In the depths of the giant pit of Qi Tianshan, the sword ghosts used their sword qi to cut the ice surface, hung down the ropes, and several people worked together to slowly hang the evil emperor sealed in the thousand-year-old ice soul.

He was still alive, but he was still struggling, his heart was severely damaged, four of the nine evil dragons were cut off, and the remaining five were also scarred, no one knew how Meng Changxuan did it, this human body hid unparalleled power. At this moment, he was wearing a blood-stained white robe, standing like a ghost looking down on everything below, his white hair hanging down and blocking his eyes.

The salvaged Evil Emperor lay flat on the ice, and the sword ghosts continued to pour the thousand-year-old ice soul on him, in case he still had the strength to kill. Evil swirls around him, feeling this incredible moment. This body has changed beyond recognition, it does not look like a human body at all, his upper body has no organs or flesh and bones, but is occupied by nine entrenched black dragon bodies, which looks hideous and terrifying, but it is full of solemn beauty like a god and a demon.

Another amazing place on his body is the demon knife is absolutely cold, and people finally see the true face of the knife under the black qi dissipation, strictly speaking, it is not a knife, but the tail bones of the nine dragon tails twisted together, which is a wonderful inky black, sharp to the extreme. Only this kind of thing can resist the combined encirclement and suppression of the Sword Emperor and the Seven Swords.

"It's a pity, it's only one step away, as long as it can give you a day, I'm afraid that even Ye Linyuan won't be able to kill you by then. Evil sighed.

"A newly awakened Emperor Xuan Realm is so powerful, what a terrifying existence the real Evil Emperor should be. A sword ghost followed.

"His consciousness is not fully awakened, the previous battle was just acting on instinct, but if he is the peak of the evil emperor, we will not be able to find him. The evil raised his arms and shouted, saying in the most uplifting and gorgeous voice: "The entire Cultivation Realm is pursuing an eternal truth, that is, the weak eat the strong! Once you were all weak, struggling to survive at the bottom, but today the strong and weak will be completely reversed, and we will accomplish an unprecedented feat! In front of us, all swords and all demons and evil are weak! We are the new truth, and we will share the whole world!!"

The cheers resounded through the huge pit, some people hugged each other and burst into tears, while others were blank, sometimes crying bitterly and sometimes ecstatic.

This day has been waiting for too long, and these sword ghosts have been suppressed by the Wu'en Gate, and they can only live the days when everyone shouts and beats the rats on the street. The Sect Law Enforcement Hall watched over them like maggots, and the bravest of them dared to rebel against the elite of these elites, and henceforth became outcasts, they could only become members of the Blasphemous, and that was the only place where they were welcomed.

When the sword ghosts come together, anger and resentment will ferment together, and eventually turn into a frenzy of resentment. Many of them had looked at the majestic and revered Heavenly Sword Mountain, hoping that it would shatter into countless ruins...... Today they are back on their feet at the cost of blood, and in doing so, they are given a new lease of life.

Several sword formations were moved by the sword ghosts, and the grand wave of sword qi began to tear apart the body, and when it touched the scales and bones of the nine dragon bodies, sparks flew everywhere, making a terrifying sound, and the sword ghosts could only cool down while cutting. The Evil Emperor didn't struggle, the supreme being closed his eyes tightly, and only the remaining five dragon heads stared at the golden black eyes, silently watching as he was cut off one by one, his blood gushing out in all directions, splashing on everyone's bodies. The sword qi first cut off the long tails of the nine evil dragons, and the naturally generated demon sword fell down and pierced into the rocky ground as easily as piercing tofu.

The sword qi cut off the remaining five of the evil dragon one by one, and every time a neck bone cracked with plasma and firelight, a pair of golden-colored black pupils went out. When the capital of the nine dragons was cut off, the people finally let go of their last worries. This supreme being, which had been hidden in the abyss of the Heavenly River for countless years, had finally died.

Evil glanced up at the night sky, then turned his head to look around, it was clear that he was worried about time.

