Whining!

Like a huge grinding disc stirring in the void, the surrounding air waves were gathered one after another, spreading in a spiral shape, and the turbulent air flow was like a high-speed rotating flying knife, cutting the surrounding space to pieces, and the spatial cracks visible to the naked eye were as dense as runes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Ji stood at the intersection of many qi waves, one palm hanging, like the pillar of optimus, which could shake the heavens and stars, although he had not reached the realm of asking the Dao, and could not use the space avenue on his own, but at this moment, with these many sharp qi waves as sharp as a knife, he had already indirectly affected the space avenue in the chains around him.

I saw that the many chains contracted like a giant python, and they actually moved on their own, even if the bridge body that was not wide suddenly became narrower, and the spiral qi waves surging in the void were also compressing sharply, but the energy contained in them did not weaken in the slightest, but became stronger, and the crisp sound of many blades hitting each other could be faintly heard.

Feng Ji suddenly roared, and the demonic aura in his body melted into the sky like a river flowing into the sea, rolling thousands of layers of qi waves, and in an instant, a terrifying sword intent was condensed, this knife intent was different from Liu Sandao's knife intent, not as domineering as the long knife slashing, but as sharp and precise as the flying knife in the sleeve, which was unguardable.

"I've been cultivating for one hundred and sixty-three years now, and as early as forty years ago, I had cultivated to the middle stage of the Dragon Court Realm, but I haven't broken through to this day, and it's even more unreachable from the end of the world to the Dao realm. I have long been self-aware, and I understand that I am not a demon wizard, and my talents and qualifications are all in the middle and lower class, so that I have never been able to comprehend my own way. But...... That doesn't mean I can't understand my own sword. ”

Feng Ji was dressed in hunting, dancing wildly, a young man's perseverance suddenly appeared on his old face, his right palm was still raised, and the knife intent in the air above the palm became more and more intense, and every wave of qi that spread out in a spiral shape was accompanied by a terrifying knife intent, so that the originally ethereal air gradually turned into a short but sharp flying knife.

These flying knives surround each other, still rotating like a grinding disc, but the difference is that the ordinary grinding disc grinds things like grains and beans into powder, but this flying knife grinding disc is constantly crushing the air, as if to grind the invisible air flow into tangible powder, among which the knife intent is more than the broken star of Liu Sandao, and it is better than the second knife to cut the moon!

"My sword is what you call the Tao!"

Feng Ji's hanging right palm was finally put down at a certain moment, at that moment, as if there was a wind and thunder rolling, many flying knives roared, and every place they passed, they left a thin but bottomless cut mark there, and the ultimate goal of these flying knives was Qin Cang, who was standing opposite Feng Ji.

"Damn! This old man is even more capable than I imagined, such a strong sword intent, I'm afraid I can't break it with the first sword shattering star, although the eldest brother has superb swordsmanship, but his cultivation is too low, only in the early stage of the Creation Realm, how can I stop it?"

When Liu Sandao was worried about himself, the jade beside him was stunned, but his eyes fell on the Canglan sword behind Qin Cang.

It was clearly Qingfeng, who was sealed in the scabbard, but it seemed that there was a sword intent awakening that even she felt terrible.

"This sword ......" Yu was startled, his pupils shrank, and before he could continue to think about it, Qin Cang on the Dragon Bridge pulled the Canglan Sword out of the scabbard.

The sword body that exuded a pale cyan luster trembled silently, but it was not suppressed by the terrifying sword intent of the forbidden reason, but the excitement that involuntarily generated when facing the pressure.

No one in this world is born with a penchant for killing, and no sword is eager to drink blood at the moment it is forged, and it is only because the person who wields the sword pours his own thoughts into the body of the sword that the sword has a spiritual nature.

People like to be quiet, and the sword is as quiet as the autumn moon.

If a person is active, the sword moves like a dragon.

If people love to kill, the sword will kill the world.

When people look forward to war, the sword will be high.

After years of conquest and companionship, in a sense, Canglan Sword has long been integrated with Qin Cang, Qin Cang has never been a person who is eager to take the initiative to provoke war, but he has never been afraid of war, and the ten years of fighting with the sword in the middle of the continent have made him understand many things and master many things.

He knows who to kill, who not to kill, when to fight, and when not to fight.

If you don't fight, then you should be peaceful and peaceful, and your heart will be quiet.

If you want to fight, you should be decisive in killing, and your heart is like a dragon and a tiger!

Fight, just fight him, kill, kill him, turn the world upside down!

Boom!

The sound of the sword chanting was resounding, there was the rhythm of the piano song, Qin Cang's face was solemn, but the sword was unusually simple, just stabbed straight forward, and there was no other action.

The many flying knives had already been killed, and the spiral waves were rolling, like the waves of the river.

The knife is like a tide, and the waves are magnificent.

The earth-shattering sound of the mountain cracking was soon heard.

But it was not Qin Cang who was rolled into minced meat by the flying knives in the sky, but the sound made when the Canglan Sword collided with the many flying knives.

It was clearly just an unusually simple stab, and even a three-year-old child did an action that didn't seem to have much lethality, but it was a dense rain of flying knives that were launched under the momentum of the seal.

