Boom!" The sky above exploded violently, and a glittering lightning burst through the night dome like a sawtooth, slashing straight down, and the sword light complemented each other!

This sword light seemed to give birth to the power of heaven and earth. Only the great master who refines the way of the void and the void, integrates the law into heaven and earth, and turns the form into the invisible, can the heaven and man sympathize and attract the mysterious and unpredictable power of nature.

"Okay! It's just not good enough!" Yan Zhenglang let out a low sigh, turned his body sideways, twisted his wrist, and moved the sword in front of him.

There was a loud bang, the ground shook, and the huge and ferocious lion head of the dragon slammed into the sword light.

Flesh and blood splattered, sword light shattered, rock walls trembled and cracked, criss-crossing crevices, and stone debris rolled down. The roar shook the sky, and the messy hair flew everywhere, wafting out the smell of thunderous burning. A hole was pierced in its left cheek by the light of the sword, and blood gushed like a fountain, staining half of the lion's head red.

Qingfeng was not happy, as if he had hit a huge mountain of steel, his bones were painful and cracking, and the clear qi was scurrying around, and a group of sword-shaped talismans in the depths of the Purple Mansion shook endlessly, and he was forced to withdraw from the state of combining his body and sword.

Yan Zhenlang's five fingers grabbed by Xuan Yi and let go at this moment, Xiang Yi stretched out his neck violently, his mane swelled, his eyes shot out a hateful and bloodthirsty red light, and he bit the wind viciously.

A series of dull clashing sounds sounded with the roar of the beast, and the runic sword was like an electric snake, circling and moving in the small space, rubbing with Sensen's fangs dozens of times, splashing a little spark.

Qingfeng's body swims with the sword, leaping agilely, trying his best to go sideways, and exerting his skillful strength to defuse the brute force of the giant beast. Rao was like this, his arm shook and numb, and the turbulent sword talisman of the Purple Mansion never had time to calm down.

This is the reason why Yan Zhenglang said that his sword was not good enough. After all, the rune sword is condensed into a rune seed with clear qi, and in the upper dantian, it is the purple mansion that forms a rune sword fetus, and then the rune sword tire is used to hook up the sword weapon and urge it. If there are more changes in the transformation, there will be less pure and unique true sword cultivation. Otherwise, with a sword strike, Yan Zhenglang will either resist or retreat, and there will be no time to use the sword to fight back.

At the moment, it has to be replaced by a fresh breeze and has to resist the rebellion. Once he retreats and falls into passivity, Yan Zhenglang will inevitably take advantage of the situation, and he will never be fortunate to ignore the advantages of one or the other.

The sword roared again and again, its neck shook frequently, and the wind that frantically bit and hit it hard, and the python body that coiled around Yan hitting the waves unconsciously let go a little.

The fresh air of the breeze was consumed sharply, the skin of the giant beast was thick and rough, and the physical strength was almost infinite, and the spiritual power of Yan Hitting the waves locked him as if it were nothing, like a volcano that could not stop accumulating, erupting at any time. If this continues, he will be defeated sooner or later.

Suddenly, the Qingfeng Fu sword shook, and the tip of the sword was like a group of snakes dancing wildly, trembling out of thousands of brilliant thunder purple lights, densely covering the Xuanyi. The speed of the sword is even faster, and it will go away as soon as it is touched, and it will be used to fight with strength. The giant beast was suddenly dizzy and overwhelmed, so anxious that the lion's head flicked wildly.

Such a rapid attack consumes clear qi and is difficult to last, but the breeze has to be. After hundreds of breaths, the sword momentum of the Fu Sword changed again, and the fiber of the sword was as thin as silk, twisting and turning, like fine and dense embroidery. After a hundred breaths, the sword momentum changed from the previous complexity, like a snail crawling slowly, its posture was clumsy, but the sword light condensed in the air like substance, and it never dissipated for a long time. He was a little aggressive, and was immediately cut by broken skin and flesh, bursting with blood. It didn't take long for the sword to suddenly become strong and strong, like a knife sharpening an axe and chiseling, as heavy as a thousand pounds......

The sword light protrudes from the strange peaks one after another, like a white cloud and a dog, changing rapidly. He was extremely uncomfortable, and was gradually driven by the sword momentum, and was tired of coping.

Zhang Wuyi shrank in the crack of the mountain, staring at Qingfeng's figure, his eyes flashing with a hint of resentment. This lowly Taoist boy can obviously overwhelm his opponent, but he almost killed himself, he is really vicious!

Suddenly, the breeze roared high-pitched, the sword light gathered and dispersed, split and merged, rumbling thunder in all directions, rolling electric light like waves, and the surroundings became brighter and brighter, as if drowning in the surging and undulating sea of thunder and lightning.

Instinctively, he shrunk his neck and shook his head to dodge.

At that moment, thousands of rays of thunder and lightning merged into a thread, passed through the gap that the Xuan Yi dodged, and went straight to the gate of Yan Hitting the waves.

"Bang!" Yan hit the wave with a punch and came first, hitting the sword wire, as if his fist was waiting here before the breeze came out of the sword.

There was a dull sound, and a series of explosions of air surged outward, and the rocks cracked.

This was a collision between the two sides without any fancy, Yan Zhenglang's body shook lightly, and his expression was as usual. The breeze is like gold paper, the sword wire flashes away, and then appears out of thin air in the next moment, the light is great, and it stabs at Yan Hit the waves without reluctance.