On the red ice, the extremely sharp sword qi cut through the layers of the dragon's body, peeling off the black heart that was wrapped in it. The surface of the pitch-black heart was wrapped in cobweb-like bloodlines, protected from the bone cage of the nine dragon tails, like a magnificent gem. The heart was lifted in the air by the Celestial Silk Tree, and the sword ghost took a few steps closer to look up at this incredible organ, and at this moment...... He felt like he was being watched by something, he was watched by a heart!

He thought it was just a hallucination, but he was too tired to hallucinate, but somehow, his body was involuntarily kneeling, as if melted in the fiery gaze.

At this time, Meng Changxuan, who was standing on a high place, suddenly moved, he threw the pitch-black long sword, and the sword light penetrated the sword ghost's chest, and then pierced into the heart that was also pitch-black. Then the sound of the flying sword piercing the air came, and his sword was already faster than the speed of sound!

Such a sharp sword only cut a scratch on that heart, dripping a few drops of blood that was extremely black. An unparalleled force erupted from the crack, and everyone felt a mountain of heavy pressure on their backs! The heart suddenly began to wriggle, and the heart struggled to break free, making a thunderous explosion as it struggled!

"Evil source! evil source! That's evil source!" yelled viciously, and even he couldn't keep his cool at this moment.

Meng Changxuan descended from the sky, and the pitch-black long sword was held by him again, only he and the evil were worthy of being the opponents of the evil emperor here, and he had been staying in a high place just waiting for this moment.

But before he could hit the ground, the black heart that broke free had already sunk into the sword ghost's chest, and a black mist shook in front of him a few times and disappeared.

"Everyone, back off!" yelled.

The sound of the sword qi whistling was deafening, and countless sword qi of different colors slashed towards the sword ghost, after witnessing that terrifying scene, the mountain-like fear swept through everyone, and everyone knew that the sword ghost had no chance of survival, and that heart was going to rob his body. Everyone slashed out their sword qi as fast as they could, and even threw their flying swords forward, and in less than thirty breaths, hundreds of flying swords sank into the body of that sword ghost. This man, who should have died countless times, did not fall, sword qi and flying swords stabbed from all directions, and he swung violently, like a patient who had gone mad.

In the end, he was covered by a large cloud of dust, until everyone's flying swords were shot. People subconsciously looked away, even though they were used to killing, they still didn't dare to look at the tragic condition of that person, imagining that with hundreds of swords stabbing into a person's body at the same time, all that could be left was flesh and blood all over the ground. The dust and fog cleared slightly, and the first person to see clearly swallowed back the scream, because he was afraid that he would lose all the strength to breathe, how could he scream?

The sword ghost could still clearly distinguish the human form, his body was completely covered by the blade, not even an inch of skin remained, but he had not yet fallen, but was frozen motionless on the movement of leaning back.

Evil is also slowly retreating, and among all of them, only Meng Changxuan is really calm, he has become a real evil ghost, he is fearless, he stands with his sword closest to that sword ghost, staring at him deadly.

The sword ghost slowly straightened his back...... At this moment, everyone felt that there was a chill spreading on their backs, which was against common sense, a person who was pierced by hundreds of flying swords could still move, his bones and muscles should have been reduced to pieces under the slash of the blade! The blood-colored humanoid moved aimlessly, his movements were extremely slow, he could no longer be called a human, but with the support of some kind of power, this humanoid monster was still alive and wanted to escape.

The humanoid turned its head aimlessly, its face cut into countless pieces by the blades, and the flesh hung on the blades, and those blades shimmered, as if countless eyes were watching the people around them. They didn't dare to move or make a sound, for fear that the monster would suddenly run towards them.

Meng Changxuan stood behind the monster with his sword, and no one knew how it moved without its feet.

