As soon as the thought arose, there was a throbbing.

Although the old man did not fight back, he revealed a murderous intent that filled his pupils at the moment he raised his head, revealing his fierce appearance, like a peerless demon, his eyes were like electricity, and in an instant, he passed through thousands of sword qi and nailed directly to the door in front of him.

Feng Qingyang's heart trembled, his fingertips moved, and a black rune came out of his fingers, expanding his whole body under the rotation, and after he withdrew backwards, it was like a smart little dragon, slowly spinning!

This is the first time that Feng Qingyang has used a Dao that is not his own comprehension, and it is not a thing that is in the palm realm, and this Dao seems to be beyond everyone's understanding.

The black runes swirled, and eight small black runes were derived, and between the raised hands, they followed his fingertips, and immediately covered his whole body, enveloping him tightly.

The original spell powerhouse controlled his body, but did not close his senses, and finally injected the power of the spell into his body, so now it is not a little jerky, on the contrary, he can feel the spell seed in his body jumping excitedly.

"If you follow me, you may still grow, but if you become my enemy, I will destroy you!" The wind cleared and said in a deep voice, and his body sank down between retreats, breaking away from the lock of the Blood Dance Demon Sword, but his eyes were extremely determined, looking at the magic sword deadly.

He knew that this was a demonic thing, and if it was controlled by outsiders, he didn't know how many people would be killed or injured, and if he brought it with him, he might be able to control his demonic nature.

The important thing is that this sword is a spirit!

A magic sword with independent will, its danger is no less than the power of a transformation realm that has fallen into the demon path, and then look at this old man, his eyes are red, and his face is full of fierceness, in addition to his own state of mind, he is affected by this so-called blood dance magic sword.

As he spoke, he pinched his hands, his soul shook, and a trace of soul-devouring thought wrapped around his fingertips, and he ran towards the magic sword in the old man's hand with a roar.

The old man ignored his movements, as if he didn't believe that he could take it away from his hands, and just as his soul touched the magic sword, a powerful backlash came.

It was not only the old man's spell, but also the resistance of the Blood Dance Demon Sword, perhaps because it felt the clear wind of the demon heart, so it was even more frightened, and it violently shook in the old man's hands.

If an ordinary power pokes out the divine soul to erase the mark above, I am afraid that it will be swallowed by this magic sword in an instant, but when the wind is clear, it can be regarded as unlucky.

In addition to Feng Qingyang's own strong will, there is also soul devouring help in it, and this magic sword has spiritual intelligence, which makes Feng Qingyang's oppressive power even stronger.

The violent vibration of the Blood Dance Demon Sword fell in the eyes of the old man of this Transformation Dao Realm, but it was a big surprise to him, this abnormality was clearly a harbinger that could be taken away, thinking of this, he could no longer stabilize his heart.

Instead, his mind moved, and the evil qi on his body swept through the void, and in an instant, he dispersed the divine soul that Feng Qingyang poked out, but he ignored one point, the divine soul can be blocked, but if it is a soul devouring soul and consciousness devouring soul?

"Take my magic sword, you are looking for death!"

The disbelief in the old man's eyes flashed, and in his opinion, Feng Qingyang was tantamount to looking for death, and with a move in his mind, he controlled the Blood Dance Demon Sword and waved it forward.

The murderous intent that erupted with this wave actually alarmed the Quartet in an instant, and even the Holy Emperor who was fighting with another powerful emperor turned his head under this murderous intent and looked at the old man of the royal family who had fallen into a rampage in surprise.

This is so strong, even he has to avoid its edge, and he doesn't dare to touch it lightly, and the wind in the center of the battlefield is clear and clear, and it is under the lock of this magic sword, and it is forbidden.

"Stubborn!"

Although so, he was not surprised, if it was so easy to deal with, then the other party's cultivation was probably Xibei goods, the wind was clear and not afraid of anti-joy, so he could take the opportunity to check the power of this magic sword.

The old man swiped with his sword, extinguishing the power of the demon that surrounded his body, and then moved forward one step after another, without any fancy, just staring at the wind Qingyang, raising his hand, and slashing down, with a touch of anger and hatred, and a deep immortality!

If it weren't for the clear wind, the Wang family would have broken through the Qian family's defenses, and if it weren't for the Holy Prince, they wouldn't have been in a stalemate here for so long.

Not only that, the arrival of Feng Qingyang, with its domineering power, has planted a demon in the hearts of many royal monks, and this demon is nothing else, but Feng Qingyang itself.

If the wind is clear and does not die, they will never be able to break through, how can he swallow this breath of hatred?

The magic sword swung and the sword qi was volleyed in the air, and just as the shop was on the surface, Feng Qingyang retreated sharply backwards, and at the same time, his hands kept pinching the seal, and countless runes flashed on his body.

"Curse!"

As soon as the two words came out, the largest rune on his body instantly transformed, and a huge skull appeared in the void, and his cold and empty gaze swept in all directions, just one glance made everyone in the Quartet tremble in their hearts, and they trembled unconsciously.

The aura emitted by this skeleton was so strange that they didn't know how to resist, and the power of the curse not only fought against the magic sword, but also eroded everyone's hearts.

The old man's brows furrowed, his pupils shrunk, and the methods and supernatural powers displayed by Feng Qingyang were more and more surprising each time, and he didn't even believe that a person could be proficient in so many supernatural powers.

The unwilling thoughts finally converged on the magic sword, causing it to burst out with a demonic aura that seemed to come from thousands of years ago, and as soon as this demonic aura came out, it immediately extinguished the aura of curse.

The void was visible, the surrounding layers were shattered, and inch by inch fell into nothingness, and with the slash of the Blood Dance Demon Sword, an unparalleled impact force was born, cutting through the defenses on his body.

The armor was shattered, but the sword qi broke through the defense, injured the flesh, and hit the bones violently, at that moment, I remembered countless broken sounds in my ears, and it seemed that the whole body was broken inch by inch under this sword.

Under this impact, Feng Qingyang's body rolled backwards, like a broken line of wind Qingyang, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, Zi Ah flew backwards for thousands of feet.

Although the magic sword is domineering, it has a strong sense of backlash, and everyone has never seen it, but Feng Qingyang found that the old man's hand holding the sword trembled at the moment of flying upside down, and his face was pale at random, although it disappeared in a flash, it was still captured by him.

Obviously, this sword is not owned by him, although he has the title of Blood Dance Demon Lord, but most of it is because of the magic sword in his hand, the more so, the stronger Feng Qingyang's desire to get the magic sword is.

"The wind is clear, today next year will be your death day!" The old man's expression was a little hideous, perhaps because of the backlash, the demonic aura on his body was even stronger, looking at the wind Qingyang who slowly rose up from the void, the corners of his mouth suddenly cracked and he roared bloodthirsty.

ps: There are two more more, dizzy today, so the yard is a little slow, sorry.