"On the battlefield, it is really difficult for the spirit!"

Although Hong Yi's divine sword came out of the shell, although it violently shook Zhao Feirong's star long sword, he also suddenly felt that on the battlefield below, a huge killing intent condensed and rolled between heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles.

If the world is a dangerous sea for the gods, then this huge killing intent is like a sudden turbulent wave in the sea, a violent storm.

Fortunately, thanks to the power of the spirit of the peach god, Hong Yi's divine soul is as powerful as a ghost immortal, and the power of the sword is strong, so that he will not be swept over by the violent wind and waves brought by this huge thought and blood, and suffer a catastrophe.

"It's just a small battle, it's just a private mountain villa, and the thoughts on the battlefield are so strong?

Hong Yi was secretly surprised in his heart, if he didn't borrow the spirit of the peach god, I was afraid that as soon as he came out of the body, the sword would not last long, and it would fall down.

"No wonder, no wonder this Taoist priest just now, it's so difficult, the sword can't fly high and sway. I'll just say that even if you have just practiced yīn god, the sword is not at this level. ”

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"Huh, my Peach Sword?"

"Hong Yi, you're not dead!"

Hong Yi's sword flew out, shaking back the Xingchen Long Sword, and suddenly a sharp scream sounded in the depths of his thoughts, and the sound was so sharp that it seemed to strip away a person's soul and body.

Obviously, this was Zhao Feirong's surprised thought.

Indeed, Hong Yi did not die, it frightened her too much, driving such a powerful "Flame Explosion Rune Sword" to burst out of thunder and fire, in the thunder and fire, the divine soul has not yet disappeared, which is difficult for ghosts and immortals to do.

However, Zhao Feirong did not stop, in surprise, the bright star brilliance, the long sword suddenly changed, scattered up and down, pulled into countless fine and dense starlight silk threads, intertwined into a large web, electric shè soaring, a cover over, immediately Hong Yi's "evil curse" peach sword snare in it, and then tightly closed, like a spider wrapped around silk, the tighter it is.

"That's amazing!"

Hong Yi finally felt the power of the other party as a saintess of the Great Luo Sect, and the other party obviously used yīn divine thoughts to gather the light of the stars, as if his own treasure moonlight king body gathered the moonlight.

This is the application of the manifest Dao method, which manifests the form as you wish, and changes are endless.

What was even more surprising in Hong Yi's heart was that in the battlefield below, the thoughts were murderous, the blood was masculine, and the huge waves were emptying and tumbling, but the other party's thoughts and souls seemed to be unaffected in the slightest, just like a giant whale tiger shark playing in the waves.

"Broken!"

Hong Yi felt that he was trapped, and in the swing of the sword body, it was extremely difficult, and he was completely bound, and he shouted violently in his thoughts, and used all his strength.

Phew!

At this time, using the tremendous power of the spirit of the peach god, the sword body of the "Evil Punishment" immediately swung its tail like a divine dragon, and it scurried violently! In one fell swoop, it tore through layers of star silk rays and entangled, and violently came out.

"Hmph, a little ant is a little ant, even if you borrow the power of the peach god, you can't compete with me, let you see the true means of my star yīn yang dao. ”

After Hong Yi broke free from the blockade, he heard Zhao Feirong's sneer again.

I saw the starlight that was torn apart by Hong Yi, and suddenly condensed, and instantly turned into the image of a little girl who was less than three feet tall, with clear eyebrows and fluttering clothes, this little girl's face was exactly the same as Zhao Feirong! The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and there was a sneer.

Although it is condensed by starlight, it makes people feel extremely real, and even the fleshy skin on the little girl's body is clear, and the hair formed by the starlight silk is fluttering in the wind, giving people a feeling of strength!

The spirit is revealed, the smaller it is, the more condensed, and the more concentrated its power is, the stronger it is.

As soon as this starlight shrunk Zhao Feirong condensed and formed, she suddenly flew away, almost teleporting, approaching Hong Yi's "evil spirit" peach sword, and her palm suddenly bent, forming a wheel, and slapping on the sword body!

Airplanes..........

The violent shock passed from the sword body, and Hong Yi's powerful divine soul power was actually a little unable to control the sword body!

Hong Yi didn't expect that Zhao Feirong was so fast, the power of the starlight body was so great, and Murong Yan's lead and mercury golden body was pitifully weak compared to her!

The sword body was crooked, and it was shocking, Hong Yi borrowed the power of the peach god again, and immediately stabilized, the sword flew up and down in the air, completely casting the wolf moon sword technique, and fiercely stabbed around Zhao Feirong's starlight body, impacting!

The Wolf Moon Sword Technique was originally a set of sword techniques created by the Xuantian Pavilion that specialized in flying sword assassination, walking lightly, elegantly, deeply hidden and ruthless, the trajectory arc is unpredictable, and the concentration of strength is slightly different from the physical body to perform martial arts.

