Inside the sword qi cocoon, Wang Qianjun was dismantled, his face was pale, and he looked at Leng Feng in front of him with a frightened expression. At this time, there was no longer the slightest arrogance on his face as a disciple of the Holy Sword Sect, and there was only deep fear in his eyes, and blood stained his moon-white robe, which should have been very luxurious, but Wang Qianjun didn't have half of his mind on it.

Leng Feng's state looked much better than Wang Qianjun's, but Leng Feng's originally delicate face became extremely pale and frighteningly white. If you look closely, you can see that Leng Feng's face is now covered with fine beads of sweat, and his hand holding the sword has faintly become a little trembling, which is simply impossible for a sword cultivator, when encountering such a situation, then there can only be one explanation, that is, this sword cultivator has reached the verge of collapse, and he can no longer control the sword as you want, but these are well hidden by Leng Feng.

Leng Feng walked towards Wang Qianjun with his sword, and every time Leng Feng took a step forward, Wang Qianjun struggled to take a step back.

Wang Qianjun looked at this young man like a hellish Shura, and only felt a chill from his heels to the back of his head, he would never forget what he saw at that moment, the fear that went deep into his soul, he would never forget it in his life.

At that time, he stimulated all the true elements in his body, and tried to directly crush Leng Feng with the most violent means with his strong cultivation, and finished his work in one battle, so as to achieve a one-hit kill. And that kid didn't disappoint him, he really had a hard-to-head fight with himself, and it all went according to the script he envisioned. However, what happened next can be said to be completely unexpected by Wang Qianjun, and it directly beat Wang Qianjun to the point of no return.

The two collided with each other without any pretense, and a violent storm of sword qi erupted. Although Leng Feng's cultivation was forcibly promoted to the initial level of the ground level, as Wang Qianjun said, this was not Leng Feng's strength at all, and Leng Feng could not command this surging force at all. Wang Qianjun's True Yuan Sword Qi directly crushed Leng Feng, Leng Feng was defeated and retreated in this situation, and he could only be undefeated, and if he wanted to fight back, it would be a fool's dream. According to this situation, Leng Feng's defeat is only a matter of time.

Just when Wang Qianjun was secretly happy in his heart, he suddenly saw Leng Feng's deep black eyes suddenly turn blood-red, terrifying blood-red eyes, and demonic blood-red eyes. What kind of eyes are these, as if a glance can sink people's souls and fall into eternal hell. Immediately afterwards, Wang Qianjun seemed to see that the entire sky was dyed blood-red, and the blood-colored sky was raining scarlet blood, revealing a poignant and cold spirit.

Wang Qianjun was shocked in his heart, and even the offensive in his hand paused for a moment. However, he immediately clung to his mind, and directly used the true element to stimulate his pain nerves, in order to remind himself that this was just an illusion, although the illusion was very real, it was just a mirror, not worth mentioning!

But is this really just an illusion?

Wang Qianjun was shocked to find that the blood rain in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and the coercion permeating the void was actually increasing geometrically, yes, it was really coercion, the monstrous coercion that he had only felt in the sect master. No, Wang Qianjun quickly overturned his conclusion, the coercion permeating this void was much stronger than what he had felt in the past, if the Holy Sword Sect Master gave him the feeling of a high mountain, then this coercion was like a vast and boundless sea, deep and vast. Wang Qianjun gritted his teeth and resisted this overwhelming coercion, and shouted frantically in his heart: Isn't this a fantasy? How could this young man be so powerful, this is impossible!!

Suddenly, Wang Qianjun was shocked to find that a blood-colored phantom appeared behind Leng Feng at some point.

The Scarlet Phantom was dressed in Scarlet Wind Armor, with long hair scattered behind his back, and an exaggerated long sword with an unknown inscription engraved on it. The most strange thing is that the color of his pupils is exactly the same as the current Leng Feng, a demonic blood pupil!

The blood-colored void image is like having life, as if sensing Wang Qianjun's existence, and his demonic blood pupils glanced at Wang Qianjun who was struggling without the slightest emotion!

Wang Qianjun, who was struggling to support, was struck by lightning, holding his head to the sky and letting out a terrible scream. What is that, what is in those eyes?

The monstrous flames, countless corpses falling from the sky, the boundless murderous aura that seemed to be able to tear the heavens and the earth apart, everything contained in that glance was enough to make people crazy. Wang Qianjun held his head in pain, his eyes bleeding, and endured the pain that was enough to tear people's souls apart.

By now, anyone can see that the roles of hunter and prey have been reversed!

Leng Feng stood calmly in the blood rain in the sky, and the rain that was flying everywhere actually drifted away automatically when he approached him, and not a single drop of water fell on him from beginning to end.

At this moment, Leng Feng felt very wonderful, at that moment, he seemed to have passed through the endless void, he felt that he should have seen something, and when he wanted to recall, he could only feel a blank, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him what to remember, but what to remember?

Leng Feng tried hard to recall the wonderful feeling, but unfortunately, Wang Qianjun's terrible scream woke him up vividly!

Wang Qianjun found that the sky had turned light blue, the nasty rain of blood had disappeared without a trace, and the terrifying phantom had disappeared. If it weren't for the heart-rending pain in his mind that reminded him all the time, Wang Qianjun even wondered if it was just a nightmare.

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Leng Feng's long sword pointed directly at Wang Qianjun in front of him, although he didn't know why his body had become so weak, but at the moment of the great enemy, he still forcibly endured it, and he didn't dare to relax easily in the face of not completely solving the trouble.

Looking at the weak Wang Qianjun, Wang Qianjun at this time can be said to be extremely weak, as long as a person who has cultivated can easily kill him in seconds. And Leng Feng found that Wang Qianjun looked at him with a sense of fear, yes, Leng Feng felt fear in Wang Qianjun's body, what happened to him just now, and he was able to breed fear This kind of emotion that should not have appeared? Leng Feng's mind was full of doubts, and after thinking about it, he still asked Wang Qianjun his questions, after all, the two of them were the only people present just now, anyway, now Wang Qianjun's life is also in his own hands.

"What did you just see?"