The monster seemed to realize that an enemy was behind him, dragging its wounded leg towards the Demon Blade, the twisted dragon's tail shuddering violently in response. Meng Changxuan followed behind, keeping a certain distance, the monster ran faster and faster, and Meng Changxuan followed faster and faster, but the distance between the two remained the same. The monster stretched out its hand in front of it, and at the same time flew up, and the demon sword inserted in the ground jumped into the air with a roar, this is its weapon is obeying its call! Meng Changxuan's sword finally swung out, and the sword light was like a zigzag silver lightning.

No one could see what was happening at that moment, Meng Changxuan and the monster flashed in the air, and each landed on the ground. The long sword in Meng Changxuan's hand was broken in half, and the monster held the demon sword's cold hand and fell to the ground with its head, but no blood flowed out of the incision, and the naked eye could see that the muscles there were squirming, and an unknown black qi was still frantically repairing this body. Meng Changxuan stretched out his hand into the air, caught the demon sword that was shocked and flew with his bare hands, turned around and slashed at the monster's lumbar vertebrae, and then swung the broken sword and hit it in the chest. The person forcibly raised by the evil source finally collapsed, and what scattered out was a flying blade, and the body collapsed like a sand sculpture washed by the tide.

The demon knife pierced through the monster's body, nailing the evil source to the ground, and the incomparably black heart was entangled in black qi, and the thickest part of the black qi was like an eye.

"Ice Soul! Take Ice Soul! This is the source of evil! The origin of the evil emperor!!" called out in ecstasy.

The sword ghosts woke up like a dream, and the priceless thousand-year-old ice souls were thrown to the heart as if they were dying. The origin of the Evil Emperor is his heart, as long as this heart is still there, the Evil Emperor will never be killed, he can always move from one body to another, no matter how many times he is killed, it is only his torso that is killed, and people who do not know the true face of the Evil Emperor will never be able to kill him.

But this time, he met a real opponent, and he met a resurrected demon.

The thick smoke dissipated, and the evil source was not yet cut off, and he twisted and made a dull sound, and the black qi around him continued to flicker out. But in the encirclement of the thousand-year-old ice soul, he couldn't touch any body that could be snatched, and its own strength was too weak.

Evil picked up the torch and shone it at him, and the light of the fire shone through the black mist on the outside, and crystal clear black blood was faintly visible inside.

"What a mesmerizing power! What a great intellect, what a great feat! He continues his existence in this way!!" Evil hands were raised in the air, praising the heart that had been stripped away.

"It's not enough to find the source of evil, you have to find a host and food for it. "There are only a very few creatures in this world that will be parasitized by evil sources, and now that the old king is dead and the new king is on the throne, we will witness the new king ascend to the throne and start another era!"

The sword light fell from the sky, enveloping Evil and Meng Changxuan in it, the sharp sword qi cutting through the rain curtain, and a huge roar echoed in the huge pit. It was a black Xuanzhou, the door of the boat was open, and Meng Changfeng was sitting in the Xuanzhou, his white robe hunting.

At the last moment, the last of the forces of the Graceless Gate arrived at the scene.

Meng Changxuan, who had always been silent, seemed to wake up from a dream, his eyes instantly lit up, and there seemed to be golden red stripes turning under his eyes. He slowly raised his head to look up at the white figure falling from the sky, and the wind blew open the hem of his robe, revealing the sword sheathed at his waist.

"Brother, brother, have you come to see me, are you here for my birthday party?" he laughed in the wind.

Or ...... Are you here to attend my enthronement ceremony?" his smile faded, leaving only a bitter resentment, "Use your blood to congratulate me on the ceremony?"

Meng Changfeng looked down at the bottom of the well, facing the corpses and blood all over the ground, without the slightest look of pity, his pupils seemed to flow with molten iron-like gold.

"Come on, come on, kill me with your justice! Haven't you been doing this all these years?!!" Meng Changxuan roared to the sky. From the moment Meng Changfeng appeared, he was looking up, spreading his arms and roaring like a beast.

Meng Changfeng just sat quietly, his gaze seemed to penetrate everything, and only the indifference of seeing through the red dust remained.

