Ling Du's bright white silk brocade robe, with strands of gold intertwined in the silk, and the ice muscle is like jade.

The face was extremely cold, and the long sword condensed by the wind element, the cold light was like snow.

In contrast, the cold wind wore a dark blue brocade robe, clean and neat, with long hair tied up, and it was simple and simple.

The two men were ten meters apart from each other, and their eyes were facing each other.

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"I didn't expect that you have broken through the eighth realm of the Seven Kills Sword Technique, Ling Feng Phantom, overlapping shadows, seven years ago, Mr. Roland pushed you to the first position of the Nine Dragons, you are not mistaken...... It's a pity that ......" Ling Du was just a little surprised, and he didn't panic.

"What a pity...... It's a pity that he almost died in the eye of reincarnation, isn't it ......" The cold wind is unpretentious, attracting the wind element, and the three-foot long sword is impressive.

"What about the eighth-fold realm...... The Mandate of Heaven is destroyed by the reincarnation of one eye, and the Yuanying duel, the real competition is not true power, not martial arts, but the destiny of heaven...... I don't believe it, you really have no need to live and die, and you are fighting with me here......"

"You're wrong, I'm not fighting with you, I'm here for revenge, blood debt and blood to pay ......"

Ling Du, who has always been cold and expressionless, has a light smile on the corner of his mouth: "What a big breath...... Hanfeng, I know you very well, and the thing I admire most about you is self-confidence, overconfidence, isn't it your fatal weakness......"

The storm suddenly changes, and the storm rises again......

In the sky, dark clouds rolled, and the roar of thunder resounded.

The opportunity cannot be lost, and the loss will not come again, he instantly attracted the true power, a sword qi, burst out, the light was scorching, and in seconds, the slaughter came.

Ling Du reacted to a stress, and with a slight wave of his right hand, a condensed sword qi collided in the air, slammed into a cloud, and vanished.

The cold wind clenched his left hand into a fist, the bones and joints crackled for a while, the five fingers of his right hand were stretched, and he held a three-foot long sword, covered in black smoke, and it was natural, and the sword of thought was separated from the original god and blessed on the long sword.

The sword of nothingness, the sword turns into nothingness!

True power bursts out, Lingfeng Phantom, Eight Phantoms are all sacrificed, Seven Stars Looking at the Moon, Seven Kills in One Step, Continuous Footstep Movement, Sword Shadow Cascading, Phantom Heavy, The Speed is Too Fast, Each Step Leaves Eight Afterimages.

In an instant, the phoenix was dancing on the stage, and the real body was indistinguishable.

Ling Du knew that his Seven Kills Sword Technique had a great disadvantage compared to Cold Wind, but he still used the same move, and the Sixfold Phantom Shadow was close to each other.

The condensing swords were connected, the flames splashed everywhere, and under the strong attack, the powerful impact still made Ling Du take three steps back.

Ling Du's true power exploded, and strong fluctuations burst out all over his body, and the wind moved like a tide, covering the entire Phoenix Terrace.

The wind was contrived, enveloping the entire Phoenix Terrace, and the cold wind was deep in it, unable to withstand the oppression of the wind and tide, and his eyes were closed.

This trick has been used by Ling Du before......

The entire Phoenix Terrace was buried by the wind tide, completely suppressed, leaving no dead ends.

The cold wind couldn't open his eyes, and felt the uncontrollable wind around him, and it was messy.

In the windless realm, you can shield the wind and your spiritual sense, but when you fall into chaos, your spiritual consciousness is stifled by chaos, and you can't discern the exact location of Ling Du. Unable to withstand the growing tide of wind, he had already condensed his Qi Protective Body, and his eyes were closed.

The sword of nothingness, infused with true power, the cyan sword, trembled in the white air, and the murderous aura was permeated......

Dimensional Attack, Group Attack Technique!

Meteor Nine Swords!

Nine palaces and six sides, six nine fifty-four swords, fifty-four swords, like the wind and illusion, the whole process only took less than 3 seconds, the sword of nothingness drew a sword arc in the air, the sound of friction, the explosion of the sword, outside the sword arc, the spark flickered.

Less than five seconds!

His Meteor Nine Swords are even faster than the Ethereal ones......

