Wan Yan Feng held the broadsword in his hand, Huo Ran soared, and the purple light blocked in front of him, and those sword shadows seemed to be a little afraid of it, and had no choice but to retreat. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And at this moment, a wisp of breeze blew across Yan Feng's face, this is a very ordinary majesty, but, in the blink of an eye, it was fused, and the indescribable sharp edge qi.

A strong wind with a shocking edge blew from the sky above the temple, and countless fallen leaves tumbled out of a path to avoid it.

When Yan Feng came back to his senses, a figure seemed to be strolling leisurely......

It's just that in an instant, he has already crossed in front of him, and his negative hand stands in front of Wan Yan Feng. However, the strong wind blew, and the supreme body technique on the person who came had calmed down the breeze, but the sword shadows around him were still swaying, as if they were still emitting a sharp momentum and fear.

"Poor Dao Chief, no! I should call you Yuan Tiangang, right? Are you finally willing to come out?"

The surrounding airflow finally slowly calmed down, the breath that came to the body was gradually converging, the fallen leaves returned to calm, their faces gradually became clearer, and a sentence was softly spit out: "You have to spare people and spare people! Ghosts, you should stop!"

Seeing the person's appearance clearly, Wan Yanfeng narrowed his eyes, the person's body exuded wisps of invisible sword intent fluctuations, the slanted sword eyebrows, the slender black eyes, the thin and lightly pursed lips, and the mysterious masculine temperament exuded by his whole person. A tall body, strong legs, tangled arms, and bulging strong chest muscles.

The most obvious thing about this man in front of him was his arm, and on his left hand was two heavy iron rings, wrapped in a layer of chains that he knew. The rings and chains were carved with ancient runes, but the chains that wrapped around his arms were broken, and his arms were white......

"Why do you want to stand with me?" Wan Yanfeng smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and the hideous and terrifying look on his face quickly turned calm.

"The last wisp of your soul should also disappear, come out of his body!" Yiqi's eyes were calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation

"Disappear, don't forget, you are also a person cursed by ghosts and gods, why can you become a sword god and walk in the void of time, I can't do it!" I don't accept it!" Wan Yan Feng shouted angrily, and the red evil qi around his body turned into a hideous and terrifying skeleton, and then swept outward......

There are some such people. Whether they have a weak heart or a missing leg, they will not give in under any conditions and move forward bravely towards their specific goals.

In the same way, even if the hand holding the weapon becomes distorted, it will not succumb to fate, but will work harder to refine the weapon. Among them, he has reached the limit in his realm, which is called "Sword God".

"Don't succumb to the obstruction of ghosts and gods, and cultivate your sword as always, isn't this the limit of martial arts?" Yi Poor groaned, and then his gaze flashed a trace of fierceness, and he didn't move in place, and suddenly disappeared.

......

"Whew..."

Suddenly, a strong wind raged, and clouds gathered in the sky, obscuring the sun's rays and darkening the heavens and the earth......

"Boom!"

Thunder exploded on the horizon. The terrifying thunder and lightning tore apart the sky, illuminating the dim sky and earth as if it were day.

The sound of thunder shook the earth. The dark clouds above the sky became thicker and thicker, and the whole thing seemed to be shrouded in evil demonic energy.

The sky dome was even more glittering, exuding a strong momentum, and this vision alarmed countless people.

The two figures swept quickly, and the invisible momentum was shocked, turning into countless lightning and thunder, and then the two fell to the ground again, and the powerful air pressure was like a landslide and the earth cracked.

"If you want to suppress me, don't think about it!

Wan Yan Feng roared again and again!!

"I can't help you!" A poor pair of eyes turned cold, he suddenly turned into a strong light, and the wind pressure brought by the flying giant sword whistled by, shaking Yan Feng's eardrum with a faint pain, and the sharp murderous aura brushed over his skin, like a steel knife. It seems that this power can still be felt from a distance, and this powerful sword technique is breathtaking!

Of course, Wan Yan Feng was not to be outdone, blood mist began to erupt on his body, his eyes turned that terrifying crimson, on his right hand, he held a heavy purple giant sword, and in his left hand, he held a streamer starfall, and the red evil qi swirling on the blade of the sword.

"Boom!!"

Intense bursts of light collided, and several large cracks spread out of the ground with a rumbling sound.

"You are just a wisp of soul, not my opponent!" A poor man fell to the ground, but Wan Yanfeng was half-squatting on the ground, panting heavily, and blood stains were flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he was still unwilling in his heart.

"Phantom Sword Dance!" "Poor and unhurried, calm, the sword in his hand became more fierce in an instant, dozens of fierce sword qi stayed in mid-air for a moment, and then with his last violent swing, several sword qi roared and stabbed, the sword light flashed, and the surrounding air thundered and deafened.

Wan Yan Feng's expression changed drastically, he subconsciously turned his mind around, stood up suddenly, and the giant sword instantly slashed out a brilliant sword light, and the red qi blade swept out, scattering the entire several sword qi with a bang.

Hmm? Yiqi frowned and looked at Wan Yan Feng, but his face returned to calm. At this time, Wan Yan Feng, although he was still holding the giant sword and the Meteorfall, his face had become extremely pale, and sweat gradually fell from his forehead like rain.

Immediately, he raised his hand again, and another sword qi shot out rapidly, hitting the sword body that was blocking in front of Yan Feng.

A huge force surged, Wan Yanfeng screamed, was lifted up, lifted off the ground, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Ahem!" With Yan Feng's light cough, he glanced at Yi Yi Poor weakly, and then his evil qi drifted away, and his body trembled and fell asleep.

After a turn of his clothes, he returned to the appearance of the fairy wind bone, and then his eyes fell on Wan Yan Feng's neck, and finally sighed, this is a spell mark that is difficult to unravel, and there is no way, since the seal is unable to escape the doom of losing the ghost god.

"I wanted to stop it again and again, that is, I didn't want you to live as painfully as me, but fate can't be changed by anyone......"