Now that Hong Yi is unleashing, he wants to completely disperse Zhao Feirong's astral body.

As soon as the starlight body is dispersed, the thoughts are consumed, and it is difficult to condense them, and the power of the divine soul is the same as the physical strength of the physical body, which cannot be consumed endlessly, once it is consumed too much, the divine soul will be fatigued and need to be cultivated and sleep.

And Zhao Feirong condensed the starlight body, grabbed the shot, and shook the Peach Divine Sword, which was also to completely consume Hong Yi's soul thoughts, make him tired, and then take back the flying sword in one fell swoop.

One person and one sword, floating back and forth in the air, like a frightened rainbow swimming, between a few breaths, Hong Yi stabbed out hundreds of swords, and Zhao Feirong's starlight body also violently hit the sword body hundreds of times.

Hong Yi relied on the tremendous power of the Spirit of the Peach God! Dancing the Peach God Sword in the air, the impact power of each sword was to an astonishing extent.

Between the "Evil Punishment" sword assassination, whether it is strength or speed, it is equivalent to a top great master of flying boxing skills who is fully performing the Wolf Moon Sword Technique, and even, even close to the level of a Martial Saint.

The Peach God Sword, the sword of the Peach God Dao Sect Master, contains such a huge power.

In the midst of this fierce fight, the battle below became more and more intense, and four thousand soldiers and horses rushed into Baiyunzhuang as if they had blown up the battalion.

However, there are too many troops, and Zhuangzi will soon be defeated.

"You're looking for death!"

Suddenly, Zhao Feirong let out a long roar, and the starlight body suddenly condensed and compressed again, the starlight boiled all over the body, and the stardust kept beating, flying like fireworks.

A huge force erupted from the starlight body, and Zhao Feirong hit the sword body with a heavy palm, and then the starlight body exploded violently, and the concussive force hit the "evil spirit" and rolled over and over.

Hong Yi seemed to have reproduced the moment when his soul was shattered by the Flame Explosion Rune Sword that day, and his thoughts were buzzing. Knowing that the other party shattered the starlight body this time, the power of the shock was huge, and he wanted to hurt his own soul.

"Hmph, my soul can't be hurt by you now. Hong Yi smiled coldly, and suddenly, there was a flicker in front of him, and a huge starry sky vortex descended into the sword body!

Then, in the whirlpool of the starry sky, the form of Zhao Feirong appeared.

It turned out that Zhao Feirong had just taken advantage of the moment when the starlight body exploded, and her divine soul forcibly entered the sword body, wanting to destroy Hong Yi's yīn god and recapture the divine sword.

"Little ant, you think that with the power of the peach god, you can compete with me!

As soon as Zhao Feirong's soul descended into the sword body, behind her was a huge galaxy vortex, representing endless power, and Hong Yi immediately felt the overwhelming pressure.

"Is that right? Zhao Feirong, I am now fused with the spirit of the Peach God, and in the sword body, I am a ghost immortal! Do you think that with your strength, you can defeat me in the sword?"

Hong Yi looked at Zhao Feirong in the whirlpool of the galaxy, and his thoughts remained unmoving.

"You still think you have the Flame Burst Rune Sword?"

"Oh, is that sword a Violent Flame Rune Sword?" Zhao Feirong looked at Hong Yi, her eyes flashed with disdain: "Was that the Dream God Machine quietly given to you, or did Meng Bingyun leave it to you?" It's a pity that the Dao technique is too poor. Even if you used the supreme power of that sword the day before yesterday to dissipate my soul, I still have to tell you that luck is luck after all, and now I personally descend into the sword body to completely destroy your soul. With your strength, do you deserve to have this divine sword?"

"Enchantress, do you deserve this sword?"

Hong Yi laughed twice: "The sword has a spirit, and the virtuous live in it." Now that the sword is in my hands, it is useless to let you talk nonsense, you have the ability, let me see your means. ”

"Hmph, how can Xuanji have a little beast like you as a son, or let me clean you up for him! ”

Zhao Feirong's eyes were cold, and words like knives spat out of her mouth, and at the same time as her voice fell, the galaxy spinning behind her suddenly increased, filling the entire space!

The shattering power of the swirling galaxy seemed to smash everything in the entire sword body, including Hong Yi's divine soul.

"King Rakshasa King!"

In the face of such oppression, Hong Yi felt the power of crushing xìng around him, and knew that this was the power of Zhao Feirong's divine soul, the so-called star yīn yang dao supernatural power, between the virtual and the real, as soon as he fell into the whirlpool of the galaxy, his divine soul was really lost and in danger of being twisted to pieces.

As soon as the thought moved, a blood red surged, and in the sea of blood, a Rakshasa King holding a knife wheel emerged.

