"What are you doing, let go of Qingshi!"

Chen Feng was like a mad beast, his eyes widened angrily, and he yelled at the vague figure on the hilt of his sword.

"This matter originated with me, and the end should be with me, don't worry, I won't hurt her!" said the vague figure on the hilt of the sword calmly.

The knife ghost sneered and interjected, "Don't be so sensational, because the two of us caused the death of this little girl, so it's only natural for him to seek revenge on us, don't make it as if it's my fault alone." ”

"That's right, it's our turn to settle the conflict. The vague figure said to the sword ghost, and he once again swayed a ray of light, carrying Chen Feng to the bottom of the altar.

The same is true for the sword ghost and others, who send all their grandchildren to the bottom of the altar.

Wu Debiao really wanted to rush to the altar now, point to a stinky old man with a white beard, and greet all the women of his ancestors of the eighteenth generation. But when he saw Chen Feng's uncomfortable face, he suppressed the anger in his heart and stayed by Chen Feng's side.

Basket Ziteng wanted to get close to Chen Feng, but he knew that he would definitely not treat him so kindly if he stepped forward now.

Under the altar, those cultivators were all far away from Chen Feng, and none of them wanted to stay with a dangerous person who could go crazy at any moment.

Therefore, the scene below the altar was that Chen Feng, Wu Debiao and others occupied a large area, and several people such as Basket Teng and Demon Changkong gathered together, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the altar.

Above, there was already a war, and more than a dozen powerful cultivators such as sword ghosts sacrificed their tattoos, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, which were more than a dozen powerful and different powers, and the pulse energy vibration caused was not trivial, except for a group of people on the altar, no one in this space could afford such power.

At this moment, the stairs leading to the altar were cut off, and only a few steps were connected to the altar, Chen Feng couldn't fly now, and he couldn't climb up to the altar.

"Sword Shrine, fly up, find the right opportunity, and kill the sword ghost!"

Chen Feng found another way, thinking that the sword mound could fly, maybe let the sword mound fly up, and there would be unexpected results.

But he didn't expect that Sword Shrine would be unwilling, and said, "Now that you have exhausted the strength of your whole body, I can only fight with a cultivator at the level of Golden Tattoo Yao, and you let me go and kill those world-strong people who are already in the Platinum Pattern Yao realm and may break through to the Diamond Pattern Yao realm at any time, it is better for you to wipe me out now!"

Chen Feng was angry, and Jian Zun knew that Chen Feng could not erase him, this was deliberately saying the words that angered Chen Feng.

"Humph!"

Chen Feng snorted coldly, he actually held the sword mound, slammed it into the ground, and said, "Don't think that if I can't help you, you can be arrogant!"

Kenzuka didn't seem to like the tip of the sword sinking into the mud, and after a few struggles, he said, "You are proud now, and when that day comes, you will definitely beg me." ”

Chen Feng no longer paid attention to the sword mound, and stared intently at the battle on the altar, this was a rare battle at the level of the platinum tattoo in the Yuan Yang realm, and it was a battle of more than ten strong people.

That hazy figure was indeed powerful, worthy of being an existence that could specifically kill a Diamond Tattoo level powerhouse, every time he made a move, it would cause the space to collapse, and all the veins hidden in the space would be extracted.

The veins are the source energy of this world, and the world composed of stable veins is called the realm, and without the veins in the world, it will no longer be called the world, and will be turned into a ruin, and no living thing can survive.

The Yuanyang realm is very large, almost composed of stable veins, although the hazy figure can extract all the vein energy in the depths of the space, but compared to the Yuanyang realm, it is only the tip of the iceberg, in the world, there are creatures all the time to release their own vein energy to fill this corner of the drained vein energy.

But what Chen Feng saw was not the constancy of the pulse, but the strength of the hazy figure.

Being able to drain the pulse energy of a space, what a powerful force it should be, it can completely become the master of a world.

The strength of the sword ghost and others is not weak, although they can't extract all the spatial pulse energy, but they use the space pulse energy to conjure up various attack methods, sometimes there is frost falling from the sky, sometimes there are dragons and phoenixes, tigers roaring and lion roars, and there are also weapons flying through holes, and killing moves are endless.

The magic mirror swept across the sky, sprinkling ten thousand rays of light, illuminating a vague figure, wanting to hit him hard.

"Hmph, do you think you can hurt me if you do the same move again?" the vague figure sneered.

Unmoved, the sword ghost continued to attack, and said, "Whether it can hurt you or not, you will only know if you have tried!"

As the blurred figure fought against the light of the magic mirror, a pair of divine fists fell from the sky and smashed into the top of the blurred figure's head, trying to give him a fatal blow and kill his head.

"If you want to make a noise, you guys are underestimating me!"

The blurred figure suddenly urged the sword in his hand, and shot out countless sword lights, and the sword light overflowed, spreading in a circular arc to all sides, killing everyone.

