At this moment, the middle-aged fists were clenched, the blood-colored thunder was constantly flickering on the fists, looking domineering and demonic, the rolling power was churning in his body, and an extremely huge air pressure emanated from the middle-aged body, filling the entire sky.

Tightening his trembling fingers, Xiang Yingfeng looked at the middle-aged man, revealing a cold smile. The punch before middle age has completely reminded Xiang Yingfeng, no matter what means the middle age uses to greatly increase his strength, there is no doubt that he already has the qualifications to fight with him.

When this powerful coercion swept over the entire Wind Sand Castle, and even spread towards the entire Nine Mountains City, the people of Nine Mountains City were shocked, and countless people looked at the middle-aged man with scars on his face with surprised eyes, and all kinds of thoughts rolled in their hearts, and the reason of the past seemed to be shattered by this stormy message.

The middle-aged body moved, and it had already appeared above Xiang Yingfeng's head, and the majestic red thunder condensed above his fists, and the thunder flickered like a wave, turning into a piece and crowding towards Xiang Yingfeng.

With a flick of the scimitar, the sharp blade slashed through the air, pulling up a sound like tearing cloth.

The next moment, the ghostly sword rays actually pierced through the void and appeared directly in front of the middle-aged fists.

The two forces collided violently together, and suddenly the thunder between heaven and earth rang out as if hundreds of millions of birds were chirping at the same time. The red thunderclouds in the sky exploded, enveloping the sword in it, constantly wearing out its sharpness.

"Kill the mountains and cut the sea!"

At this time, Xiang Yingfeng swung another knife, and behind him, it seemed that a mountain had collapsed, and the boulders and dirt that had collapsed from the mountain seemed to be able to block the sea.

Killing the sky, killing the earth, and killing the mountain, these are all moves in Xiang Yingfeng's Seven Killing Sword Technique, and each move has an indescribable terrifying power.

In the face of such a terrifying move by Xiang Yingfeng, the middle-aged fist momentum remained unchanged, and the fist style became even more aggressive.

"Descend the clutches!"

The wind that rolled up in the desert gradually merged with the red thunder, and finally the two turned into a huge palm. The weird red thunder rendered the palm of the hand into a bloody hand, and the bloody hand came into the world, but it suppressed one side.

The sword of the collapsing giant peak collided with the bloody hand, met in midair, and then exploded.

Xiang Yingfeng's eyes were cold and cold, and in the face of the sudden surge of power in middle age, he had put away all his underestimates, but he still underestimated middle age and looked down on himself.

The middle-aged palm burst out, and the rolling red thunder did not pause at all, and that unparalleled momentum could simply transcend all the restraints.

The giant peak was not only collapsed, but also shattered under the tyranny of the red thunder, and the blade that originally collapsed the giant peak was torn and shattered by the red thunder. Red thunder is like thousands of acres of flood water, pouring down from top to bottom, and it will completely submerge Xiang Yingfeng.

In the face of such a fierce attack by the middle-aged, Xiang Yingfeng did not dodge, the scimitar in his hand was finally held steadily, and he stood there silently with both hands holding the hilt.

Then three knives in succession, he was slashed out by Xiang Yingfeng.

"Kill the sea endlessly!"

"Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill!"

"Kill and slaughter!"

Three slashes in one, a scene of destruction and destruction, instantly imprinted in the sky.

The huge sea engulfs everything, all living beings are extinct, everything is dark, and the city full of corpses is stained red with blood, which makes people unbearable to look at directly.

The three destructive sword lights tore the Red Thunder Waterfall apart in an instant, and in the alternation of sword lights, the red thunder was almost cut off.

The thunder and lightning at the feet of the middle-aged man were stunned and frowned.

The violent attack just now has consumed a lot of the strength in his body, and now his strength has declined a little, and in the face of Xiang Yingfeng's attack, he has lost his huge strength to rely on, and he suddenly became critical.

All the remaining strength wrapped around his body, and with the blessing of the red thunder, the sensitivity of the middle-aged man to the surrounding aura was strengthened countless times. The slightest turmoil is enough to cause a reaction in the body.

Constantly dodging and slashing, the middle-aged body once again accumulated a not weak force.

Below, the killing continues.

Through the large net covered by the three slashes, the middle-aged body suddenly reverted from the lightness of a piece of paper to a sense of heaviness. The rolling power poured into his fists, turned into a red ray, and struck towards Xiang Yingfeng.

Clang!

The middle-aged fist hit Xiang Yingfeng's scimitar.

The two were intertwined, and the rolling air waves fluctuated in all directions, and the wind sand castle was directly torn in half under this violent air wave.

In mid-air, the two figures retreated separately, looking at Ying Feng's middle-aged eyes, with more ruthless killing intent.

In the confrontation just now, although the middle-aged fist was blocked by his scimitar, a strange red thunder energy had already taken the opportunity to drill into his body. The power with a strong aura of resentment and rage made Xiang Yingfeng feel extremely tricky.

Even if he had always been calm and calm, he almost lost his mind under the influence of that resentful aura.

It was hard for him to imagine how he could maintain his own will in middle age with such an evil force running through him.

The thought fell, and Xiang Ying Feng slashed out the last of the seven killing sword techniques.

"Murderous and slashed!"

The knife did not fluctuate, as if Xiang Yingfeng had just swung the hilt.

