Ximen Yin's pressure increased suddenly—what kind of evil power made that young sword immortal who had never been able to be looked up to, who had never been confident, and who was not like a guest in the world, say such a thing?

The Tsing Yi Sword Immortal gritted his teeth, and the contradiction in his heart was very - Feng Qingtong was helpless with evil power, could he really help Ximen Yin? But if he retreated like this, would Feng Qingtong really die here? Or would he stay here, but he would do the wrong thing and affect Feng Qingtong again?

As soon as he thought of this, Ximen Yin looked around, and the black mist seemed to be even more terrifying, and it had already soaked the entire formation. Everything seems to be showing that everything is over, and it is irretrievable to rely on him Simon.

Ximen Yin's arm trembled, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes suddenly touched the long sword in his hand, and his heart seemed to be pierced by a needle for a moment.

It's just that the cyan long sword of the magic weapon has barely been unsheathed after Ximen Yin jumped into the Great Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm. In today's world, it suddenly seems to move with the master's mind. From the brilliance of the protection array, to the gloom at this moment, only in the thought of the change of the master's heart.

Looking at the long sword that reflected his state of mind, Ximen Yin was stunned.

"Simon is not a grandmaster?"

Above the formation, the person guarding the formation asked himself lightly, turned the corners of his mouth and laughed insolently. His eyes, which were getting cloudier and more cloudy, suddenly became bright at this moment, as if dreaming back to the high-spirited young man of the year, holding the long sword obliquely, and asking the fairy with a sword!

Without the slightest fear, Ximen Yin fiercely pressed his gaze towards the evil force, and in the black mist, his blood-colored narrow eyes flashed red, as if he was also looking directly at him.

Ximen Yin, who was in a clear state of mind, really exerted the insight of the great grandmaster, and he was finally able to see clearly that the evil power actually came from the young man in white himself!

"Bixue, Hell!"

Above the formation, the majestic spiritual power is like a cyan meteorite, and among the stars, Ximen Yin's long hair is flying, like a god descending into the world!

Under the formation, the black spiritual power was so rich that it enveloped the entire formation, and the only white figure was finally completely hidden in it, and it was impossible to find it at all.

The brilliance of the blood-colored demon star was still sprinkled on this mountain, covering all the scenes outside the two spiritual forces with a layer of red film.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that there are only these three colors left, black and cyan are like two colliding meteorites, and the boundless blood color is an unbreakable background......

Ximen's hidden beard was all open, and he suddenly exerted his strength, and the majestic cyan spiritual power was suppressed even more in an invincible manner, and finally pressed the black spiritual power towards the center of the formation little by little. And all kinds of jade and other materials for writing the formation patterns all turned into powder under this huge pressure, dissipating in this mountain of spiritual power.

"Feng Qingtong, wake up!"

With an angry shout, Ximen Yin forced all the black spiritual power that overflowed from the formation and the original normal light essence back into Feng Qingtong's body, with the long sword in his hand, Ximen Yin stood sideways, and the tip of the sword reached the center of the young man's eyebrows.

Heaven and earth are quiet, and after the storm, everything seems to be still. Suddenly, in the calm, there was a completely bare mountaintop, and a silent confrontation between two people standing and sitting.

Feng Qingtong closed his eyes, indifferent, holding a sword and pointing directly at Feng Qingtong's eyebrows, Ximen Yin, who looked like he could take Feng Qingtong's life at any time, was full of sweat.

Obviously, everything is under control, why, that sense of crisis, has not weakened at all?!

It looked like everything was over, and the surrounding area was so quiet that no other sound of life could be heard. The atmosphere was so oppressive that Ximen Yin couldn't speak, and he couldn't do more actions. That intuition in the dark, even at the moment when it all subsided, seemed to repeat two words to him in the same way:

"Run, quick!"

Feng Qingtong, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, no longer those deep but clear eyes, those eyes were like two black whirlpools, wanting to absorb all the light in the world!

The moment the evil god opened his eyes, the red in the sky also dimmed, and the dark clouds were thick, so that the red background that could not be reduced between heaven and earth was swallowed up by endless black in an instant, and the night also completely descended at this moment!

"Dark Attributes?!"

In response to Ximen Yin, it was Feng Qingtong who bounced up and punched hard!

The long sword pointing directly at Feng Qingtong's forehead was quickly opened by Feng Qingtong with his other hand, and Ximen Yin took advantage of the situation to collect the sword and return to the middle gate. On top of the punch, the black mist swirled, and the long sword was bent violently, and Ximen Yin was directly blasted upside down and flew out.

Ximen Yin looked at Feng Qingtong, who was dressed in black spiritual power as thick as water, and felt extremely unfamiliar. This kind of strangeness is not only the strangeness of Feng Qingtong, but also the strangeness of the dark attribute spiritual power. If fighting with a master of ordinary dark attribute spiritual power felt like facing a mysterious poisonous snake with hidden whereabouts, then the Feng Qingtong he was facing at this time was a ferocious black tiger covered in flames!

After the source of the dark attribute evil power was determined to be Feng Qingtong himself, another problem became more troublesome to Ximen Yin:

"Why would someone have two spiritual powers?!"