Chen Feng seemed to see the power of the giant sword in the space before coming to the altar again, these sword lights were similar to the sword light emitted by the giant sword, but now the power of these sword lights was even stronger, as long as they were stabbed, there was almost no hope of survival.

Chen Feng suddenly understood the old man of the Dragon City Mercenary Regiment, why he had changed from the platinum tattoo level to a powerless old man.

These sword lights were too powerful, and each one could slash Chen Feng thousands of times.

Looking at these sword lights, Chen Feng's heart was frightened and cold, he was glad that the vague figure had sent him out of the altar, otherwise he would have turned into a wisp of vein energy and returned to the depths of the space by now.

As soon as the powerhouse of the Divine Fist Gate saw the sword light overflowing, he immediately turned around and fled.

He used the strength of the divine fist to blast on several sword lights, and with the force of the rebound, he left the attack range of the arc and dodged the fatal blow.

The others did the same, and they all used their body techniques to dodge the sword light and prevent it from hitting them.

Chen Feng was very envious, if he had such strength, he would be able to rush up now, hang the sword ghost and fight it, in order to vent the hatred in his heart.

When the sword light touched the edge of the altar, it disintegrated, turning into veins and returning to the depths of space.

It turned out that the attack of the blurred figure could not break through beyond the altar!

Chen Feng suddenly understood why the Sword Ghost and the others were fearless of the blurred figure after mastering the magic mirror.

"I know that your strength is inexhaustible, but we have the magic mirror in hand, you will still be defeated after all, it is better for you to stop it as soon as possible, give us convenience, and we will definitely thank you in the future." Seeing that everyone had not been able to take the altar for a long time, the sword ghost said.

"The path to the strongest king is a road of no return, and I'm here to keep you from dying!" said the blurred figure.

"Haha, I control my life, and now I just want to die on that road, why do you stop me?" retorted.

Below, there were tens of millions of cultivators, who were closely following the battle above the altar and had seen one of the most luxurious lineups in the Yuan Yang realm.

This is the ancient tomb of the Heaven Breaking Sword Emperor, and here is a huge battlefield, and the sword ghost and others are standing on the altar, wanting to open the way to the former king.

"They are opening a path to the ultimate cultivation of our Yuan Yang realm, why should that person stop them!"

"Kill, kill that person, I'm going to get stronger!"

"Anyone who stops me from getting stronger is an enemy, kill, kill him!"

Many people shouted, and they either sacrificed their tattoos or threw their weapons, but none of their attacks could reach the altar and disintegrated in midair.

Wen Yao returned to his body, and the weapons were shattered, but he still couldn't resist their pursuit and fantasy of the strongest king.

On the altar, the battle heats up, and everyone delivers the strongest blow, and the altar begins to crack, and huge stones fall to the ground below.

Directly exposed to the light of the magic mirror, the power of the blurred figure was greatly suppressed, and he was not a real person after all, unable to fight against this blazing light.

"Now, now is the perfect opportunity to smash him hard in one fell swoop, remove his sword, and break through the seal. The knife ghost laughed.

The others responded and laughed, "Yes, we will be the first people in a thousand years to successfully become the strongest king realm." ”

The vague figure sneered, "A group of backs who don't know whether to live or die, since you have made up your mind, I will fulfill it, in the end, this is a fateful thing, I have been guarding it for thousands of years, and it is still difficult to stop after all." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the vague figure took the dangling sword and stabbed the sword ghost at the speed of light.

Everyone else was watching the result of the suspended sword leaving the glowing vortex, only the sword ghost noticed the vague figure's movements, but unfortunately, the sword ghost's strength was still a little worse after all, and despite the magic mirror in his hand, he was still stabbed by the sword.

The sword light from the hanging sword can already kill the sword ghost and others, but it is conceivable how it is possible to survive after being stabbed by this sword.

However, the sword ghost did it, and he rebelled against this accepted perception.

In an instant, the sword ghost used the magic mirror to lock the essence and pulse energy of his whole body, and blocked his own power, and he survived in this way.

"The magic mirror does not belong to the Yuanyang realm, and restraining it in this way should be enough for the Yuanyang realm!" the blurred figure snorted coldly at the sword ghost.

The sword ghost never expected that he would suffer such a heavy blow the moment before he was about to touch the fruits of victory, and now, if he can't let the magic mirror get rid of the shackles of the shackles, his strength will not be able to grow, and the realm of the strongest king is hopeless!

At this moment, no one cared if the sword ghosts could still become the strongest kings, and they used their power to hit the glowing vortex.

At that moment, there was a powerful vein that impacted the Yuanyang realm, and a glowing vortex gate appeared in many places in the Yuanyang realm.

And Chen Feng, who was under the altar, received a gift from a vague figure.

"Now that I am teaching you this pulse technique, you will definitely take over my mission in the future and protect the Yuanyang realm......"

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