Ling Du was still exerting his strength in the dark, the wind was like a tide, becoming stronger and stronger, and the Phoenix Terrace seemed to have become the center of a hurricane, and under the dark cloudy sky, the Phoenix Square was dim......

He wasn't sure if the Meteor Nine Swords, all the fifty-four swords, had hit Ling Du, and the air around him was about to burn up, and if he continued to consume it like this, he would definitely be defeated.

After a short breath, the volley exploded again, and the small universe exploded in an instant......

I saw that on the phoenix platform, the wind and clouds surged, and the sword arc became lightning, sparsely crackling, crackling, lightning and thunder!

Thirteen seconds!

Three meteors and nine swords, the tide is annihilated in an instant!

Ling Du and the cold wind reappeared in people's sights......

The cold wind was trembling all over, his eyes were bloodshot, his body was soaked, he was panting heavily, and his long hair was messy in the wind. The Voidless Long Sword showed a bright red under the extreme heat, like a red-hot piece of fine steel, as thin as a cicada's wings.

Opposite him, Ling Du's eyes were blazing, and he touched a handful of cheeks that were as clean as jade, a little slippery, and on his perfect face as jade, there was a blood-colored cut, and blood flowed.

The condensed sword in his right hand, I don't know how many assassinations he has blocked, is almost shattered.

"Count you ruthless......" Ling Du looked at the blood on his hands, gritted his teeth and threatened: "This is your own ......"

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God-King Wings......

Ling Du was furious, furious, and the God King had wings, and after he first appeared......

Like the wings of an angel, they are translucent, and the surface of the wings is covered with a layer of lead, as thin as cicada wings. He flapped his wings at a high frequency, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the dark clouds of lightning and thunder......

"What the hell ......"

The cold wind panted, looking up at the sky, with a blank expression, not knowing what Ling Du was going to do.

Ling Du is really powerful, occupies an absolute advantage in speed, and has the help of the God King Wing, soaring into the sky......

......

......

Ling Du disappeared above the dark clouds, and no one knew what he was going to do.

Whew!

The wind is blowing!

Wow!

The downpour, the storm is coming, the bean-sized raindrops are connected into a string, falling from the sky, and the Phoenix Terrace, under the knocking of the raindrops, makes a crackling and crisp sound.

The hot air cooled instantly, and the heavy rain washed away the world......

The cold wind stood alone in the storm, his clothes soaked, and soon, the rain that did not flow out in time became a puddle of water, soaking his feet.

Bang!

The wind is blowing, the lightning is thundering!

The black and oppressive dark clouds were connected together, covering the sky and the sun, the whole sky was dark, the day was like night, and suddenly, directly above the Phoenix Terrace, a circle of light flashed, and the sky gradually opened up!

Boom!

The purple holy light fell from the sky, and the light of the Phoenix Terrace shone brightly......

This time it was different, the purple light passed through everything, and the energy in it was not only light and heat, but also the oppression of the primordial spirit, the soul attack......

Purple light!

The rain was pouring down, the purple pillar of light shrouded the Phoenix Terrace, the cold wind looked up at the sky, his eyes slightly closed, and he felt an unprecedented soul oppression, different from the silence of Kamui, more precisely, this is a threat......

With the help of the wings of the God King, Ling Du flew to a height of 10,000 meters and intercepted a kind of holy light, purple light, purple light with soul attack!

Purple light is to absorb the purple light in nature in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the purple light naturally has the attribute of soul attack, which is an extremely terrifying light energy.

Soul attack, it is difficult to defend with normal means, and only the soul power of the soul or the divine power of the martial god can resist this kind of attack!

Ling Du appeared again, the divine light wings shining in the purple light, and in his hand, it was a purple light source, he was constantly falling, and the purple light source was getting closer and closer to the Phoenix Terrace.

For ordinary people, purple light is unapproachable, Ling Du has the eye of reincarnation, is not afraid of purple light, and keeps it for himself......

The soul was terrified, and the cold wind's primordial spirit began to tighten, and it became extremely nervous.

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"Ling Du has used the purple light technique, the soul is attacking, Brother Feng should be careful......"

Su Jinglu couldn't sit still, so he stood up directly, looking at the Phoenix Terrace shrouded in purple light and heavy rain with an uneasy expression.

"What can I do then, will there be anything wrong with Master Han......" Tao Feiyan asked eagerly with a blank face.

