At this moment, from Ji Fei's left hand, a billowing black mist filled the air, and inside, the demon vine void danced wildly, like Medusa's beautiful hair, although it was beautiful, but every one of it was deadly!

Whoosh - the sound of breaking the sky is endless.

At this moment, after devouring Ji Fei's wireworms, the blood swordsman smiled, pinched his hands with both hands, and waved his big hand, and suddenly the bloodthirsty ghost moth in the sky came to his face.

Ji Fei's face was extremely cold.

"Kill—"

The Shura Demon Vine in the void rolled wildly, spreading continuously, and in an instant, it rushed into the ghost mist, only to hear a loud crackling sound, and one by one the vulnerous ghost moths fell from the void.

On the Blood Sea Bridge, the Blood Swordsman's face showed a hint of jealousy.

"Go!" He clicked the blood sword in his hand, and suddenly a blood shot towards Ji Fei's throat like a rainbow.

Seeing this, Ji Fei only sneered.

"Vine Demon Realm!"

Ji Fei pinched the trick with one hand, and the spiritual power in his whole body gushed towards his left arm like a tide.

The Shura Demon Vine continues to spread, breaking through the air!

Behind the Blood Sea Bridge, the shadow of Wutianbao loomed.

With Ji Fei's roar, suddenly this piece of void was chaotic, completely chaotic.

The ground cracked, and the Shura Demon Vine strung out from the ground, whether it was in the void or on the ground, the shadow of the Shura Demon Vine was everywhere.

"Vine Demon Realm?!" The blood swordsman's eyes became more and more solemn, and he looked at Ji Fei with great jealousy.

Boom...

At this moment, in the distance, the sky above Wutian Castle was covered with a layer of black oppressive shadows, and if you looked closely, it was an inverted net formed by the intertwined and terrifying Shura Demon Vines.

"What? It's through the River of Blood? It's impossible!"

The Blood Swordsman looked at Ji Fei with great jealousy.

"You've lost!" Ji Fei said.

Immediately, he stepped into the void, headed towards the Blood Sea Bridge, and passed by the Blood Swordsman.

The Blood Swordsman held the Blood Sword tightly, and after a few breaths, he suddenly let go.

"Come on, but I have something I want to tell you, old castle master, you can't kill!"

"Hmph-" A smile appeared on the corner of Ji Fei's mouth.

Wutianbao killed Jianchen, hatred has accompanied Ji Fei for hundreds of years, he is alive just to wait for his own hands to slaughter Wutian's head, at this time to say that Wutian can't be killed, it is really ridiculous and ridiculous!

The blood swordsman looked at Ji Fei's lonely back, and the blood sword in his hand was held a little tighter, but after a few breaths, he suddenly loosened.

"Castle master, weishenme I am not qualified enough, this truth, I finally understand... weishenme, you will choose him!"

"Since you chose him, me and the Cold Sword Goshawk also lost, this choice, we admit it..."

......

Wutian Fort!

Ji Fei took one step at a time and walked towards Wutian Castle.

Every time he took a step, the bitterness and bitterness lingered in his heart, and his mood could not be calm.

Hundreds of years - if it is a mortal, three lives and three lives are enough!

Hatred made Ji Fei rise from the Jindan stage to the Yuan infant stage.

Now...

Standing under Wutian Castle, how could Ji Fei not be in a complicated mood.

The scenes of the past and Jianchen together, like slides, slowly glided by, and every time they touched, they were dripping with blood.

"Wutian—"

Ji Fei's eyes were scarlet, and he roared angrily, shaking through the entire pitch-black Wutian Castle.

Wutian Fort is in the Death Swamp, the surroundings are extremely dark and cold, the light cannot penetrate, coupled with the existence of the Skeleton Tower and the Blood Sea Bridge, the aura of this place is almost suffocating!

In the entire Wutian Castle, there is a dark and strange feeling everywhere.

Crunch-Wutian Fort, the vicissitudes of life and bloodstained stone door slowly opened, and it was pitch black inside.

Light can't be reflected, nothing can be seen clearly.

This door has been closed for hundreds of years.

Since Wutian returned from injury in Sword Forge City, for hundreds of years, the killers of Wutian Fort have kept a low profile and died dead in the Cangming Sea.

"You... It's coming..."An incomparably weakened divine consciousness came out of the Wutian Castle.

This divine sense was so weakened that Ji Fei would not have been able to feel it if it weren't for this empty Wutian Castle.

Ji Fei's expression was shocked, this divine consciousness is Wutian.

"Wutian, you really aren't dead!"

In order to take revenge, he was really afraid that Wutian would die in advance, you must know that hundreds of years ago, Wutian was already lifeless, and he couldn't live anymore.

However, the old man still held on for hundreds of years and waited for Ji Fei to take revenge!

Dangdang...