Like a dragonfly dotting water, it only rippled slightly.

But the next moment, the middle-aged man felt a cramping pain in his heart, and all kinds of negative emotions surged, as if at this moment, he completely lost all his faith and confidence, and only felt that it was boring to live, and it was better to die.

"Mind Demon, suppress me!"

Cheer up the spirit, a statue of the god descends in the heart, condenses these negative emotions into a demon, and then subdues it with one palm.

Looking at the middle-aged man who had gone from being low to recovering in the blink of an eye, Xiang Yingfeng couldn't help frowning.

This move kills the heart and kills the gods, as the last move of the Seven Killing Sword Method, naturally it will not stop there. Killing is to kill the belief in the heart, and punishing the god is to kill the spiritual will. With a two-pronged approach, unless it is a strong person with a will comparable to the sky and a heart like the sea, he will fall into self-pity and finally commit suicide.

But coincidentally, the state of middle age at this moment is unusual, he is using a very special means to forcibly stimulate combat effectiveness, and everything in his body, including his heart and soul, has become a bargaining chip in exchange for power. In other words, none of this belongs to him anymore. Since the soul no longer belongs to the clansmen of this body, no matter how sharp this sword is, it is actually useless.

Being sneak attacked by Xiang Yingfeng, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, circulated his fists, and launched a huge red thunderball towards Xiang Yingfeng.

Boom!

Xiang Yingfeng punched like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth. The knife is like shaking the wind and tearing apart.

The two of them fight each other, and every time they put great pressure on the space around them.

The blades flickered, and the fists rolled, tearing the huge wind sand castle apart.

Xiang Yingfeng's scimitar flashed with endless coldness, and the killing intent condensed into substance converged on the blade, and as he swung it out, the wind in all directions turned into the knife in his hand. Three pagodas surrounded the middle-aged in three directions, and the persecuted middle-aged had to face the terrifying blade head-on.

The middle-aged man sneered, his body turned into a phantom, with the attack of the wind blade, constantly swinging, quickly shuttling in the twisted blades, and the red thunder sometimes broke through the encirclement, causing a little trouble to Xiang Yingfeng.

"Good body!"

Xiang Yingfeng's knife momentum was retracted, changing the force field momentum around his body.

The next moment, the pressure, which was as heavy as a mountain and as thick as the earth, was released in all directions. Towards the middle age of the fierce suppression.

"Since you have such a good body, let's go to the sword mountain and the sea of fire!"

Xiang Yingfeng's upper body suddenly exploded, revealing a bronze muscle, which trembled, like sweat dripping down like a column.

The next moment, the knife in his hand turned into a myriad.

A knife mountain rises suddenly, and behind the knife mountain, there is a sea of fire drifting, which is shocking.

"Since you have been graciously invited, then I will go on a walk. ”

In the face of the attacking sword mountain and sea of fire, the middle-aged man did not retreat at all, his fists were staggered, and the bright lightning flashed on his fist, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, wanting to split this sword mountain and sea of fire into two.

"Kill!"

The middle-aged fists slammed out, and the air in front of him was quickly torn apart by lightning, and his body was wrapped in blood-red thunder.

Bang!

The two energies collided together, and the huge vibration seemed to make the heavens and the earth unstable.

The people of the entire Nine Mountains City raised their heads at this moment, with a shocked look on their faces, looking at the suppressed Sword Mountain Fire Sea and the red thunder that confronted the Sword Mountain Fire Sea. The level of battle has exceeded their imagination, reaching a realm that many people cannot reach in their lifetime.

As the two energies continued to collide, waves of qi began to pass through the space and fall on the Nine Mountains City.

The huge city wall of Jiushan City was the first to suffer, and the cracks spread on the originally hard city wall, and it seemed that it was about to collapse. Some of the taller buildings have been cut off by half a floor.

Everyone in Nine Mountains City was embarrassed to avoid the impact of the powerful qi waves. Small-scale killings, but they continue.

At this moment, Xiang Yingfeng's hands were clenching the handle of the knife, and the muscles on his arms were constantly twitching, as if there were big rats moving in his arms.

This is because he swings his knife too violently and attacks too often.

Compared with the wind, the situation of middle age is even worse.

There were blood marks all over his body, as if he had been cut by a thousand knives, and the red blood and the blood-colored red thunder cooperated together, making the middle-aged man as hideous as a devil.

Xiang Yingfeng stared gloomily at the middle-aged man not far away, his eyes were even sharper than the blade in his hand, he didn't expect that the previous attack like a storm still failed to kill the middle-aged man.

The strength of the middle-aged man at this moment has far exceeded his expectations.

In that case, let's go ahead!

Xiang Yingfeng took a deep breath, and the black scimitar that was originally in his hand began to rotate around his body.

"I have cultivated three knives in this life, a one-handed knife and a two-handed knife, you have seen them all, and now I will let you see the knives around you. After this knife was cultivated, I only used it once, and now that you can die under this sword, it is also your blessing. ”

Xiang Yingfeng's eyes were extremely cold, and as his voice fell, the scimitar around him began to rotate rapidly, and a blood-black light emanated from his body and spread in all directions.

The rotating blade gradually formed a blood-black storm, the storm connected the heavens and the earth, as if it were a real thing, whether it was the clouds above the sky or the buildings on the earth, they were all crushed by this storm.