At this moment, Liu Feng's eyes contained a strong murderous intent. He had witnessed it with his own eyes and personally experienced the incomparably tragic battle in the Blood Corpse Demon Slayer Array, and he had already accumulated infinite killing intent in his heart.

However, the Demon Gate was strong, and he had no choice but to choose an escape path, and even fell into a desperate situation for a while. However, now, holding the golden sword in his hand, it is like a dragon in his heart, looking at the world.

Under the Golden Immortal level, Liu Feng at this moment is confident that he can be invincible. Even if the opponent is the Nine Ancient Gods, even if the opponent is the Ancient Heavenly Demon, there is nothing to be afraid of.

This self-confidence comes from the incomparably huge strength in the body at this moment, and it is just a layer of tissue paper that can pierce through this realm and achieve the physical body to reach the Golden Immortal.

Now, I'm afraid the fierce battle in front of the Snow Temple is not over yet. Fortunately, the Demon Gate Half Hundred Immortal Venerable Phantoms were sent out to pursue him, and in front of the Snow God Temple, it must be an even battle situation now.

The Demon Gate is rampant and arrogant, and it's time to teach a lesson. Destroying a phantom can weaken the strength of the Demon Gate by one point.

The cold wind lifted up, and the snowflakes fell all over the sky, and soon the body of the Nine Great Immortal Venerable Phantoms on the ground was completely covered, and he was buried in the vast ice and snow.

The long body did not move, the holy sword scabbard was inserted into the ground sonorously, Liu Feng's expression was indifferent, and he stood with a horizontal sword.

The long hair, which has not been repaired for a long time, can already be scattered to the waist, and at this moment, it spreads out with the wind, diffusing a bit of the breath of a chic and uninhibited swordsman.

Behind him, the ice sculpture condensed, and his beautiful eyes opened to look ahead, revealing wisps of tenderness in his eyes at this moment. At that moment just now, Xue Jiao felt like she was about to collapse.

She was absolutely unwilling to watch Ai Lang die for herself, and when Liu Feng turned around and said the next sentence, I can't leave you again, Xue Jiao was even more cramped.

Because it is none of Liu Feng's business, it has nothing to do with him at all. In the Forgotten Land, it was he who made him lose his memory. But Xue Jiao could see that Liu Feng had been blaming himself for this.

He took all the sins on himself, and gave her the rest of the goodness. Fortunately, the holy sword suddenly appeared and escaped.

After Xue Jiao's tense heartstrings loosened slightly, she instantly felt a burst of rich divine light spreading out of her heart and spreading all over her body. Her consciousness gradually blurred, and her crystal eyes slowly closed and closed.

At this moment, more than forty Immortal Venerable Phantom powerhouses set off a violent hurricane and rushed in. If their Buddha-figures were to come together, it would be a force that could almost be said to be enough to destroy a plane.

Now in the land of gods, they are naturally at the pinnacle of the land of gods. The overwhelming force crushed, and the snow collapsed and cracked.

In an instant, he had already arrived in front of Liu Feng, and his figure dispersed, surrounding Liu Feng in groups. The fierce killing machine seemed to tear Liu Feng's body apart.

But today's Liu Feng is not a moment ago. His demeanor was calm, and his gaze indifferently swept over the phantoms of more than forty Immortal Venerables. If you talk about the deity, you are simply an ant to them, but now in the land of the gods, the effect is the opposite.

Shout!

The holy sword in Liu Feng's hand spread out a sharp sword light, and in the air of arrows, it was already attacking towards one of the Immortal Venerable Phantom powerhouses.

"Hurry up!"

The more than forty Immortal Venerable Phantom powerhouses were shocked to discover that the previous Nine Immortal Venerable Phantom Powers had been buried in the ice and snow by snowflakes.

One by one, their expressions were shocked, and their eyes subconsciously stared at the holy sword in Liu Feng's hand, and the brilliant and sacred sword light made people feel a tremor in their souls.

One by one, their figures flickered in an instant, and they quickly set up a lore array. The condensed power blasted towards Liu Feng like a roaring dragon.

Liu Feng's body suddenly erupted with terrifying and powerful power, and the fist shadow of his left hand floated, striking out in an instant, and there was a huge bang bang.

Facing the combined attack of more than forty Immortal Venerable Phantoms, Liu Feng not only did not dodge, but attacked head-on. He wanted to know how strong he was in the Land of the Gods.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, Liu Feng's figure was in the middle of the big array, and the powerful energy hit the lore array again and again, making the more than forty Immortal Venerable phantoms shocked.

"This ghost genius Liu Feng, when did he become so powerful?"

"Heavenly Demon is above, I'm afraid this kind of strength is comparable to our Lord Fengshen. ”

"Damn, has he been playing tricks on us, everyone, don't keep it, attack with all your might, we must not let the Snow God's inheritance ceremony be successfully completed!"

After communicating anxiously and quickly for a while, the Immortal Venerable Phantom Killing Array suddenly erupted into an even more ferocious and powerful attack.

There was a sudden long roar, and the sword walked away. Liu Feng also launched a fierce sword momentum at this moment, and the brilliant golden sword rays evolved into colorful clouds of swords containing destructive power on the glacier snow.

It's denser, sharper, more powerful, and more perfect than before. At the same time, the loud poetry also sounded in heaven and earth.

Shout!

The sword light broke through the sky, wanting to break through the cage of this formation, dancing in the sky alone with a sword, without wine but with the intention of drinking. Kendo is originally made out of nothing, and there is nothing in it.

