In the late autumn season, the sunlight shines through the woods outside the sect of the Hetian Sect, cutting into countless strands of golden threads, shining on the clearing. The shadows in the trees are reflected in the gaps, dancing gently with the autumn wind.

This poetic picture shattered in a sword light.

Li Chengfeng's sword broke through the void, Shen and Tian were martyred, and the Taoist meaning of the two of them poignantly interpreted the changes of heaven and earth.

It's just a moment, and it's as if a long time has passed.

The rift in the sky was restored with the repair of the Heaven Replenishing Stone.

Although he stopped the spread of the other party's Taoism, Shen Hetian also paid a heavy price.

Shen Hetian was covered in blood, and in the face of Li Chengfeng's attack again, he lost the ability to resist.

The sword light flew in the air, like snowflakes floating in the sky.

Thousands of sword flowers condensed into a streamer of light and slashed through.

The long sword was ruthless and cold, slashing towards Shen Hetian's body, as if blowing a mourning song.

The air seemed to freeze, and the picture froze in this instant.

"Boom. ”

A blood-red spear shadow rushed into the cold space, stirring up waves.

It was Chen Pingzhi who held the Blood Cloud Cold Gun and shot at a critical moment.

"Bell. ”

Just as the sword was about to fall, the Blood Cloud Cold Spear blocked the streamer.

Chen Pingzhi's body took a few steps back, and the blood in his chest churned.

With an unyielding will in his eyes, he looked at Li Chengfeng coldly.

Fang Geque jumped up, his body was like a big bird, and he rushed straight up.

He stepped forward to catch Shen Hetian, helped him sit down, and took out some healing pills and fed them to him.

A trace of blood appeared on Shen Hetian's pale face, and the huge consumption just now drained him from too much energy.

"Heiyuki, be careful, you're no match for him. ”

Shen Hetian felt Li Chengfeng's fierce attack from Fang Cai's hand. He struggled to his feet, tugging at the wound, blood gushing out, and a dizziness in his head.

"I will do my best, and no one can insult my sect. Chen Pingzhi shouted.

Facing an opponent whose cultivation surpassed his own, it aroused his high fighting spirit.

He wants to use his actions to prove that he is still the pride of heaven in the sect. When the sect was in trouble, he stood up and turned the tide.

Chen Pingzhi stimulated the spirituality on the Blood Cloud Cold Spear, and the space was filled with blood-red evil qi.

After the last fight with Ruan Ruan, he had a deep understanding.

The bloody aura in the Blood Cloud Cold Spear can break people's consciousness, control people's bodies, and become demons who only know how to slaughter.

This is the unique result of the amplification of the deepest desires in the heart and the awakening of the hidden evil.

After the fierce battle of the Life and Death Stage, Chen Pingzhi was reborn, his understanding of Dao Yi improved, and he became more comfortable controlling the Blood Cloud Cold Spear.

Evil qi is also a form of energy, and what is difficult to control is the impact on the mind.

If the mind is free of dust, it will not be deceived by external objects.

Chen Pingzhi's defeat at the hands of Ruan Ruan brought about a change in his mood, from jealousy of the young man to admiration.

His will is firm, and his Dao heart is not as impetuous as before, and he is faintly developing in the direction of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant.

The blood-red shadow of the spear rippled in the space, the water rippled, and the boundless evil qi swept through the space.

Li Chengfeng's face was expressionless, and the long sword in his hand was transformed.

Like clouds and mist, like angry waves in the sky, rolling up thousands of piles of snow that will not melt for thousands of years.

The sword intent was boiling between the waves, the sword was uncertain, and his figure was chic and free.

Chen Ping's spear was like a spirit snake, with fierce moves and heavy shadows, forming a heavy oppressive force.

The sword light and the gun shadow collided violently.

The surrounding heaven and earth elements vibrate, and as the two of them fought, a series of sparks burst out.

Li Chengfeng's long sword contains a vast Dao meaning, outlining a bleak line in the space. This kind of seemingly chaotic sword, but in fact, hides a murderous sword, laying traps one after another.

Chen Pingzhi's spear roared through the air, bringing bursts of cyclones. Each shot was heavy and solid, and the space was faintly shadowed by the gun, leaving deep cracks.

The sword light is all over the sky, and the gun shadow is fierce.

The space where two people fought each other produced a violent explosion.

The space is fragmented and on the verge of collapse at any moment.

The long sword in Li Chengfeng's hand was as fast as a sword. No one could see his movements clearly, and only the vast sea of swords remained between heaven and earth.