"Sect Master, there is not much time left, in your sword qi realm, this Xuanzhou will not be able to support it for a long time. "Driving the Xuanzhou was a middle-aged deacon, and his expression was very calm.

"Changxuan, do you really want to register as a king?" Meng Changfeng said softly, "The king has always been a very lonely thing, haven't you been afraid of loneliness since you were a child, why do you want to moths to fight the fire?"

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Meng Changxuan laughed wildly and shouted, "What loneliness is not lonely? I have long forgotten it! We have grown up, right? Our swords have been stained with too many people's blood! Who is qualified to talk about not being lonely?!! this kind of person should wait for death in loneliness!!"

"Changxuan, I'm here today just for one thing, to invite you to go on a long trip with me. Meng Changfeng said, "That place is called ...... Yellow Springs!"

He spread his hands apart and pressed the hilt of his sword at his waist, and the saber was unsheathed with a thud, and he leaped out of the Xuanzhou, his robe hunting in the wind. He descended from the sky with a sword aura as magnificent as the Milky Way, like a god descending from the sky.

The heavily armed disciples followed Meng Changfeng out of the Xuanzhou, and they pierced the rock wall with flying swords and hung high, but Meng Changfeng fell straight down.

Meng Changxuan put the pitch-black long sword in the air, Meng Changfeng drew a dazzling sword light several zhang long, the two swords clashed, the flickering sword light illuminated the faces of the two brothers, Meng Changfeng's face was indifferent like a statue, but Meng Changxuan was as hideous as a ghost grinding his teeth.

This is the final battle, and the strength of the two kendo masters is unreservedly displayed in front of the world. No one could lock their position with their eyes, and they all turned into phantoms at extreme speed, but each sword light they slashed out was as bright as the sun and the moon, illuminating people's eyes brightly. When the two blades clashed, sparks flew everywhere, like fireworks blooming, and if they were not holding a rare famous sword in the world, it would have been shattered in this huge collision of power.

Around them, the sound of explosions and the whistling of sword qi continued. The disciples relied on the flying sword to hang in the air, and before they landed, they slashed downward, and the sword rain fell from the sky, and the sword ghosts who were blasphemous were suppressed by this sword qi before they could get up and dodge. These twenty-three people are the last elite disciples of the Wu'en Sect, they are all one in a thousand kendo geniuses, and now that the sect has been destroyed, it is tantamount to sending them to death by following Meng Changfeng, but their hands are still as stable as they were at the beginning. The surviving Blasphemy crawled and picked up weapons to fight back, aiming at the vital parts of the disciples, and delivering a fatal blow as they descended from the sky.

There is no hatred between them, these sword ghosts are only responsible for awakening and capturing the evil emperor, these disciples are usually in the sect to cultivate and practice swords, but once they are on the battlefield, none of them have a way out. The crater was filled with their screams and roars, and they didn't have time or want to wonder why, the bloodthirsty killing and anger filled the crater.

"Come on, brother, it's like when you're outside the Gate of Wu'en, right, you're always the strongest, you can defeat everyone with just one iron sword!" Meng Changxuan laughed wildly, "It's like when you were a kid again, right?"

Xuanzhou exploded in the air, and the deacon who piloted Xuanzhou didn't have time to get out, he kept steering Xuanzhou to fly, and insisted until the last disciple jumped out of the boat. The majestic sword qi of the two brothers unconsciously rowed across Xuanzhou, and the huge remnants of Xuanzhou hit the ground, falling with dazzling sparks, and a huge shadow enveloped Meng Changfeng and Meng Changxuan. But no one took even a step back, the sword qi was as dense as a flood, and if either side stopped, countless sword blades would instantly penetrate the web composed of sword light, completely cutting the opponent's body.

"Come on, brother, let's see which of us will retreat first!!Aren't you going to Huangquan with me?!! I'm looking forward to that long trip, I'm going to tremble with anticipation!!" Meng Changxuan shouted wildly and swung his sword.