There is only one kind of spiritual power for monks in a lifetime, and it is also common sense in practice. But it is obvious that Feng Qingtong has two attributes on his body, or the two attributes of light and darkness that are extremely deviant! Ximen Yin can feel that terrible feeling of suffocation, and now this Feng Qingtong who uses dark spiritual power seems to be more powerful than Feng Qingtong who is light and spiritual power!

Killing intent, that is the purest and purest killing intent, just the desire to destroy everything in front of you.

The clothes were agitated, and the light in front of Feng Qingtong was obviously distorted, and the next moment, the whistling punch had already taken the hidden door of the West Gate!

Fast to the extreme!

This is the most intuitive feeling of Ximen Yin. Obviously it is already a metamorphic habitat, but in the face of Feng Qingtong, it still seems that there is no power to fight back! Is there really such a big gap between the metabiotic realm and the metabiotic realm?!

Ximen Yin can only defend passively, but the next moment, that punch will tell him that this time the shot is not just as simple as fast!

With a bang, Ximen Yin was slammed to the ground with a punch. The body of the Transformation Realm still couldn't withstand such a punch after the defense! Ximen Yin's body was full of qi and blood, and he didn't hold back after all, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Qingtong, who was standing in the air, had no intention of stopping, the black mist on his hand was surging, and he was actually trying to condense it into a sword blade with pure spiritual power!

It is not difficult for the Avatar Realm Grandmaster to form spiritual power outside the body, but how much spiritual power should be required to condense it into a sword blade that can be compared to a divine weapon?!

Ximen Yin stabilized his body and looked at the young man who was like the Demon King of the World—he finally understood why Feng Qingtong used the last opportunity to speak in the last moment of sobriety, just to let him escape. In the body of this young man in front of him, there is clearly an evil force that is even more powerful than himself!

There is simply no way to defeat ......

"You can't let that sword condense into shape!"

There is no way to retreat today, it is better to fight against the water! I, Ximen Yin, can be regarded as a grandmaster at all, and I can't be looked down upon all the time!

The great grandmaster who stepped into the realm of transformation with the downfall as a ladder glanced at the long sword in his hand:

"In the past, Simon was responsible for you, and the swordsman did not get the divine ruler soldiers. When the enemy looks up, you are the only one who is affectionate. ”

The long sword shines brightly, and the last trace of divinity is finally set. Ximen Yin also stood in the air: since ancient times, the artifact was not in the vessel, but in the person. In this life, there is only blue snow, and human swords are inseparable!

The two confronted each other, and Ximen Yin's momentum also continued to rise, since it was the last sword, it had to be beautiful!

Before the black blade was finally condensed, Ximen Yin, who was holding a divine weapon, finally reached the peak first, and a cyan electric light stabbed at the black shadow in an instant, as if to cut through the young man and the black curtain behind him!

Feng Qingtong's blood-colored pupils contracted slightly, obviously sensing a threat. But at this moment, he also had no way to retreat, his black spiritual power shook, and Feng Qingtong raised the black sword blade in his hand.

I don't know how many times the blue light and the black light are intertwined, but this time it is only between the electric light and flint, and the two are staggered, and the heaven and the earth are silent.

In Feng Qingtong's hand, the black sword blade that had not yet condensed and formed was damaged, and the wind attribute spiritual power injected by Ximen Yin was mixed with it and could not be removed for a long time. In Feng Qingtong's hand, the sword blade that was no longer pure finally couldn't be maintained, and it dissipated little by little.

Behind the black-clothed young man, the Tsing Yi Grandmaster was expressionless, and the long sword in his hand that had just become a divine soldier was broken in two, and there was no longer any brilliance.

A stream of blood suddenly burst out from Ximen Yin's shoulder, and a flat wound appeared on the right shoulder of the Tsing Yi swordsman, and the hand holding the sword finally broke away from his body and slowly fell from the air.

The corners of Ximenyin's mouth were hooked, and he whispered:

"This sword, it's not so shameful......"

Finally losing the last of his strength, Simon Yin fell from the sky and fell in a pool of blood.

Standing in the air, Feng Qingtong, who was not too damaged, slowly landed on the ground, staring at the pool of blood on the ground and the familiar face. He stared at it for a long time, from his fingers trembling slightly, to trembling all over. He hugged his head and asked himself in a voice so hoarse that it was so unpleasant that it was particularly unpleasant:

"Who did I kill...... This is...... Who?"

Just when the young man was in a trance, a snow-white sword light from outside the sky quickly stabbed and stabbed straight at Feng Qingtong's back.

Feng Qingtong hurriedly turned around, but the next moment, the sword light that could not be captured had completely pierced Feng Qingtong's chest, bringing out a large patch of blood.

Feng Qingtong vomited a mouthful of blood, the red in his eyes gradually faded, and his vision finally blurred. He could no longer stand and collapsed beside the sword.

The snow-white long sword sword spike fluttered, and the name of that sword was called Luoyun.

......

On the mountain, the old man with a white beard has less divinity on his body, and he looks more and more like an ordinary old man.

On the other side, the middle-aged man with a sharp face sneered and did not speak.