The heavy pressure was like a giant peak pressing on the top, oppressing Liu Feng to the point that he was almost out of breath, and when the last drop of sword power completely burst out, the power blocked Zhuge Xingyi's attack, Liu Feng gradually eased his breath, and the holy sword in his hand swung out, striving to break the enemy.

Heaven and earth are full of Zhuge Xingyi's fast sword, and the endless sword momentum is overwhelming in all directions, outlining the sword marks of various mysterious traces, like countless lightning bolts woven in the sky, like a giant spider web that wants to swallow Liu Feng.

Sword to sword, although the holy sword is the king of the sword, but Liu Feng's strength is inferior to Zhuge Xingyi after all, and at this moment he is even more suppressed by Zhuge Xingyi, if it were not for the last drop of sword power to support, Liu Feng may have already been wiped out under Zhuge Xingyi's strong attack.

The battle around the entire peak of Mount Tai seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the two camps faced each other, looking up at the top of their heads. When Liu Feng killed Yuwen Cang with one force, the impact on the Demon Gate was too great, so that it was defeated in one fell swoop, and their hope naturally fell on Zhuge Xingyi's body, eager to see that Sword Sect guy who meant evil being killed by Zhuge Xingyi.

They have indeed seen hope, the Demon Slayer Alliance led by the Sword Sect is all frowning, worried, in the current situation, Liu Feng is firmly suppressed and difficult to fight back, time is passing bit by bit, everyone knows in their hearts, Liu Feng's sword power can last for a limited time.

At this moment, everyone can only look forward to the fact that the sword power on Liu Feng's body still has more accumulation, so that there is room for counterattack. No one knew that this was Liu Feng's last drop of sword power. Only the little divine dragon faintly noticed it, his expression was solemn and grim at the moment, and he muttered in his mouth: "Why don't you make a move, why don't you make a move......

Woohoo......

The sword intent was all over the sky, Liu Feng gritted his teeth and persisted, his expression became more and more severe, the light of the holy sword had exploded to the extreme, but at this moment, Liu Feng clearly felt the gap between him and Zhuge Xingyi, it was not a drop of sword power that did not belong to his true strength that could be made up at all. Liu Feng had fought to the extreme, and the sword power in his body was gradually exhausted.

"Final blow!" Liu Feng's eyes suddenly burst out with a burst of ruthlessness, and his figure swept back for a distance, and the holy sword was raised high, causing ripples. The graceful fairy sound above the sky played, and a song of killing immortals was a wave of mountains and rivers.

Zhuge Xingyi raised his eyes, and a burst of blood-colored demonic energy gushed out from his eyes, and the divine sword in his hand wiped a burst of blood-red edge, and it rose up with a swish, bursting out with even more powerful power. He has also realized that this is Liu Feng's last fight.

"You don't stand a chance. Zhuge Xingyi's face showed a cold smile, and the sword qi swept out like lightning, and the powerful demonic qi spread out the song of mountain and flowing water, and the rumbling sound exploded one after another.

Bang!

The sword swung by Liu Feng disappeared, and the divine sword in Zhuge Xingyi's hand was raised sharply and pressed down.

Bang!

Liu Feng's figure shook back some distance. Zhuge Xingyi's divine sword rose again, and a large number of exclamations subconsciously resounded, and his complexion changed sharply.

"No sword power?" Ji Li Immortals and the others lost their temper one after another, and their faces turned pale, Liu Feng, who had no sword power to rely on, had no chance of winning against Zhuge Xingyi at all, and even said that there was no room for counterattack. However, at this moment, even if the Sword Sect camp was on the line, it would not be able to stop Zhuge Xingyi's pace at all.

Rumble!

Liu Feng was once again shocked back, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't you have the power of the sword?" Zhuge Xingyi sneered fiercely, as if the divine sword with lightning was filled with incomparably cold killing intent in an instant, and the divine sword was raised. In mid-air, Liu Feng held the sword horizontally, his eyes glanced at Zhuge Xingyi, his face was cold, and his eyes were as clear as a god without any hint of submission.

The aura of danger spread all over the sky, and at the last moment, a long howl came from far and near. The divine light in the sky folded up, and the light of colorful auspicious clouds appeared on the edge of the sky, and a black-robed masked body appeared, stepping into the air, and it seemed to be able to reach several miles in one step, and a breath had come to the top of Mount Tai from a very far distance, and the burly body exuded a powerful aura.

His eyes flashed away like lightning, but at this moment, Zhuge Xingyi's lightning-fast sword light was already extremely close to Liu Feng. Suddenly, the space around Liu Feng was violently distorted, and when Zhuge Xingyi's sword light covered it, Liu Feng's figure disappeared out of thin air.

In the next second, not far from the black-robed figure, the space suddenly folded and twisted, and Liu Feng's body appeared, and beside him was the little divine dragon. Using that unparalleled spatial attribute power, he rescued Liu Feng from Zhuge Xingyi's sword. Zhuge Xingyi's sword is fast, but the spatial attribute of the little divine dragon directly crosses the attribute of time faster.

"Minister Gao, I knew you wouldn't sit idly by. After Liu Feng's figure stabilized, he looked sideways at the black-robed masked man and smiled, the appearance of the ancestral god Gao Wanteng, Liu Feng's hanging heart finally slowly let go, the enemy in front of him was too strong, in Liu Feng's heart, in the earth's cultivation world's own camp, except for the ancestral god, only Liu Xianren could fight against it.