"Well, Rakshasa King? This is not the Taoism of the Taishang Dao, this is the Taoism of the Great Chan Temple? A little Rakshasa dares to compete with the galaxy vortex of my star yīn Yang Dao?" Zhao Feirong was stunned at first when she saw the Rakshasa King appear, and then hehe sneered, the boundless galaxy vortex expanded in an instant, and the Rakshasa King was caught in it.

Then, Hong Yi only felt a change in the foreground, and only felt that he had fallen into the boundless starry sky, which was pitch black and meteors flickering.

"Is this the illusion of the starry sky?"

Hong Yi's heart was shocked, the Rakshasa King had disappeared without a trace, knowing that he was wiped out in an instant.

Looking around, the endless starry sky, I don't know where the road is, and I don't know where to get in or where to get out.

Hong Yi was in the starry sky, flying violently, and the speed was fast, but no matter how he flew, he could only see huge stars levitating, looking right in front of his eyes, but he couldn't fly.

"This is what it looks like in the starry sky above our heads, it's not fake, it's not a vastness of thought, it's not fake, I'm trapped in it. ”

Hong Yi's heart swelled with enlightenment.

"Little ant, do you think that your divine soul and the spirit of the peach god are combined together, and they are extremely strong, and with the power of ghosts and immortals, you can compete with me? Even if you have the power of a ghost immortal now, but you are only a three-year-old child in the cultivation of Dao Technique, how can you be my opponent? Dao Technique is not brute force, even if it is brute force, your skill is not different from me. ”

Zhao Feirong's voice came from the endless starry sky, playfully playing with cats and mice.

"I am powerful now, there is nowhere to go, her hand is swirling with the galaxy, even if I know that it is a mirage, but I just can't break through!" Hong Yi ignored Zhao Feirong's teasing.

Now although the power of Hong Yi's divine soul is strong, it is like a martial artist, and suddenly he has obtained the power of a martial saint, and he lacks too much heat in use and training, and when he encounters a martial arts master, he will definitely be defeated.

"But why didn't Meng Bingyun's slut hand over your Taishang Dao's Taoism? and let you learn the magic of the Great Chan Temple? What a stupid woman, Taishang Dao vainly thinks she is the first in the world, Meng Bingyun heard that she was also unmatched in her qualifications back then, I think she is stupid like a pig, and she was broken by Xuanji in a few words, and she took away her body and mind, leaving you such a bad seed, haha, haha, haha, there are such stupid women in the world. ”

In the endless starry sky, a laugh came.

"Little evil seed, don't worry, your soul seems to have cultivated the secret of the Great Zen Temple, I can't help you for the time being, but I will trap you for decades, a hundred years, so that you can enjoy eternal loneliness in the endless starry sky for the rest of your life. ”

"Zhao Feirong, I'm going to break you into ten thousand pieces!"

A strong anger rose from Hong Yi's heart.

In the midst of intense anger, Hong Yi forcibly contemplated the Ming Wangxiang in the Mida scriptures! At the same time, the scriptures below the Ming Wangxiang flowed in his heart in the scriptures.

"If I hear this, the World-Honored One said, King Ming is the wrath of the Buddha, burning up all ,........."

Bang!

The entire endless starry sky shook, and an incomparably huge golden demon god rose from the void with one head and four faces, eight arms, and one vertical eye.

As soon as this golden demon god appeared, the eyebrows and vertical eyes immediately opened, and from the vertical eyes, endless red sè flames appeared, and wherever the flames burned, the starry sky began to collapse and disintegrate!

In the blink of an eye, all the stars were gone, all were flames, and in the flames, there were incomparably angry thoughts, angry thoughts that burned everything.

"King Ming!"

In the midst of the flames, Zhao Feirong's sharp cry came!

In the scriptures, the image of the king is the wrath of the Buddha, and when the Buddha is angry, the king of the Ming comes out, and the eyebrows are raised and the eyes are raised to the endless flames, destroying all things in the heavens and the earth, the void of the world, the universe, everything.

Originally, with Hong Yi's divine soul power, he couldn't visualize King Ming at all, and even if he barely imagined it, he would be burned by anger first.

But now, the combination of Hong Yi's divine soul and the spirit of the peach god is extremely strong, with the power of ghosts and immortals, with such a powerful thought, in extreme anger, he finally understood the scriptures of the Mida Sutra, visualized the Ming King, broke Zhao Feirong's galaxy vortex, and seriously injured her divine soul.

Zhao Feirong never thought that Hong Yi had learned the Mida Sutra, of course, if she didn't enter the Peach God Sword, Hong Yi would naturally be helpless against her, because only in the Peach God Sword, Hong Yi could borrow the power of the Peach God Spirit.

Hearing the scream, Hong Yi thought about the Buddha in his heart, and immediately, King Ming gradually disappeared, the flames gradually disappeared, and in the sword body, Zhao Feirong's soul had disappeared without a trace.

Hong Yi knew that the other party's damage this time was more serious than the explosion of the Flame Rune Sword, and killing her was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

There is no moment when Hong Yi's murderous intent is so unswerving!