In the empty and cold hall, the sound of Ji Fei's footsteps echoed.

In the gloomy Wutian Fort hall, there is no trace of vitality, no other existence, which can hide Ji Fei's divine sense, only Wutian is alone.

"Old man... I've been waiting for you for too long..."

Not long after, Ji Fei had already come to the front of Wutian.

The black sky in his eyes is described as withered, his hair is white, and he is scattered, and he is almost finished.

Goosebumps, it is said that it is the current Wutian, is this still the Wutian of a generation of killer supreme, who created Wutian Fort with iron and blood?

"Hey...... Woo..."

Wutian's mouth emitted a sound that seemed to be laughing but not crying, and it reverberated quietly in the hall of this Wutian Castle, which was extremely weird.

"In this life, the old man has three regrets!" As if returning to the light, the voice of the dark sky in the darkness suddenly became several times louder than before.

"You say, it's not too late to kill you after that!" Ji Fei's expression was cold, looking at Wutian.

He was leaning back in the chaise longue, covered in black-striped animal skins, but his whole body was still shivering coldly.

Although this person is already dying, his eyes, even if they look at it, will never be forgotten!

It's not a yin owl, but a killer's unique temperament.

Wutian can be called a generation of heroes.

"One ......" Wutian's voice was slow.

"About... Dark Dagger ......"

In the empty hall, only Ji Fei stood in front of an old man who was dying and dying, but no one could doubt the terrifying energy contained in his body.

The hero, especially the killer supreme like Wu Tian, when he was dying, his loneliness was unimaginable for ordinary monks.

"The Dark Dagger... After the old man got it... Since the establishment of Wutianbao, it has never cracked it... The secret..."

"This is a hateful thing!"

"What about the second?" Ji Fei said, the dark dagger he knew in his own heart, even if Wutian was dying, he would not tell Wutian.

However, in front of Ji Fei, what is even more mysterious is no longer the Dark Dagger, but the Heaven-Defying Divine Tree.

"Second...... Although the old man has killed countless people... The skull towers and the Blood Sea Bridge are proof of that......! Uh, the old man didn't look for the next generation of successors for Wutianbao......"

"In Wutian Castle, there are many talents!"

"Hmph," the old man snorted, "they have killer methods, and they are ruthless enough, but they are a little bit ......"

"What?" Ji Fei was also very curious about this mysterious killer organization.

"Luck and courage!"

Ji Fei was puzzled and looked at the old man Wutian.

Wu Tian exhaled slowly, straightened out the breath in his chest, and said after a long time: "They... Killing too many people, assassinating one person, and being able to come back alive consumes luck, and now he can cultivate to reach the late stage of the Yuan Infant... It's the extreme... And the number of gases is exhausted—"

"Spirit...?" Wu Tian shook his head, "A killer who only knows assassination, what kind of courage can he talk about?"

Ji Fei sneered, "Then who is the courage?"

"You're good......"

When Ji Fei heard this, he immediately sneered, he had countless monks who had died in the shadows, and he even took it as his responsibility to be the master of the Yin Division, and only wanted to save his confidante, what kind of courage could he talk about?

"Eyes are level, eyes are like torches, and when you speak, your voice is like thunder, this is your spirit..."

"What about the third?"

"These three have a little connection with you!"

"And me?" Ji Fei was stunned, "You don't mean that you let me grow up and didn't kill me, right?"

Wu Tian smiled and shook his head lightly.

"Third, the old man killed Jianchen by mistake..."

Wutian's words can be said to touch the deepest pain in Ji Fei's heart.

His figure flashed, and he had already come to the front of Wutian, and a dark dagger appeared in his hand, "If you say it again, I will use this dark dagger to cut off your head myself!"

"The old man has had countless blood in his life... But it has never been stained with women's blood, and Jianchen is the first. ”

With a burst of blood, Ji Fei cut off one of Wutian's meridians.

"You're damned!"

"It is the fate of the old man to be able to die under the dark dagger......" Wu Tian gasped, his eyes were full of surprise and joy, and he was extremely bland.

"Kill me... Become the lord of this fort!"

With a snap, the old man Wutian actually grabbed Ji Fei's wrist, and there was no temperature on his dry, cold and old arm like tree bark.

He said this, and Ji Fei was taken aback.

"Are you kidding?" Ji Fei sneered.

Snort-The old man moved, and suddenly a dark dagger pierced his throat.

"Kill me, you are the new castle master of Wutian Castle!"

This happened very suddenly.

Slowly, Wu Tian's body began to become transparent, and he actually disappeared into the void of heaven and earth.

This is the way of death.

The Dark Dagger, in Ji Fei's hand, was stained with blood.

"It's... Is it revenge?"

Ji Fei couldn't understand what Wutian had done.

Wutian is indeed dead, dead clean!