Feeling the pain in his body, Su Feng did not panic because of this.

On the contrary, his eyes flashed with cold killing intent, and the corners of his lips curled with a strange arc.

"Boy, I really admire your mentality, you can still laugh even now, with your weak strength, you are trying to fight against the underworld, I'm afraid it doesn't make people laugh off their big teeth!"

At this moment, although Qianlong stepped on the darkness, he looked kind, his fingers kept flashing, and countless blood-colored lightning bolts enveloped Su Feng.

Su Feng looked at the other party quietly, and there was a faint killing intent in his eyes.

"Old thing, can you really trap me with such a method?"

As he spoke, Su Feng's eyes slowly closed, and an iron sword in his hand suddenly appeared.

The sword is mortal iron.

The heart is like a rock.

"Although I have inherited everyone's sword intent, I don't want to follow its old path."

"Under the whole world, there are three thousand kendo, and those who take their gods and forget their forms can embrace all rivers, find the essence of kendo, and understand the mystery of the sword soul!"

Accompanied by Su Feng's voice, a majestic and vast aura suddenly emerged around him.

Different from ordinary sword intent, this power is profound and solemn, and it seems to be able to cut through the chaos and reverse the chaos of yin and yang!

Soon, Su Feng stretched out his two fingers and put them on the sword, like an arrow ready to fire, popping out the long sword with his index finger and flying in the air.

At the moment when the long sword fell, Qianlong was shocked to find that all the qi and blood around his body had dispersed.

Those ghosts and ghosts who were hidden in the middle of it let out a rather miserable wail, twisting into a whirlpool and merging into Su Feng's sword momentum.

What's even more terrifying is that Su Feng's figure appeared with the whirlpool, differentiating into more than ten figures diffused with billowing demonic energy, like the image of ink peeling off in traditional calligraphy and painting, roaming the nine skies, moving the sword and the eight wildernesses, and killing Qianlong from various tricky directions.

Quiet, if a thousand mountains are quiet.

Moving, like thunder surging.

This sword merges with the Dao and the two qi of the demon, penetrating various sword intents such as moonlight, killing, and destruction, forming an existence that is enough to surpass Su Mobai's peak sword.

In fact, kendo is inherently illusory and inconclusive.

Between life and death, Su Feng finally realized the essence of Dao Yun and pushed his strength to the extreme.

Seeing such a scene, Qian Long showed a look of surprise, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

After being silent for a long time, he smiled with a little relief: "It seems that the old man has underestimated you, I can't imagine that you still have such a heart, and you are determined not to follow the old path of your predecessors......

"But you can't even defeat the old and broken body, what is the difference between talking about fighting against the Underworld, fighting those ghosts, and talking about dreams from fools?"

Su Feng's face was cold, his eyes were resolute, "Only by living to death can you break through the cage and achieve the peak avenue......

"You are trapped between the entanglements of love, and there are too many ties in your heart, which bind you like shackles, how can you have the heart to fight with others and fight with the sky?"

As he spoke, Su Feng's sword stabbed out, instantly piercing Qianlong's heart!

This action seems simple, but the subtlety of it may only be appreciated by the two warring parties.

Qian Long looked at Su Feng calmly, and then looked down at the long sword that pierced his body, and the cold intent stirred repeatedly in his chest.

As everyone knows, Su Feng did this, but the violent sword intent that Su Mobai left in his body was temporarily suppressed.

"Your sword that has mastered the way of the sword is truly amazing, and it can even bring hope to desperate ants."

Qianlong spoke indifferently, his eyes were like stagnant water, "I have to admit that as a descendant of Su Mobai, you are as good as your father, and you are a natural leader!"

"But have you ever thought that the moment you put on the crown, you have to be prepared to be beheaded and kicked off the throne.......

"Kid of the Su family, let me ask you...... Have you ever been defeated?"

As soon as these words came out, Su Feng only felt that his mind was like a river overturning, and there was an indescribable feeling of severe pain.

Even the pupil character that he was proud of was as ridiculous as a child playing in front of Qianlong.

The old man in front of him, those blood-red eyes, turned dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, like the absolute gray of the beginning of chaos and the beginning of all things!

Dead and cold, without any emotional fluctuations.

It seems that the gods who are above their lives regard the common people as grass mustard!

Su Feng only felt as if his chest cavity had been slashed open by a sharp blade, stabbing the opponent's sword, quickly penetrating his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

What surprised him even more was that although Qianlong's sea of knowledge was not as vigorous as himself, he was extremely aggressive.

In an instant, in front of Su Feng's eyes, a terrifying blood-colored Styx appeared.

Bang!

Su Feng couldn't control his movements at all, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down and smashing between the fine dry bones.

"But evil, go!"

At the critical moment, Su Feng didn't want to sit still, and pointed out his fingertips towards Qianlong.

The flying sword is like a meteor, lit up with a bright light.

But just as it was ready to go, it dimmed silently.

Whether it was the evil or the wind chasing controlled by Si Yan, they were all knocked away by the strange force, and then a violent wind swept by, restricting their movements.

After falling to the ground, Su Feng jumped up without hesitation, wanting to launch a counterattack against Qianlong.

But unexpectedly, the other party waved a palm lightly, pressed Su Feng to the ground again, spurted a large mouthful of blood from his mouth, and collapsed to the ground in a dejected manner.

Su Feng struggled tentatively twice, but couldn't stand up at all.

"The old man said that your sword is strong, but what if you are full of confidence and ready to show your strength, and find that your opponent is an enemy that you cannot defeat at all?"

"Your Dao Heart...... Will it be damaged, will it never recover?"

Qian Long bent down and looked at Su Feng with an indifferent gaze, his deep eyes were full of dead gray, which looked quite bewitching.

Although she didn't understand what was going on, seeing the state between Su Feng and Qianlong, Fei'er woke up-

This powerful Mr. Su encountered a life and death crisis that is rare in this life.

As a generation of grandmasters, Qianlong knelt down in front of Su Feng like a devout believer at this moment, slowly stroking Su Feng's forehead, smiling compassionately and gently.

It was such a smile that fell in Su Feng's eyes, but it looked creepy.

Because the moment the other party's fingertips touched his skin, they opened their bloody mouths like a beast with fangs, greedily sucking the plasma under the flesh. ap.

After a while, most of the qi and blood in Su Feng's body were sucked away by the other party.

Qianlong's originally shriveled body also became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment, regaining the vitality of many years ago.

Su Feng wanted to resist, but his body and soul were completely controlled by the other party, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Until this moment.

He suddenly thought of Su Mobai.

Was that powerful man in the same situation when he faced the Underworld?