"I feel that Brother Feng has found a way to deal with the eye of reincarnation, but the purple light technique is also a soul attack, similar but different...... It's hard to say whether it can hold up or not......"

Xiao Su frowned and took a deep breath.

......

Ling Du took a pinch of purple light and slowly fell.

The vertical distance between the cold wind and the purple light source was less than two hundred meters left.

Stop there, stop there, or give it a go and spare no effort.

The heavy rain poured over his body, the purple light oppressed his soul, and at this moment, all that was left in his world was the storm and deep resentment......

Do you continue to hold out, or do you disarm and surrender......

He wrung a handful of the rain from his face, and his confused gaze began to become resolute and resolute.

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Recalling that day seven years ago, his opponent was Ling Du, and he was defeated......

On that day, it was also drifting in heavy rain, and the city lord gave an order to depose him from the City of Wind, and walked through the Avenue of Wind and Heaven alone, in the spurt of millions of people......

No one can experience the hysterical despair, the loneliness of losing the whole world!

The body is not dead, the heart is dead!

This time, he can't be defeated, there is no need for life and death, and he will win or lose with one sword!

......

Since Ling Du has used the purple light technique, he must be the last struggle.

In the face of the soul attack of the purple light jue, the cold wind still has a bottom in his heart, the soul power is not thin on the one hand, and the other is that it can shelter Tian Yuan's cold incense qi.

What is lost, all must be regained!

The cold wind gritted his teeth and was determined to kill!

Ling Du flew above the dark clouds to obtain purple light, which also gave him enough time to rest, turn around the dantian, and gather qi and strength.

He held the Voidless Long Sword with both hands, perpendicular to the sky, attracting all the true power in the Yuan Infant, the rolling true power, poured into the sword, and the sword of thought stripped off the Yuan Shen, and the two swords were combined.

Zhenli held the wind hostage, forming two whirlwinds under his feet, similar to the principle of the wind wheel, two small whirlwinds, intensifying, enveloping the stagnant water on the phoenix platform, and the water splashed.

The wrath of the wind god, a rage to seal the sky!

Bang!

Whew!

The strongest blow of the Seven Kills Sword Technique, the wrath of the wind god, soared into the sky!

The human and the sword are connected as one, the windless realm, the rhythm of the body, the formation of a vacuum compartment, greatly reducing the friction between the body and the air, ten meters per second, like Tissot, facing the purple light, invincible, no regrets!

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"Crazy, isn't this kid going to die......" Piaoshen exclaimed.

"The strongest blow of the Seven Kills Sword Technique, the wrath of the wind god, the anger of the heavens, what I want is this momentum that destroys the heavens and the earth......"

The lark looked a little excited, and when he saw the cold wind flying into the sky, he seemed to see the shadow of the son of the wind back then, and his eyes lit up.

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100,000 people, all with their backs to the sky.

Dripping with heavy rain, brilliant purple light, and black and oppressive sky, a person with a sword on his head soars straight into the sky, without fear or regret!

"I'm really tired of ......"

Ling Du fluttered and his divine light wings were still falling, holding a ball of condensed purple light, with a sneer.

Soul attack, in a way, means that the soul is scattered.

As the distance closes, the cold wind gradually feels the burning pain of the soul, but there is no turning back, the wrath of the wind god, the combination of speed and passion, the fusion of strength and anger.

God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, between heaven and earth, I am the only one!

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Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, thirty meters......

Approaching, killing!

Twenty meters ......

10 meters ......

Unexpectedly broke through the limit of ten meters, Ling Du panicked......

His eyes were sharp, within ten meters, the strongest attack range of the Purple Light Jue, breaking through ten meters would mean a big defeat in front of him, he miscalculated, he didn't expect that the Martial Emperor of the Yuan Infant Stage would be able to resist the soul attack of the Purple Light Jue.

The Divine King's wings began to tremble violently, and Ling Du panicked.

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At this time, the cold wind looked up, but saw an extremely terrifying picture......

Ling Du's originally flawless, jade-like face began to decay......

Like the corrupted face of a dead man, it is eroded and suppurated, pus and rotting flesh, and the face is covered with ink and rashes......

What's even more terrifying is that the sharp eyes suddenly rolled and turned into the eyes of death!

Death Strikes......

The Eye of Reincarnation......