The sound of the sword striking echoed, and it quickly spread in all directions, and all the disciples watching the battle were dazzled, and even some elder-level figures were a little dazed, but Feng Ji's face changed suddenly.

It's not that the sword that Qin Cang stabbed out exudes any great momentum, but that he heard something unusual from this dense echo, the flying knife he launched was transformed by qi waves, and the number was innumerable, but Qin Cang only had one sword, and only one sword.

But the sound that came out at every moment was not the sound of dozens or even hundreds of flying knives and a sword colliding, but a knife and a sword, which firmly corresponded to each other, which meant that it was not the surface sword that blocked these flying knives from beginning to end, but many swords, but under the perception of the soul power of Feng Ji, Qin Cang did only hold one sword, and the aura on the sword was not any different.

This is only one possibility.

Thinking of this, Feng Ji's face changed again.

"Space Avenue!" Feng Ji lost his voice, the expression on his face was extremely exciting, he could turn a sword into a thousand swords or even ten thousand swords, and there was no slightest deviation in time, only the Space Avenue could do it, and if you want to reach this level, you can't do it simply by borrowing the Space Avenue on the chain, you must be able to master it yourself.

Could it be that the young man in front of him, who looks no more than twenty years old, really has the ability to urge the avenue of space?

Feng Ji felt that his idea was ridiculous, but there was no other possibility than this explanation.

"You ......"

Under Feng Ji's stunned gaze, Qin Cang suddenly accelerated, the first turn of the Nine Turns Dao Xuanjue had already been urged, at this moment his cultivation was the real realm of creation, surrounded by many flying knives, it was extremely difficult to move in this space, but with the Netherworld Pupil, the gaps that were not easy to detect under the high-speed rotation of the flying knives gradually became clear.

With a sharp whistling sound, Qin Cang's body turned into a streamer that was too fast to see clearly, passing through the gaps between the many flying knives, and there were some places on the robe that were rubbed to the point of damage along the way, but after all, there was no flesh and blood.

However, in the time of two or three breaths, the distance between Qin Cang and Feng Ji was only about a zhang away, and at this moment, the aura in his body increased again, but it was not the improvement of spiritual power cultivation, but the calamity power hidden in the meridians in his body quickly converged, fused with the demonic aura he mastered, and suddenly spread out.

As early as in the Immortal Dream Building, the demonic aura that Qin Cang revealed when he played the piano was to overshadow the Rakshasa saintess like Sui Caiwei, and spit out a mouthful of reverse blood uncontrollably, the strength of his demonic aura can be imagined, although the flying knife technique of Feng Ji is superb, but after all, it is far inferior to Sui Caiwei in terms of spiritual cultivation and demonic attainments, and naturally it cannot be compared with Qin Cang's demonic aura.

As for the fusion of the power of the calamity with the aura of the demonic path, it was not a whim of Qin Cang, as early as that night after Chu Zhongkuo came to assassinate him but was stopped by him with a thousand tribulations of the heavenly killing, he came up with the plan to fuse the power of the calamity with the aura of the demonic path, and after some experiments later, this became his final finalized demonic spirit technique, the demon transformation.

The Demon Tribulation may be inferior to the Thousand Tribulation Lock Heaven Killing in terms of lethality, but it will not produce a situation where the power of the Tribulation in the body will be consumed after being cast once, and because of the integration into the breath of the Demon Dao, the Demon Tribulation Transformation will have an obvious violent momentum that belongs to the Demon Dao after being cast, even if it is only a cultivation in the early stage of the Creation Realm, it can instantly bloom under the effect of this momentum and can instantly bloom with the strength that can threaten the powerhouses of the Dragon Court Realm.

But the effect is less than ten breaths, and after ten breaths, the momentum of the whole person will fall into a state of extreme malaise, not to mention that the strength is exhausted, and the combat power will be reduced by at least seventy or even eighty percent.

Therefore, once the Demon Tribulation Transformation is cast, Qin Cang's only chance to win is less than ten breaths, if he can't defeat the Seal of Jealousy within these ten breaths, then he will definitely be defeated. Because the recovery ability of the Dragon Court Realm powerhouse was already above the Creation Realm cultivator, and he still had the Creation Realm cultivation through the Nine Turns Dao Xuan Jue, the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him, and after ten breaths, he would no longer have the possibility of turning the tables.

Rumble!

The power of the catastrophe and the aura of the demon path were almost perfectly fused in one place, Qin Cang's momentum skyrocketed, like a demon god coming through the void, and the Canglan Sword in his hand slashed down, cutting through the layers of space, and locking the right arm of Feng Ji from afar.

Feng Ji was shocked, but after all, he was a person with rich combat experience, and he quickly reacted, his sleeve robe shook slightly, and a black giant banner emerged, in which the demonic aura was surging, and under the suppression of Qin Cang's demonic transformation, it was still as strong as ever.

"The magic weapon of the Demon Dao that seals the old one!" Qin Cang's heart was shocked, and he secretly screamed that it was not good.

At this moment, Feng Ji held a black giant banner in his hand, slammed it towards Qin Cang, and shouted in his mouth:

"Yin and yang are chaotic, and ten thousand ghosts are coming!"

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