and brought out a handful of scarlet as he pulled Wu Yao out of his left arm, and at the same time couldn't help but snort in pain.

"Damn, it's supposed to be you. ”

The wind snorted, and the ten wings behind him unfolded, and the wings were already stained with a large area of inky black. Under the strange fluctuations, the aura emitted is even more powerful.

Wings fluttered, shadows moved, swords came out, and deadly cold volleys shot down, announcing the darkness of death raging to the fullest.

"Let's shoot together, this kid's strength is weird, his swordsmanship is unfathomable, I don't want to follow in the footsteps of those three. Elder Sword looked back and said before making a move, and Elder Painting nodded approvingly.

His hands were raised separately, a total of six wolves were drawn between the elder's fingers, his figure shook in the air like a dance, the tip of the pen was drawn in the void, and the elegant colors swayed in the air as if they were alive, and they merged with each other, gradually constructing a colorful ancient painting.

However, the scene in the painting is very eerie, and it turns out to be more than a dozen blood-dripping torture instruments in the prison.

At that moment, an invisible binding force spread into the sky, and the sword momentum that fell from Feng Ren was slightly slow, which was very similar to Elder Qin's restraint methods before.

At the same time, the Sword Elder rushed out, and the five rays that had regained their strength slashed through the sky, and the leaping lightning and thunder filled the sword qi, condensing into a touch of brilliant destruction towards Feng Ren's waist is a sword deadly attack.

Ping!

The blade of the sword was held upside down, and the dark blade turned from attack to defense, and Feng Ren leaned up his long sword to block the blow of the sword elder. The ability of the painting elder is unknown, but with that strange restraint alone, it must not be underestimated, so he chose a step-by-step tactic.

At the very least, let's make sure you're undefeated.

The swords in the hands of the two quickly clashed, and the dancing two-color sword light danced under the night sky, and every collision was poignant and withered, and the chill of slaughter filled the light whistle.

"In this case, you can still be on an equal footing with Ah Jian? This kid's strength is indeed strange. It seems that my initial concerns were by no means unfounded. ”

Elder Hua shook his head, raised his hand and wiped his waist, and several bamboo tubes with runes engraved on the surface appeared. Immediately afterwards, he took out a few small clean wolf pens and poked the white tip into the bamboo tube, and the moment he pulled it out, it was also stained with a new color.

The brush is drawn in mid-air, and the outline of a new mottled ancient painting takes shape.

Faintly, a wave swept through the sky and injected into the back of the Sword Elder.

Suddenly, there was a touch of bloodthirsty violence in his eyes, and his body seemed to swell slightly and become stronger, and the five yao that he slashed out collided head-on with the Dark Chasing Blade, and then swung with all his strength.

Ping!

Feng Ten's body was defeated, flying upside down in the air and constantly retreating, unable to stabilize his body for a while.

And Elder Sword didn't chase after him, he only raised his sword and slashed a few times in the air.

In an instant, more than a dozen Dao Sen Leng appeared between heaven and earth out of thin air, and then flashed a cold sword light through everything. When the cold light faded, several giant sword blades stabbed from the void, sealing Feng Ren's body in the fierce sword qi.

Sword and Prison Thorns, reappear.

A twisted hand and stabbed out, and the dark chaser blade was right on top of a giant sword, and Feng Ren finally stabilized his retreating figure by this means. With a hard touch of his hand, the crisp cracking sound soon spread countless cracks on the blade, and he jumped out with his strength.

It's just that the remaining giant swords are still moving, and the cold sword array confines the space, and there is no possibility for Feng Ren to directly break away.

In the distance, the Sword Elder stroked the blade of the Wuyao sword, and the new offensive move was already gaining momentum.

"This kind of sword formation also wants to imprison me?"

Feng Ren raised his voice and drank, and the darkness in his eyes condensed into a strange pattern. And on his forehead, the pattern of the evil eye reappeared, and the ten condensed wings behind him instantly spread and expanded, directly cracking and transforming into hideous shadow bone spurs.

Pitch-black ripples rippled, roaring into an arc of cold sharpness in the void.

In an instant, countless pitch-black mangs passed through the thorn greatsword.

In the next moment, the giant sword was cut off and broken, and the sword array that confined the space was destroyed, and the shadow bone wing returned to its normal size, and the wind tenacity jumped out, stabbing with a sword.

On the other side, the sword elder also took out his sword again, and the turntable at the Wuyao sword grid rotated again, and the five-colored halo began to merge.

It's still his killer move, the Five Spirits Righteous Law Heavenly Xing Sword.

And this time, with the help of the painting elders, the power of a sword is even better than before.

The two swords clashed, and the fluctuations of the heavens and the earth changing color echoed in the night sky again.

When everything returned to calm, the two figures stood with their backs to each other, and the slanted blades still trembled.

This time, though, it's no longer evenly matched.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his head, and his aura plummeted, and his face was like gold paper.

At the same time, Elder Hua sneered triumphantly. The tricks and tricks he did in secret have all worked. It seems that everything is normal, but in fact, the strength of the Sword Elder is growing, and the wind toughness is gradually weakening. In this encounter, the gap is already obvious.

"Let's make the last sword, it's too late. I think it's almost time to go. ”

Hearing this, Elder Sword nodded, turned around and pointed his sword at Feng Ren, and said in a deep voice: "You are indeed an excellent opponent, if it weren't for the fact that there is only a certain death game between you and me, I really want to talk to you about kendo." ”

"Really? But I don't have that interest. ”

Feng Ren snorted mercilessly, and suddenly raised his hand to unbutton the nightmare robe on his chest, and pulled it hard, and the two sides of the robe parted, exposing his chest that was only wearing intimate clothes and no longer defensive.

In the sword elder's somewhat puzzled eyes, he turned the tip of the sword in his hand and stabbed him in the chest.

Laugh at!

A few traces of blood splattered, and when the color of pain appeared on Feng Ren's face, a series of pitch-black runes also climbed on the surface of the skin around him. It was the power of the undead, enough to cut off all breath of life.

However, Wind Tenacity does not seem to be affected, except that the evil eye pattern on the forehead is more clear.

"Self-harm in exchange for strength, don't think you're the only one who will. ”

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