The sword aura was monstrous, terrifying the world, and shocked all the monks in the Immortal Mountain.

Looking up at the sky, what caught his eye was the blood-colored star behind the sword marks.

The cracks in the sky were pitch black, and the blood-colored star flew towards Sirius at high speed like a hideous fang.

Even though the distance was incomparably far away, the murder emanating from it caused Sirius to fuse, and even the sun hanging high in the sky appeared a scarlet color.

Countless monks trembled under this killing intent, their faces turned pale, and their eyes were as confused as lambs.

After just a few breaths, the sword marks on the heavenly dome disappeared, the incomparably black cracks healed, and the blood-like Great Sun slowly returned to normal.

Looking into the distance, a frost appeared on the verdant forests of Bulao Mountain, and the entire mountain seemed to be swept by a cold current.

The verdant mountains and forests are now like ice crystals flashing, and the mountains are dead.

At this time, the foot that Feng Wuxian had just taken was hanging high, and under his feet was the first stone step of the Void Breaking Realm.

But he didn't put his feet on it, but stood on the stone steps of the peak of Yuanying with a solemn face, and a trace of cyan sword intent flashed in his eyes.

His handsome cheeks twitched slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of struggle in his eyes.

It was a long time before he let out a long sigh.

"Now that the Sunset Continent is now the only one of my Sword Sects, the Immortal Mountain, which has been inherited for thousands of years, is it impossible to interrupt it in my hands?"

"That blood-red star must be the skyfall star used to cross the stars mentioned in the classics, its shape is afraid of a hundred miles, and it must not be available to the Shura clan, is it really for the ancient demons suppressed in the demon cave!"

"Now I can only scatter the elites of the Sword Sect to all sides, so that I can leave some fire for my Flying Immortal Sword Sect in the future."

At this time, a cold light flashed in his eyes, looking at the countless disciples who were constantly moving forward in the immortal ladder.

"My sword cultivation has never been afraid of sacrifice, even if all the disciples left behind have fallen, as long as the spark is not extinguished, one day, my Flying Immortal Sword Sect will still be able to rise."

Having made up his mind, he respectfully bowed deeply to the Sword Pavilion above the top, and said in his mouth: "Now that the Shura alien race is about to descend, the younger disciples implore the spirit of the Sword Pavilion to pass on the elite of my Sword Sect to other continents, so as to leave some fire for my Sword Sect."

With a wave of his cyan robe, dozens of silky sword intent floated down on the dozens of disciples in the Immortal Ladder.

This is the person he designated, every silky sword intent contains his understanding of the wind intent, when these disciples break through to the Yuan Infant in the future, they will definitely be able to comprehend this sword intent.

The sword pavilion at the top of the Immortal Mountain roared, and a figure like Lin Fan appeared in front of Feng Wuxi.

The sword intent in his eyes was monstrous, and a battle intent came out of his body.

"Why isn't there such a person?"

The illusory finger was raised, pointing to Lin Fan, who was standing on the stone steps of the foundation building realm below.

Feng Wuji's face was a little ugly, Lin Fan had outstanding talent and extraordinary potential, how could he not know.

It's just that now he is being topped by the mountain lord of Wolong Mountain, and now the Shura clan is coming, which makes him ruthless and not regarded as a fire.

"This son Lin Fan, for the half-demon, outstanding talent, but unfortunately he is the same as his father, for my Flying Immortal Sword Sect Demon Cave this generation of guards, the Demon Cave is passed down from generation to generation, I Flying Immortal Sword Sect ancestral training, the Demon Cave is alive in the town, the Demon Cave is dead and dead, I don't have eyes, it is difficult for the ancestors!"

The sword spirit who turned into Lin Fan's eyes was cold and ruthless, and he stared at the pupils of Feng Wuxi.

"Even if I am the guardian of the Demon Cave, I should live and die with my Sword Sect, but why can I feel your faint murderous aura towards him in you?"