The impact of the sword light made the spear in Chen Pingzhi's hand rotate, and it was very difficult.

The evil aura on the spear was also unable to maintain its original form in the fierce attack, and the light of the spear gradually dimmed.

Li Chengfeng's eyes were full of waves, and his mind was invested in the long sword in his hand, which changed into different sword qi with his mind.

The long sword slashed through the air, and the blade trembled slightly with a naked eye. The soul and the sword are fused together, telling the depth and loftiness of the avenue of heaven and earth.

His comprehension of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is far above Chen Pingzhi.

Borrowing the power of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, it is embodied in the long sword, which is extremely powerful.

The air around Chen Pingzhi became extremely viscous, as if the gravity of the entire space was borne by him alone.

With a stubbornness in his bones, he used the strength of his whole body to collide with the opponent's sword light.

With every slight shock, Chen Pingzhi felt a paralyzing feeling from the spear in his hand.

This is a gap in the realm, and the subtle changes caused by it accumulate to form a disadvantage.

The Blood Cloud Cold Spear in Chen Pingzhi's hand and Li Chengfeng's long sword touched again and again, and his tiger's mouth began to crack.

The other party's sword intent was endless, and Chen Pingzhi felt like he was in a quagmire. The evil qi condensed by the blood cloud cold spear was pierced by the sword light, and the power that had ceased to begin.

Li Chengfeng's sword aura was fierce, and the cold light condensed by the sword blade formed a vast white net of heaven and earth.

Chen Pingzhi's Blood Cloud Cold Spear exuded a thick evil aura, which could not break through the shackles of space, and the evil qi gradually compressed within three zhang.

This range could not get close to Li Chengfeng, nor could it pose any threat to him.

On the contrary, Chen Pingzhi was in the sword light, and from time to time there was a wisp of sword light on his body, and he would be taken away with a piece of flesh and blood.

The sword light became more and more dense, Chen Pingzhi was scarred, his eyes were blurred, and the qi in his body was constantly draining.

I can't fall, behind me are fellow teachers and friends of the sect, and I can't let them face danger.

The persistence in Chen Ping's heart turned into a powerful belief.

His blood flowed on the Blood Cloud Cold Spear, which spurred the fierce spirit in the spear.

The last time he had stirred the spirit, he had lost control, and he knew the pain of being lost, but there was no other choice in front of him.

Let the wrath of hell burn and ravage the world!

Through his blurred vision, he slowly looked at the sect behind him, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Blood bloomed on his face, turning into blood-colored petals, which looked extremely miserable, but also heroic and uninhibited.

The disciples in the sect saw his abnormality, and a sense of foreboding rose in their hearts.

This kind of familiar picture, what they saw with their own eyes that day, this kind of action undoubtedly pushed themselves into the abyss of no return.

"Senior Brother Chen, don't!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and they understood what was going to happen next.

Chen Pingzhi waved his hand at them, his eyes were blood-red.

He took a deep look at the familiar figures, tears in his eyes.

For the sake of the sect, for the sake of the past when I was young and frivolous, let me use my actions to show my deep apologies.

In the past, I was arrogant, but now I am grateful for my kindness.

Carefully cultivate my sect, let me use my body to protect you today.

"The bloody hell slaughtered all living beings. ”

Chen Pingzhi let out a loud shout and displayed the ultimate meaning of the Blood Cloud Cold Spear.

This is the will to kill that he took the initiative to let go of the Yuan Shen and gave up the control of the Blood Cloud Cold Spear.

It is like a sacrifice as a tribute, unleashing the evil spirit in the spear.

The heavens and the earth suddenly became dark and cold, and the thick blood cloud was boiling, gurgling and steaming.

The blood-stained spear made the silver-white body of the spear blood-red.

In the viscous blood cloud, countless unjust souls wailed and groaned, turning this space into hell.

Chen Pingzhi's skin was stained with blood, his body was constantly expanding, and his knotted muscles were exposed, like a messenger from hell.

His tall blood-soaked figure, holding a huge blood-red spear, was terrifying in the blood cloud.

That's the real power.

Chen Pingzhi's body was completely connected with the Blood Cloud Cold Spear, and his demeanor was also proud and unyielding.

The Blood Cloud Cold Spear took over his body, transforming him into a killing god that exuded an aura of terror.

Seeing the blood-colored figure in front of him, the pupils in Li Chengfeng's eyes contracted, and he felt a trace of danger.

This kind of evil breath rushing to the face, like the substance, I don't know how many living beings have condensed, and there is a choked and heartbreaking cry in the wind.

Between heaven and earth, blood is permeated.