"Wow master!" Although the ancestral god Gao Wanteng didn't say a word, and the black robe was masked, the little divine dragon also recognized him for the first time: "Master, you are finally willing to make a move!"

"Is it him?" The Absolute Dust Immortal, who was seriously injured in the distance, instantly sensed the breath of the ancestral god, and it was with his own strength that he rescued the Sword Sect Sect Sect Sect Liu Feng from Tianmen Mountain under the noses of himself and Yu Wencang, and he was the strong man who shook himself back with unfathomable momentum at the gate of Nanming University in Qianzhong City a few days ago.

The eyes of the Peerless Great Immortal showed a touch of reverence, and the strong were qualified to be awe-inspired.

"Who are you?" Zhuge Xingyi sensed a mysterious aura from the body of the ancestral god Gao Wanteng.

Sou!

Gao Wanteng's body was condescending, and he arrived a hundred meters in front of Zhuge Xingyi, and his clear voice resounded throughout the world: "Kunlun Mountain, Ancestral God!" As soon as the words fell, Zhuge Xingyi and the pupils of the Absolute Dust Immortal in the distance shook almost at the same time.

"The heir of the ancestral vein of Kunlun Mountain?" the Absolute Dust Immortal blurted out, and his eyes were even more hot, the ancestral vein of Kunlun Mountain!

At this moment, Liu Feng's eyes also widened, and the words of the little princess Liu Ruomei naturally appeared in his mind, when he was looking for the Kunlun Heavenly Machine Mirror in Kunlun Mountain, Liu Feng had doubts that there was no cultivation sect in such a blessed land, and he learned from Liu Ruomei's mouth that Kunlun Mountain is a holy place in the hearts of all Yanhuang cultivators, because of the ancestral lineage.

A mysterious sect that existed before the appearance of Lord Ryujin, and many people even regard it as the origin of Yanhuang's cultivation. Therefore, although the mysterious ancestral lineage has disappeared for many years, many people still remember it in their hearts and regard it as a spiritual totem. Especially for some strong people who have survived for an incomparably long time, the word ancestral vein has a pivotal position in their hearts.

Today, the ancestral lineage has reappeared, which also means that the entire Yanhuang cultivation world has officially unified to fight against the Demon Gate.

Shout!

Zhuge Xingyi swiped the lightning sword in his hand, and his eyes burst out with a cold glow: "What about the ancestral vein? Today, I will let the people of the world see clearly, the strongest vein of Yanhuang is my Zhuge Sword Sect!"

The Ancestral God glanced at him: "What qualifications do you have to call yourself the Sword Sect?"

Liu Feng on the side nodded seriously: "The Sword Sect does not have such unscrupulous descendants. ”

The singing and harmony of the two suddenly made Zhuge Xingyi's eyes rise with a fierce killing machine, and he no longer spoke, and the lightning sword broke out of the air, directly taking the ancestral god Gao Wanteng. The appearance of the ancestral god gave him an invisible pressure, and he wanted to verify with his own hands how strong the ancestral god was in front of him.

Woohoo......

Beyond the boundaries of lightning, incredibly fast. Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and the heavens and the earth were covered with sword marks. An ancient and strange divine weapon appeared in the hand of the ancestral god, like a knife and not a sword, like a sword and not a sword, containing an incomparably powerful aura, and with a shake of his arm, he turned into a heavy illusory shadow in an instant.

Zhuge Xingyi's pupils shook slightly, it was a real body, not a phantom. Because the speed of the ancestral god is so fast, so fast that it feels like it's just a heavily folded shadow.

"In terms of speed, it is also what Minister Gao is good at. Liu Feng muttered to himself, sat cross-legged on the spot, and adjusted his injuries after taking a elixir.

"This is a duel between speeds!" Liu Feng remembered that in Tianmen Mountain, the ancestral god Gao Wanteng took himself with one hand, and he could easily shake off the joint pursuit of Yuwen Cang and the Peerless Immortal, his speed was also beyond the ordinary peerless powerhouse of the same level, a speed duel!

Bang bang bang......

The sky seems to be an innumerable phantom, the sound of violent collision is like a firecracker, in just one breath the two sides have been in contact with each other for many rounds, the entire sky above the top of Mount Tai, the sword intent is shining. At this moment, everyone below was stunned, this was a speed beyond their imagination.

At this moment, even the Ji Li Immortal and even the Absolute Dust Immortal who had been injured were extremely difficult to clearly capture the specific traces of the two of them. Not to mention the rest of the factions or the powerhouses of the Demon Gate, they could only see a large area of various lights shining, and the sound of the collision of divine weapons in their ears became more and more crisp.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The sound was shocking, and everyone couldn't tell which one had the upper hand, just stared up, waiting for the final victory. The battle between Zhuge Xingyi and the ancestral gods will determine the final outcome of this decisive battle on Mount Tai today. Everyone is eager to win, and everyone is eager to live and stand on the top of Mount Tai.

"Zhuge God King will definitely win!" the Demon Gate prayed secretly.

"How can there be a reason why a master can't win?" The little divine dragon had extremely strong confidence in the ancestral god, his eyes glancing at the battle above, his eyes constantly flashing with bursts of divine light. Suddenly, the little divine dragon seemed to sense a strange aura descending from the depths of the firmament, and the little divine dragon raised his head and frowned, revealing incomprehension and doubt.