He still didn't retreat, even if the wreckage of the Xuanzhou weighing thousands of pounds smashed down on him. He had been silent tonight, like a ghost who had lost his memories of the past, as if he had seen through the red dust, but the deepest pupils of his eyes hid a huge fire that could burn the sky!

It wasn't his memory that was erased by evil, just the character of the young man in the mountains, and all that was left was the demonic sword of blasphemy. He hated Meng Changfeng in his heart, and when he was weakest and needed Meng Changfeng the most, his brother gave up on him and stabbed his sword into his chest.

The ground was full of lost sword blades, and Meng Changxuan leaned over to pick up a short sword and threw it at Meng Changfeng. There weren't any fancy tricks to speak of, he just gave it his all. In his eyes, the passage of time seemed to have slowed down, allowing him to clearly trace the trajectory of the sword. That sword couldn't withstand such a ferocious force, so it had already begun to crumble from the moment it was released, and the fragments of the blade enveloped Meng Changfeng. The fragments cut him to blood, but he forcibly passed through those sword blade fragments, and pounced on Meng Changxuan like a fierce wolf, from swinging the knife to the extremely fast force, it was only a matter of a moment, and the sword light of Changfeng flashed in front of Meng Changxuan's eyes, just like the sun rising into the sky.

At this moment, only a few hours had passed since the last time they fought to the death, but Meng Changfeng's strength and speed were able to keep up with Meng Changxuan, and in a few hours, even if there was a large amount of Xuandan, he could not completely heal his seriously injured body.

The wreckage of Xuanzhou, which was tumbling and falling from the sky, suddenly cracked, and the huge arc of sword light tore apart Xuanzhou's body, and debris splashed.

Those Xuanzhou wreckage with fire swept everything, Meng Changxuan rushed into the sky with a sharp whistle, and actually used the sword in his hand to cut the wreckage of Xuanzhou that came directly in front of him.

In the eyes of the people around him, this kind of behavior is definitely something that only a madman who doesn't want to die, a Xuanzhou weighs more than 10,000 catties, and ordinary people are like ants and elephants in front of him, which cannot be competed with by human beings.

But Meng Changxuan had completely awakened, he was the new king who could fight the evil emperor with his bare hands! The long sword sparked a series of fires on the wreckage of Xuanzhou, and he actually smashed the wreckage that smashed at him directly and slashed it apart, and at the same time bounced away with the help of this force.

The next moment, the long wind penetrated his chest, and Meng Changxuan's body was in the air, unable to dodge at all. No matter how strong he is, it will take some time to twist his body, and when he is in the air, he can't dodge like ordinary people. So watching that cold light shoot out from Meng Changfeng's hand, he couldn't do anything.

He turned his head sharply and saw Meng Changfeng standing under the burning wreckage of the Xuanzhou. Meng Changfeng didn't dodge, in this somewhat childish game, it was the indifferent brother who persevered to the end, not the crazy younger brother.

The wreckage of the Xuanzhou that fell from the sky smashed into his body, crushing the tiny humanoid to the ground, and the sky-high fire burst violently. Immediately after that, the remaining black wreckage also enveloped him, these twisted hedras and metal fused together, slid on the ground, and finally crashed into the ice soul behind him, a huge amount of cold air leaked and poured on the wreckage of Xuanzhou, frost spread along the surface of the wreckage, and a thick mist rose into the sky.

The falling wreckage was ignited by sparks, as if the sun was burning at the bottom of the pit, and the waves of air slammed everyone against the rock wall, and the pillars of light swept the entire bottom of the crater with pillars of dust, and the blazing air currents and flying debris swept by.

The disciples of the Wu'en Sect and the sword ghosts of the Blasphemy were still fighting, they didn't even realize that the master of the sect had died, and everyone was immersed in the sense of mission and anger in their hearts, no matter what the outcome of this battle was, there was no one to stop.