As the martial arts master said, turning the infinite into the finite, and turning the limited into the infinite, is the highest state of martial arts. The same is true of the sword intent in Liu Feng's heart. A move rises, like a dragon dancing wildly, shocking all directions, with a sharp and sharp aura that pierces the sky.

was only a lore formation, and it was naturally stabbed out from above by Liu Feng. The white clothes melted into the snow, and the holy sword melted into the void. The sword is like silver, pouring the world.

The fierce sword intent covered down, as if covering thousands of miles, spreading the entire heaven and earth. There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape. The invincible sword light fell, and the hearts of more than forty Immortal Venerable Phantoms were all shocked.

The change in the situation came too suddenly, and the person who was originally chased and killed by himself and others and had no way out, turned around and made a gorgeous transformation, giving birth to the most terrifying genius in the land of the gods.

As his mind turned, more than forty Immortal Venerable Phantoms struggled to swing out the defensive treasure in their hands, condensing into a ball to block the earth-shattering sword.

The sharpness of the holy sword can tear through all defenses in the divine realm. The seemingly impregnable defense was now crushed by the swing of the sword.

Rumble!

There was a loud explosion, and in an instant, a part of the Immortal Venerable Phantom powerhouse spurted blood and retreated. The defense was shattered, and more than forty figures scattered in all directions, an unstoppable force.

At this moment, more than forty Immortal Venerable Phantom powerhouses were all dumbfounded, and their eyes were shocked and revealed more incredible.

They couldn't accept that a young genius could force himself and others into such a desperate situation. But Liu Feng didn't give them time to accept it, they would die if they accepted it, and they would die if they didn't accept it.

The phantom eyes of the many Demon Gate Immortal Venerables in front of him had almost lost their fighting intent, which was the best time for Liu Feng to kill. More than forty Immortal Venerable Phantom powerhouses are definitely an important force in the Demon Gate.

Their phantoms must be destroyed, and their deities must be damaged, thereby weakening the power of the Demon Gate.

When I thought of it, the sword had arrived, the colorful clouds bloomed in the snow, and the sword intent was brilliant and boundless.

Woohoo......

As pointed by the holy sword, there was an immortal phantom who died. In the blink of an eye, several Immortal Venerable Phantoms fell into the snow, blood staining the glacier red.

"Run, everyone!"

The rest of the Immortal Venerable Phantom powerhouses were on the verge of collapse, and at this moment, they didn't care about the so-called task at all, and it was more important than anything else to keep their phantoms.

It's just that this place is still in the Snow God Mountain Range, and there is a layer of confinement, and the ancestral land token in their hands is difficult to use, and they can only fly around now.

This is exactly what Liu Feng wants, and his favorite thing is to beat the water dogs. This group of demon guys has been chasing them for seven hundred miles like ghosts, and now it's time to collect debts.

The sword aura was full of energy, and the sword rays were everywhere, reaping the lives of the Immortal Venerable Phantoms like cutting through the grass mustard. If they are desperate to fight Liu Feng with all their might, they may also bring some trouble to Liu Feng.

But now that they are giving up resistance and fleeing one by one, this is like a living target in front of him, and Liu Feng naturally will not miss it.

After the Holy Sword recognized the master, the speed brought to Liu Feng was further improved, and it was destined that these Immortal Venerable Phantom powerhouses had no way to hide.

Woohoo......

The sword burst out, the poetry roared, and the power of the sword bloomed in an instant. The bodies that were running wildly fell straight down and fell to the ground in the snow, and the snowflakes were still flying in the sky.

Sonor!

The holy sword fell into the scabbard and entered Liu Feng's body with a wave of his hand. In an instant, the endless sword intent spreading across the heavens and the earth also disappeared completely.

Only the whirring cold wind was still stubbornly blowing past Liu Feng's side, and he couldn't invade this body desperately, so he could only turn around and blow into the distance.

The burial place of the half-hundred-year-old Immortal Venerable Phantom Powerhouse was soon covered by a thick layer of snow, leaving no trace of blood.

Under a dead branch, next to the beautiful ice sculpture, two smaller horned elephant beast kings guarded one left and one right.

Liu Feng waved two divine lights, took the two beast kings back, and stood in front of the beautiful ice sculpture. He looked through the crystal clear ice and snow and quietly looked at the peerless face with his beautiful eyes closed.

Her eyebrows were still slightly twisted, as if she was still worried about the situation outside before she fell asleep. Unconsciously, Liu Feng found that the heavy snow around him was falling more urgently, and the six-petal divine snow filled the sky and the earth, fluttering around.

Only the beautiful ice sculpture ten meters away, the center of the blizzard baptism, did not have half a snowflake penetrated.

The snow danced wildly between heaven and earth, and the cold wind howled, as if a vision of heaven and earth was waiting to be generated. Suddenly, Liu Feng raised his head, and in the depths of the firmament, bursts of divine patterns suddenly spread, diffusing with an incomparably sacred aura, spreading in all directions.

Swish!

A snow-white pillar of light fell from the sky and landed directly on the beautiful statue. The baptism of the heavens, the god of snow, one of the nine gods of antiquity, returns at this moment.

Liu Feng held his breath and slowly took a few steps back to ensure that it did not affect Xue Jiao, and at the same time, his divine sense spread all over the radius of ten miles to prevent any changes that might occur.

There was a melodious and quiet soul sound in the sky, and when the fairy sound fell, there was a flash of divine patterns, and the beautiful ice sculpture was gradually melting, and everything was moving towards success.