"It's too late, you have to get the Demon Sword and Tiger Spirit!"

Fan Wenkai's face sank, and he shouted: "If you want to achieve an eternal existence, you must first ask about the sword in my hand!"

Fan Wenkai suddenly raised his hand, and the sword spirit of Zhu Xian suddenly came out of his body, one turned into nine, nine into one, nine and nine connected, and the energy rolled.

"Slash!"

Fan Wenkai said coldly, his heavy arms were lowered, and the nine swords also fell, and suddenly the long-lost light was revealed in the dark night sky, bringing people the only hope!

"I can't help myself!"

Styx Ancestor sneered disdainfully, the demon sword tiger in his hand descended slightly, and slashed downward, and the sword light slashed on the nine swords that Fan Wenkai slashed at angrily.

Suddenly, the nine swords rolled upside down, the tiger roared, a majestic force, rushing in, even if Fan Wenkai had broken through the Taishen level, but he also felt that the flesh was faintly showing signs of collapse, his whole person was hit by this blow, instantly knocked away several miles away, the whole person fell into the depths of the ground, the earth was turbulent, a large area of the ground collapsed, and there were terrifying screams all around, and the blood stained the whole earth, glowing with a strange red light.

Suddenly, blood rushed to the sky, and all the dead lives, at that moment, blood gushed out, turning into a long river that overcame the sky, surging towards the Demon Sword and Tiger!

"Hahaha!" "The Styx Ancestor laughed arrogantly: "The water of the Styx, sweeping all over Kyushu, is finally going to add new blood!"

I saw that the body of the ancestor of the Styx River was shocked, and the demonic energy behind him was rolling like thunder, churning like the sea, in the rich demonic qi, a winding long river could be faintly seen, flowing behind him, and there were all kinds of skeletons in the long river, among which there was a skeleton that was extraordinarily large, if a discerning person could see it, it might be the skeleton of a dragon!

The life of a dragon is drowned in this river of Styx!

The River Styx flows endlessly, stretching out, and I don't know where it is going, but the deeper it goes, the more chilling it becomes.

Fan Wenkai's hands trembled slightly, and a crack had already appeared in the muscles of his arm, and this amazing demonic qi was intertwined on it, even with his powerful recovery energy, it was difficult to recover for a while.

"He's got stronger!"

Fan Wenkai's bitter sweet and dry lips that had cracked, and his originally confident heart was a little shaken at this moment.

If the Styx Ancestor and Weng Zi at this time were inevitable, then it could be said that there was no comparison at all!

Fan Wenkai was confident that at this time, he already had the combat power that was not inferior to Weng Zixu, but he was still vulnerable in the face of the Styx Ancestor.

And Weng Zixu is a master who has surpassed the peak of the gods! It can be said that he is the first person among the gods!

If Qing Emperor Lin Qingyang is here, I'm afraid there is still a glimmer of hope! The strength of the half-step emperor level is not something that Fan Wenkai can guess at this time.

But the Blue Emperor has not appeared at this time, and I am afraid that after that, it will not appear.

At this time, everything can only rely on yourself!

"Only on my own! If the Styx Ancestor is allowed to obtain the magic sword, then his strength can even reach the emperor level! At that time, although the world is big, who is his opponent! I must not give up!"

Fan Wenkai gritted his teeth, his eyes glanced, all the allied forces were scarred, especially Tian Yuanzi didn't seem to be able to hold out for long, if he gave up, not only these friends would die, but even the many disciples in the Shanshui Sect, Youhai and the others would also die! Not only Mint Xiao might lose his life, but even Shangguan Zhi, who followed Weng Zixu away, might not be safe!

"Waste slag, it will always be waste slag, even if you have the sword spirit of Zhuxian, it is still waste slag!"

Styx Ancestor sneered disdainfully, and the demonic energy in the sky was gathering around him, which directly led to his strength increasing again and again!

"Bang!"

Fan Wenkai's entire body burst away in an instant, turning into a sword, in this dim night sky, like a bright meteor, cutting through the sky and cutting off this boundless demonic energy.

Styx Ancestor didn't want Fan Wenkai to attack with this method that was tantamount to self-harm, so he hurriedly swung his sword and slashed, but it was too late, Fan Wenkai's entire body hit Styx Ancestor's chest!

Behind the Styx Ancestor, the Styx River suddenly set off a stormy wave, and a Demon Ding filled with demonic energy suddenly emerged from the Styx River in this place, and the Demon Ding condensed above the head of the Styx Ancestor, forming countless layers of protective cover in front of him.

But he was still crushed by Fan Wenkai's fierce blow, and his entire body flew out upside down for dozens of zhang before he could stabilize his body, and the demonic qi vortex placed in the place where he was standing collapsed instantly.

"Look for death!"

The Styx Ancestor was furious, and the murderous intent was fully revealed, Fan Wenkai actually destroyed such a good thing for him! You must know that he must completely control this Tiger Spirit Sword before the arrival of the Star Tribulation, only in this way can he control the Tiger Spirit when the Star Tribulation arrives, when the Tiger Spirit is at its most demonic, and achieve his supreme hegemony!

But Fan Wenkai, this damn thing, actually withstood his own blow, and he hasn't died yet, it seems that the strength of the Zhuxian Sword Spirit has also reached an incredible level! Fan Wenkai is the biggest obstacle to his hegemony.

The Styx Ancestor raised his sword, took out the sword, and did it in one go, and when Fan Wenkai was surrounded by the demonic energy around him, a sword stabbed out!

The boundless demonic qi instantly submerged Fan Wenkai, and the tip of the tyrant's sword sent out the most powerful demonic sword between heaven and earth, piercing Fan Wenkai's chest in an instant!

Fan Wenkai raised the hand of the Immortal Sword Spirit, and suddenly seemed to be fixed in the air, motionless, he looked down at his chest, blood was constantly gushing out, his heart was broken, and the blood had turned jet black.

"Are you going to die?"

Fan Wen was happy, but he didn't have the strength to say it.

With a shake of his arm, the Zhuxian Sword Spirit in his hand suddenly dissipated without a trace, his body finally turned black and purple, he slowly closed his eyes, although he was a little unwilling in this life, but after all, he did not pass without emptiness, but the result was a little unsatisfactory.

"Fan Wenkai!"

Fairy Tang Tang saw Fan Wenkai's body slowly falling, and the light that disappeared again around him turned into darkness, and he immediately burst into tears and hurriedly ran away.

Praise the balance is silent, followed closely behind, and protects it, whoever dares to stop it, kill!

"No way! He could never die! His life was full of miracles! He would never just die!"

"Wow!"

Bai Ditian stepped out of the void, looking at the bloodthirsty scene in front of him, inexplicable grief welled up in his heart, and when he saw Fan Wenkai who was gradually falling to the ground, the whole person was stunned.

Fan Wenkai died? This young man who he used to be the most optimistic about with the Qingdi was killed like this, and he didn't even have any life at all! This is simply incredible! If there is a miracle, how good it would be, perhaps, Fan Wenkai can go further.

However, how many years he has lived, he has never seen such a miracle, and when he sees the Styx Ancestor, even if he is as indifferent as him, he can't help but be angry.