"Daoyou is nearing the end of the crossbow, how much strength is left?" Yan Zhenglang shook his head slightly, his right hand seemed to have eyes, and he grabbed the neck of the counterattacking Xuanyi, and once again restrained the fierce beast. At the same time, the left fist is shaped like a heavy hammer, shaking the sword wire.

"Bang bang bang-" The two sides exchanged blows hundreds of times in a row, the sword light shattered and splashed, and then instantly converged, each time more dazzling, each time more and more fierce. The breeze was like a fierce tiger, and the sword was overbearing, launching a wave of fierce attacks towards Yan Zhenglang.

The night sky roared wildly, and the lightning galloped like a dark purple fiery snake, constantly merging into the sword light. The entire mountainside was shrouded in dazzling sword light, and the whole body glowed, as if it was about to dissolve.

Yan Zhenglang seemed to be engulfed in the light as well, but every time his fist swung out, it could always penetrate the sword light and break a gap. No matter how fierce the wind is and how sharp the sword road is, that fist is always like a reef protruding from the sea, breaking through the wind and waves, and never retreating.

The fierce battle between the two sides became more and more fierce, and within a radius of ten zhang, the air flow was roaring like a tide, and the rain did not exist. "Click--" With the two of them as the center, the surface of the ground is cracked one after another in the shape of roots and tendrils, varying in depth, extending down the slope.

I don't know how long it took, a wisp of blood suddenly spilled out of the corner of Qingfeng's mouth, and then, blood oozed from the nasal cavity, then the ear hole, and finally the blood beads dripped from the corners of the eyes.

Yan Zhenglang let out a low snort, and his punch turned from rigid to soft, spitting out the entanglement. Qingfeng fought hard again and again, and his internal organs were severely damaged, and he almost ran out of oil and dried up. He only needed to use the last bit of strength of the breeze to defeat it easily.

The turbidity entangled the sword light, jumping suddenly, giving birth to various forces of varying degrees of urgency. The sword momentum suddenly stagnated, becoming crooked and slanted, and at the same time, the turbid qi counterattacked along the sword light, bending straight and bending, flickering and bumping, as if dozens of hands were tearing the breeze back and forth, forcing him to spend his vitality to resist.

However, the sword light was even brighter, and a huge and terrifying stream of clear qi was constantly surging from heaven and earth, surging into Qingfeng's body. The great master of refining the Void and Combining the Dao has reached the unity of heaven and man, and can forcibly absorb the two qi of Qing and Turbidity from heaven and earth, and the price will be broken in the meridians, and the Purple Mansion will collapse and the Dao will be lost.

Yan Zhenglang raised his eyebrows, increased his strength, and the turbidity seeped into Qingfeng's whole body pervasively. The latter ignored it, letting his internal organs churn and only care about swallowing his breath.

The sword light was so bright that it seemed to explode.

In the next moment, the sword light suddenly disappeared.

The four fields became black, the thunder and lightning disappeared, and the wind and rain fell silent.

An unpretentious peachwood rune sword was silent, born from the place where the sword light disappeared, not slow, not light, not heavy, and pointed at Yan Hitting the waves in the simplest straight line.

This sword seems to have been reborn from the sea of thunder tide and lightning, listening to thunder in a silent place and seeing electricity in a lightless place!

This sword has gone from complex to simple, back to basics!

This sword has seen the mystery of kendo!

The distance between the two sides was instantly stretched to one point!

The tip of the sword is approaching the center of Yan hitting the waves!

"Daoist friends seek benevolence, and there is no regret in death!" Yan Zhenglang's eyes flashed, and his left fist struck, changing direction thousands of times in the air, and the short distance seemed to be stretched to an incomparably far away by the fist.

"Boom!" The moment the fist and sword collided, Yan Zhenglang's fist swelled and shrank suddenly, and his five fingers suddenly opened, grabbing the tip of the peachwood rune sword.

His palms were dazzlingly bright, and thunder and lightning poured in from the tip of the sword, using his body as a channel, rushing towards the coiled python body!

This earth-shattering sword was skillfully turned by him!

Blood spurted like a spring, the fishy smell was suffocating, and the monkey let out an earth-shattering roar, and the lower half of the python's body was disconnected together, and it fell to the ground with a bang, and the incision was smooth as a mirror. At the same time, Qingfeng's eyes widened, and the seven orifices were bleeding, and he slowly fell forward.

Yan hit the waves and let out a long howl, and easily got out of trouble. His right hand turned into a blow, and with a punch he hit the neck of the giant beast, causing the upper half of the giant beast to fly out, and blood sprayed all the way.

Sudden change!

A flash of lightning shot out from the top of Qingfeng's head, and it was shocking that it was another Qingfeng, holding a talisman sword in his hand, and jumping into the air at an incredibly fast speed, stabbing Yan directly at the center of the waves!

Just when his left fist was exhausted and his right fist was flawless!

"It's all sorty—"

Yan Hitting the Waves' majestic voice sounded like it sounded from all directions of heaven and earth, and before the tip of the sword touched the center of his eyebrows, he disappeared in front of Qingfeng's eyes.

In its place was a massive, unrivaled fist that filled the field of vision.

A void and deep cave with a fist as the core, blooming infinitely outward, the whole heaven and earth are reflected inside, showing countless wonders and visions, life and death, ever-changing.

It is the fist power of Yan hitting the waves across the eight wildernesses - Senluo everything!