My heart was pounding.

Dantian Xuanqi rolled.

Qi and blood flow all over the body.

The power of the phoenix's true blood slammed into the seal.

The phoenix totem with a slightly light color suddenly became vivid, as if coiled on the phoenix knife, ready to break out at any time, soaring into the sky!

The phoenix essence blood seems to have been resurrected!

Luo Qingyin's fingers trembled, and he almost let go.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had regained her composure.

Urging the phoenix god's true intent to erupt from the palm of his hand, he pulled out the knife vigorously.

The blade does not move.

Luo Qingyin increased his strength and pulled it out again!

The blade is still as solid as a rock.

Luo Qingyin lowered his eyes and looked at the knife under his hand, and pulled his strength to the maximum as if he were ruthless.

The Phoenix Knife is a magic knife, yes.

But the phoenix sword was made with the power of her ancestors.

If you don't want this knife to continue to harm future generations, then you must let her pull it out!

In her opinion, there is no good or evil in the knife.

In the hands of kind people, it is a good knife full of righteousness that can protect relatives and friends.

In the hands of the wicked, it is a terrifying magic knife.

When injecting Xuan Qi into the phoenix knife, Luo Qingyin looked closely at the phoenix eyes on the knife body, and asked clearly word by word: "Do you want to make a good knife, or do you want to make a magic knife?" ”

In an instant, the blade trembled violently.

Luo Qingyin's slender hand could barely hold it.

She used the body of a thousand pounds, her feet were clasped to the ground, and she shouted, "Tell me, what is your choice?!" ”

Rumble!

Suddenly, an incomparably powerful force rushed straight into her hands.

The clone of the second-turn phoenix knife slowly rises!

Along with the phoenix knife rising, there was a huge black pillar of light!

That is, there has been a backlog of demonic qi under the phoenix knife for tens of thousands of years!

Pillars of light soared into the sky.

The black pillar of light is not only the condensation of demonic energy, but also the scabbard that suppresses the phoenix sword.

Zi Yunchen had already expected this scene, his sleeves flicked his left hand around Luo Qingyin's waist, and the Ice and Fire Thunder Sword in his right hand was raised, pointing to the sky.

Wind and thunder are attracted.

Zi Yunchen stirred up the wind and thunder with a sword, and slashed straight towards the black pillar of light.

Rumble!

The demonic energy is afraid of the fire of nirvana and the fire of detachment, which is full of righteousness, and it is also afraid of the thunder that belongs to the nine heavens.

The black pillar of light was draped by thunder, and it instantly dissipated a lot.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Zi Yunchen held Luo Qingyin and used his body technique to teleport out ten miles away.

Thundered!

Rocks rolled, and Hell Mountain collapsed.

The birds and beasts on the mountain fled in spite of the wind.

Everyone in the Ten Thousand People Palace looked at the back mountain in shock, and no one knew what was going on.

But no one dared to come close!

Because, that black pillar of light looks really terrifying!

Luo Qingyin held the clone of the second-turn phoenix knife, and the whole person leaned weakly on Zi Yunchen's arms,

All the power in her body was used to suppress this phoenix knife.

But she couldn't suppress the demonic energy that wanted to turn into a phoenix scabbard.

From her vantage point, it looked as if countless black smoke were chasing after them.

If you are infected......

Zi Yunchen paused and raised his hand to draw the light prison.

At the same time, Luo Qingyin hugged his neck and gasped and spit out four words: "Drift ice outside the sky!" ”

Drift ice out of the sky came out of the body.

But not to freeze the demonic energy, but to freeze them.

Starting from the position of Luo Qingyin's dantian, with a brush, it spread in all directions, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them were frozen in it along with the clone of the second-turn phoenix knife, frozen into a crystal ice sculpture!

At the same time, in the darkness of the void under the dungeon of the Tianluo Temple, a crisp sound sounded.

"The clone of the second-turn phoenix knife has been pulled out." A rough voice sounded like a scrub, "It's your person, Feng Amao." ”

Feng Zhentian sat cross-legged, holding a chess piece with his beautiful fingers, as if he was not sitting in the terrifying void, nor facing the strongest person behind the Tianluo Temple, but as if he was lying on the beam of the ancestral hall of Fengwu Mountain.

The colorful feathers on his body were the only bright color in the darkness.

The feather ribbon hanging from his head was the most gorgeous ribbon in the darkness.

Syllable!

A white piece fell on the chessboard, Feng Zhentian's face was a little lazy, and he said casually: "It's a pity, your people are still killing each other for who to draw their swords." ”

With a casual stroke of his fingertips, a fire mirror appeared at his side.

In an ancient ruins, the clone of the three-turn phoenix sword was quietly inserted in the ten-cornered altar, but no one could pull it out, to be exact, no one could afford to pull it out.

Because, everyone wants to get this knife.

Anyone has to rob it.

Whoever touches the knife will be killed!

Open contention, secret fighting.

Some drew swords, some poisoned, and some attacked from behind.

There was a river of blood in front of the altar.

The blood splashed on the clone of the three-turn phoenix knife, and it was absorbed in an instant.

Feng Zhentian yawned: "It's your turn, hate the little ghost." ”

The rough voice like scrub snorted coldly: "What's the hurry, we have lived for thousands of years, and there are countless long days ahead, let's see how they pull it out and go down again." ”

Feng Zhentian yawned again, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Then I'll sleep for a while...... Although I have lived for thousands of years, I can't stand it if I don't sleep. ”

He just closed his eyes.

The man sitting across from him bared his eyes in the darkness of nothingness, but he did nothing.

Feng Zhentian can't help him at the moment.

And he, too, can't help the other party.

As time passed, someone finally broke out of the encirclement and held the clone of the three-turn phoenix sword.

Rumble!

Black pillars of light soared into the sky.

The young man holding the three-turn phoenix knife clone looked up to the sky in the black pillar of light and laughed: "Hahahahahaha It's mine! ”

The laughter is too arrogant and too noisy.

Feng Zhentian opened his hazy sleepy eyes: "Who is disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night?" ”

The gruff voice sneered, "The clone of the three-turn phoenix knife has come out. ”

Feng Zhentian stretched his waist, looked sideways at the fire mirror, and immediately recognized the young man with the knife: "Is it the ten directions that have been taken away are destroyed?" What's it called? No wonder he can afford to pull this knife. ”

"Lone Shadow." The rough voice like a scrub provoked: "Do you dare to continue to compare?" ”

Feng Zhentian said lightly: "Why don't you dare." In the end, it is impossible to say who will cut off his head with a phoenix knife. ”

In the darkness of nothingness, those hideous eyes subconsciously glanced towards their heads.

Above their heads, in the middle of their chessboard, to be exact, the ten-turn phoenix sword that had broken through the ground from under the ancient formation stood in the air, ready to fall at any time.

It's a game.

It's also a life-and-death gamble.

Bet on who will pick up the phoenix knife in the end and end their lives.

The voice was as rough as scrub laughter, and the laughter was like a sharp stone cutting through the glass: "Feng Amao, I appreciate you." ”

Mao Dun Literature