Under the cold starlight, the tens of thousands of miles of forest were covered by a pale red aura like fire—cracks spread like blood veins, secludedly spreading to the front of the majestic mountain cliffs, gathering around Ye Qingcheng. His body is like a depleted lake, and it is constantly generating strength, spiritual power, and blood.

Yu Feng, who had turned into a white-bladed skeleton, stared at the figure in front of him in horror with long snow-white hair. At this time, Ye Qingcheng's heart beat again, and he struggled to hold the Xuanxue Sword and slowly got up from the ground, like a devil who had fallen into the blood prison of the Mansion, and returned again.

"Snort!" Ye Qingcheng's figure that seemed to be bathed in blood demons deeply pierced Yu Feng's vision. He jerked off his ragged gray robe and tied up the wound on his chest. At this moment, he looked at the red in front of him, and even he couldn't figure out what was going on. However, he sensed a bounty that was pouring into his body to prevent him from falling.

"Why are you still able to get up?!" roared hoarsely, his voice furious and frightened, and a man who could not get up again and again after seeing that he had fallen to the ground and could not get up again.

"If I don't kill you, how can I fall?" Ye Qingcheng lowered his head, his 'chest' was beating undulatingly, and the blood on his face had already condensed. Although he had regained his strength, the power of the earth spirit was not enough to heal the wounds on his body, and he had no intention of using this precious power to save himself.

At this time, there was only one word in his heart: kill!

On the ground, on the white-scaled soul sword in Yu Feng's hand, a 'yin' cold light suddenly swept by, and he instantly flew up and rushed towards Ye Qingcheng ferociously.

The Xuanxue Sword in Ye Qingcheng's hand, Yi Gu Mang, swelled, he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and also rushed out with steps, swinging the ancient sword angrily to meet the forward.

"Qiang !!!!"

A cross-shaped, blinding flash flickered between the two swords, and the force of the impact produced a recoil that immediately shook each of them back more than ten feet away. Ye Qingcheng carried the Xuanxue Sword, and the wolf flew and slammed into an ancient tree wrapped in a light red spiritual flame in the distance, and Yu Feng's hideous skeleton figure slammed into the towering cliff behind.

After a while, Yu Feng took the lead in getting up, he stared at Ye Qingcheng in the distance, and said with a hoarse smile: "It seems that your strength has not recovered much!"

"You don't have much power left. Ye Qingcheng scrambled his sword, got up again, and stared at the Yu Feng in the distance.

"Click!" A cracking sound sounded, and a crack appeared in the white-scaled sword in Yu Feng's bone claws, which seemed to be about to break at any time.

At this time, their battle is a battle of ideas, and whoever gives up first will be completely defeated.

Yu Feng glanced at the white-scaled sword in his hand, threw it away casually, and said to Ye Qingcheng: "Don't go around in circles, the last sword, end it!"

"That's exactly what I mean!" Ye Qingcheng responded.

I saw that Yu Feng quietly stretched his bone claws out of his 'breast' bone, and suddenly plucked out his beating black flame heart. The grotesque heart of the demon melted beating grotesquely, and under its attraction, bursts of 'yin' wind suddenly blew around, and there was a ghostly 'groan' sound. After a while, under the surrounding cliffs and in the ancient forests, the ghosts that had been dead for a long time and hidden in the ground turned into black 'colored' rags-like remnant soul shadows, floating faintly, and converging into the pitch-black heart.

Suddenly, the black 'colored' heart exploded violently, turning into a dark 'color' soul smoke, and then quietly condensed into a gloomy soul shadow. Immediately afterward, his skeleton condensed by the blade of the sword condensed into a ghost sword covered with white scales and a black 'colored' bird mark on it—the 'Yin' Emperor!

In front of him, there is a ghost, using his figure as his last weapon!

The 'Yin' Imperial Sword held by the ghost of Yu Feng eerily floated with wisps of dark 'color' and 'yin' qi. He is a ghost reborn for revenge, and it is this sword that gives him hope of revenge.

On the other side, Ye Qingcheng suddenly 'inserted' the Xuanxue Sword into the soil under his feet, and the pale red 'colored' earth spiritual smoke floating in the surrounding area, as well as the scarlet cracks, the spiritual smoke that floated out was like a vast 'tide', which was quickly absorbed by the Xuanxue Sword.

This spectacular and majestic scene is that the sea of blood fell to the earth, but soon after it appeared, it was quickly withdrawn by a force. As those red 'color' spiritual flames were absorbed, the earth regained its normal color, the night was still dark, the snow was still cold, the ancient trees were still solemn, and the stars were still bright!

"My dream of being an emperor and a dream of being a beast tamer has been stifled by you, and this sword is my last move!" Yu Feng said fiercely: "This sword is called revenge!"

Ye Qingcheng slowly pulled out the sword, stared at the red flame on the sword, and said, "In order to subdue the 'door', for my dream of the beast king, this sword is called demon slaying!"

After finishing speaking, a dark 'colored' soul shadow and a dark red 'color' figure, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, rushed out with their swords.

"Buzz !!"

In an instant, the two figures collided together, the swords in their hands were pressed against each other, and a layer of roaring energy 'waves' was like a monstrous 'wave', raging fiercely!

At the moment of confrontation, Yu Feng's ghost shook violently, and the 'Yin' Emperor Sword in his hand also emitted a trace of ghostly 'groaning'. The wrapped scar on Ye Qingcheng's 'chest' flowed red blood again, and he stared at the terrifying, dark blue 'colored' face in the shadow of Yu Feng's soul with resolute dragon eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You have such a day, you are to blame! You are not qualified to plunder anyone's things, let alone prevent others from resisting! Tonight, Lao Tzu will not only kill you, but in the future, Lao Tzu will completely eradicate the demon from the world!"

As he spoke, Ye Qingcheng roared loudly and said, "Die!!!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang......" A circle of blood-colored cracks burst at the foot of Ye Qingcheng, forming a magnificent and majestic scene of cracking.

The power gathered by anger, hatred, dreams, pain, sorrow, etc., is all concentrated on the Xuanxue Sword!

Between the lightning and flint, a terrifying giant sword blood shadow suddenly flew through, leaving a demonic 'glamorous' scarlet in the air, and flew out frantically, hitting the cliff in front of it.

"Bang !!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The 300-zhang thick mountain cliff was instantly cut through by a blood-colored sword shadow! The earth shook with a bang, and then, a large amount of gravel fell from the cliff, and a mountain cliff that stood for eternity was already broken in half under this sword! -- 96977 + dsuaahhh + 26689300 -- >