Feng Wuji's face turned pale, and he bowed his head and replied respectfully: "It's not that I have killing intent towards him, only forced by the situation, now my sword sect is in danger like a chicken egg, and I am still terrifying, but the realm of that demon dragon is extremely high, and I can't compete with it!"

"I see, do you know why it is difficult for even a Void Breaking Monk to appear after 10,000 years of my Sword Sect?"

Feng Wuxian looked at the sword spirit with a questioning face, and said with a blushing face: "It's all because of my low talent that makes my sword sect weak to this point!"

The sword spirit sighed in the sky, looked at Feng Wuxian and said in a deep voice: "It's not that you are so talented, but the essence of the ancient demons suppressed in the demon cave is declining, and you can't let the immortal mountain be full of vitality, now the ancient demon essence in the demon cave is lost, there is only endless abuse, as the guard of the demon cave, in fact, he is using his own life to suppress that trace of monstrous abuse, since three thousand years, the weakness of my sword faction lies here, but it is a pity that the generations of demon cave guards all died young, speaking of which, it is my Flying Immortal Sword Sect that is worthy of them."

Feng Wuxian looked at the sword spirit with a sad face, and asked cautiously, "Your consciousness is that Lin Fan can also be evacuated as a fire?"

The sword spirit shook his head lightly, looking at Lin Fan's face with regret.

"That is, this generation of guards, when living and dying with the demon cave, this is the ancestral training can be changed by non-me, but those demon clans with ill intentions dare to deceive me No one in the sword sect, should let it have a long memory, you know, my human race and the demon clan have signed an ancient covenant in front of the demon clan as eternal friends."

A cold light flashed in the sword spirit's eyes, and he raised his hand and swiped lightly in the mid-air sky.

The void boiled like water, and countless chaotic ripples splashed in all directions.

In the void, dozens of figures fell out like dumplings, appearing in front of the sword spirit in embarrassment.

These people, dressed in different clothes and with frightened faces, looked at the sword spirits with murderous intent and lowered their heads.

Ignoring these monks whose aura was as high as the Yuan Infant, the sword spirit stared at a void.

"Aren't the demon clans all domineering? Why are you actually making a lock turtle now, and I can't invite you out in person?"

After speaking, the illusory hand of the sword spirit pointed to a void, and a trace of golden sword qi instantly disappeared into the void.

The sword qi that penetrated through the air in front of many monks pierced a pitch-black spatial rift.

A metallic clash rang out through the void, and a large bulge appeared in the air.

Cracks appeared on the bulging surface like a ball, rippling in all directions, and the messy wind shot out in the void pierced by the sword qi.

The bulbous bulge slowly faded, but resurfaced after a few breaths.

This was repeated three times, and the cracked ball finally burst.

An illusory figure stepped out of a dark spatial rift.

He was tall, dressed in a blue robe, and his supreme majesty was full of anger on his cheeks.

A pair of clenched fists trembled a little at this time, and on the back of the hand covered with golden dragon scales, a drop of bright red blood appeared.

He looked at the sword spirit who despised him, and roared angrily: "You don't want to start a war with my dragon clan because you don't want to be so hospitable to your guests?"

The sword spirit with a face like Lin Fan, chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully: "Ten thousand years ago, without the protection of my human race, those earth snakes in Wolong Mountain would have been swallowed by the demon clan a long time ago, how can they dare to call themselves dragon clans now? Could it be that there are so many real dragons that they can't appear all over the world?"

"You!you!you!"

Looking at the middle-aged man in a green shirt with an excited face, the sword spirit flicked his fingers, and the incomparably amazing sword qi flashed.

"The dragon is the head of all beasts. Tiger beard and iguana. The body is as long as a snake, with scales like a fish, with horns like a deer, with claws like an eagle, can walk, can fly, can pour water, can turn over rivers and seas, swallow wind and spit fog, clouds and rain, I wonder if you have anything similar to it?".

The middle-aged man, his face was blushing, and he couldn't talk to himself.