"You've surprised me so much today. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Leng Jianfeng looked at Wang Chan, and a hoarse and gloomy voice came out of his mouth.

was destroyed by Wang Chan Seven Killing Sword, not only did he not see the slightest anger on his face, but the corners of his mouth raised a smile, but this smile made people look creepy for a while.

"From the moment they picked up the sword in their hands, they knew the mountain that lay in front of them, and they looked up at it with awe, and they didn't even have the courage to climb it. Speaking of this, Leng Jianfeng had a mocking look on his face.

"How could these fools know that mountains are meant to be climbed, even the highest peak. ”

"You have been in a lifetime and used seven styles to cut the sky, and I have only realized one sword in my life, and I can kill ghosts and gods!"

Leng Jianfeng's cheeks began to become thinner, but those red eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Condensation!"

A loud shout arose, and the slightest line of blood stood out in the empty void, and finally condensed into a completely transparent blood sword.

On the blade of the blood sword, there was constantly crimson blood flowing down.

It makes it even more terrifying.

"Reborn with blood, it is indeed the legendary Seven Killing Sword. Zhan Wuji looked at this scene, his face full of horror.

He has lived for more than 700 years, and he has witnessed the rise and fall of the "Sword Demon" era, and only those who have come from that era can truly understand the horror of this sword.

If you are a person from Youzhou, you must have heard the elders mention that the Miluo River, which spans several states and counties, was once stained red with blood, and now everyone hears it as a legend. Only Zhan Wuji knew that this was true, because he had seen it with his own eyes!

Leng Jianfeng's eyes flashed with a terrifying fierceness, and he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

A blood-colored ocean immediately appeared behind him, and at this time, he was like a demon god above the nine heavens, and a fierce and cold voice came out from the surging blood waves: "Blood kills the world!"

At this moment, in his eyes, Wang Chan's figure and the figure from the ancient age began to slowly overlap.

His sword is not only against Wang Chan, but also against the person from thousands of years ago, and it is a slash from the supreme sword!

Crash!

The surging voice rang out, Wang Chan looked at the shadows on the ground, raised his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw that the blood-colored ocean swept towards him like a cover of the sky and the sun.

The surging sea of blood is like a heavenly river pouring down!

The most terrifying thing is that this is not an ordinary sea of blood, this is a sword that the "Sword Demon" Leng Jianfeng has realized in his lifetime to kill gods and demons.

The sea of blood itself is a sword, and even every drop of blood in it contains a sharp sword qi, no matter who falls into this sea of blood, they will definitely be cut into pieces by this pervasive sword intent.

The momentum of this sword is too great.

Even Tianyi Zhenren and Wu Lingsu, who were fighting fiercely in the distance, couldn't help but stop the attack in their hands and looked up at this side.

The eyes of the holy woman of the Buddha Kingdom were uncertain, and her face covered with white gauze could not see her expression clearly, so she directly got rid of Zhong Nanshan and rushed towards Wang Chan.

Zhong Nanshan did not stop it, looking up at the monstrous sea of blood, his face was also gloomy and terrifying.

And Zhan Wuji seemed to see the scene back then, his pupils trembled violently, and his face was full of fear.

"Where's your sword!" Leng Jianfeng's cold voice came from the sea of blood.

"Where's the sword?" Wang Chan glanced down at his right hand.

He also held the sword and walked forward, but since there was no sword in his hand at this time, what was the harm in forgetting the sword to move forward!

Because Wang Chan stood there, he himself was a sharp sword out of its sheath!

Wang Chan's eyes burst into light and he took a step forward.

Hidden Sword Peak, in front of the Nine Shadows Crack, those sword marks seemed to come alive in his mind at this moment.

"Happily put down the pen and shook the five mountains, and the sword became a smile and was proud of Jiuzhou. ”

Green shirts and black hair fluttering.

A straight body stood in front of the rolling sea of blood, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the laughter became louder and louder, and finally the sound shook the netherworld.

At the same time, a brilliant sword light lit up.

Everyone looked at this sword light in amazement, and they couldn't think of any words to describe it.

With a flash of sword light, it cut through the air and slashed on the surging sea of blood, like a knife cutting tofu, the entire sea of blood was divided into two, and the cutting surface was smooth and neat, like glass.

Time seems to freeze there, and the whole painting is full of indescribable weirdness.

After the extremely brilliant sword light split the sea of blood, it continued to slash into the distance, and even the dim and turbid yellow spring was split until it was far away, far away, and then it dissipated......

Crash!

At the same time as the sword light dissipated, the sea of blood in the sky disappeared together.

These were not real oceans, they were just the outward manifestations of Leng Jianfeng's monstrous sword intent.

Click!

A crisp voice sounded, Leng Jianfeng looked at the Seven Kills Sword in his hand, and a crack suddenly appeared on the blade. The crack spread like a spider's web, and the Seven Kills Sword finally couldn't bear to crack open.

Leng Jianfeng looked at himself reflected in the transparent blade fragments in the air, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

At this time, he suddenly remembered a sentence, a sentence that he often hung on his lips when he was a teenager.

"The light of the sword that kills is always extraordinarily bright, and the blood that has just been shed is always extraordinarily bright. ”

He saw the most brilliant sword light in the world, and at the same time saw the bright red blood, his own blood......

Zhan Wuji looked at Wang Chan as if he was looking at a monster. Only people who really came from the era of "Sword Demon" can understand his terrible, if it weren't for the "Sword Saint" Liu Bai who was born, it can be said that he is still the leader of the sword.

But such a terrible person would be defeated at the hands of this little-known young man in front of him.

Of course, the reason why Zhan Wuji thinks so is because he has been asleep for too long. After the battle of Tibetan Sword Peak, Wang Chan at this time was already famous all over the world. Whether it was the strength he showed when he killed the Sword Immortal's obsession, or the resourcefulness he showed when he killed the Hellfire Venerable later, there were a few people in the world who could do it.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and when I see you, I really know that I am old. Wu Lingsu looked at Wang Chan and sighed.

"Hmph, if you want to talk about being old, who can be older than me!" Tianyi Zhenren snorted coldly, and then spoke. "But I really didn't expect Leng Jianfeng to be defeated in the hands of your kid, but Yin Zhou only has ......"

Before he finished speaking, Tianyi Zhenren's face suddenly changed drastically, and he rushed towards the ancient coffin. Another black shadow was faster than him, and it was already approaching the ancient coffin at this time.

"We're not going to win the battle yet. Wu Lingsu chuckled lightly and flew to block Tianyi Zhenren's way.

"Wu Lingsu, I respect you as a national teacher of a country, and you used such despicable means!" Tianyi Zhenren asked sharply with blue tendons on his forehead. (To be continued.) )