The Great Wilderness Jedi, there has never been a difference between day and night, this is a world that is forever silent in the darkness, although there is no imaginary kind of stretching out your fingers, but this long-term dimness will give people a feeling of being in a dead and silent world without life.

If it weren't for the strange glow emanating from some of the ghostly creatures, this would be a monochromatic world.

The cold wind that sat down and meditated was just meditating, because there was no spiritual power at all here, and there was no way to absorb the spiritual power around him. Here, there is only a yin qi that chills the bone marrow.

The violent spiritual power fluctuations under the peak disrupted Leng Feng's divine sense, and this spiritual power fluctuation made it impossible for him to use his divine sense to watch the battle. So, he stood up, walked slowly to the edge of the hole, and looked down.

And Zang Seventeen has been facing the cave entrance in a daze, as if the battle below can't attract him at all.

Leng Feng didn't think much about this, he only cared about the battle in front of him, and as Huaxin guessed, he would not choose to go down to help.

It's not because of how exciting the battle in front of him is, but because he doesn't want to miss every battle he can see, whether it's good or not, and he gets some experience from it, even if it seems insignificant, it's very useful in his eyes.

Fang Cai observed with his divine sense, and Leng Feng knew that Zang Thirteen's right arm had been pierced by Huaxin. This made Leng Feng think again.

Zang Thirteen is a figure who is the thirty treasures of the True Yang Sect, one of the main combat forces of the True Yang Sect in the future. In Leng Feng's opinion, it was impossible for Zang Thirteen to make such a low-level mistake and be stabbed by Huaxin's sword.

But even if he felt that this qiē seemed unreal, Leng Feng didn't know what Zang Thirteen had in mind.

This made the cold wind a little curious, leaning against the wall of the cave and looking down.

Hua Xin's eyes suddenly opened and the stone ground near his body suddenly cracked, and the black light sword trembled violently, as if the power contained in it could erupt at any time.

His first form struck out, swept with his sword, and an incomparable black light sword qi surged towards Zang Thirteen.

Zang 13 knew the power of this sword, and it was impossible to catch it with his bare hands.

Even though the sword qi in front of him was unparalleled, he still looked unflustered, his eyebrows were locked, and his hand formed the seal of the immovable Ming King corresponding to the nine-character mantra 'Lin', sealed, and a rune appeared from the hand of the Zang Thirteen, and the rune flashed with a demonic red light.

"Immortal law, don't move the throne!"

With a loud shout, the palm of the Tibetan thirteen holding the rune slapped on the ground, and suddenly the ground was torn apart, and then a giant as high as thirty zhang appeared in front of him, and the giant sat on the ground, with only a rough outline, but from the perspective of the whole body, it was also somewhat similar to the Tibetan thirteen.

The giant was as immobile as a mountain, and the sword qi was rushing, like a torrent, and when it hit the giant, it suddenly turned into nothingness, as if there had never been such a sword qi.

This immortal method is created by the thirteen self-creations, and the giant shadow that exists in what form is his own consciousness and spiritual power, combined with the matter contained in the immortal law and the runes, thus materialized in front of him.

With such a technique, he can combine the immortal method with the runes, and I am afraid that he is the only one in the entire True Yang Sect. This is a talent that belongs to him, and others can't learn it if they want to.

Just because he has such extraordinary features and an extraordinary physique, he was selected by the people of the True Yang Sect when he was twenty-one years old, and thus entered the ranks of immortal cultivators. Now that he is almost thirty, through the cultivation of the Guò True Yang Sect, his strength has also improved by leaps and bounds.

In the past, it didn't matter what his name was, and the unbearable survival form of the past has long been forgotten, the important thing is that now, he is an immortal cultivator, and he has absolute confidence to become the enviable existence of this world. This qiē is all given by the True Yang Sect, he has no way to repay it, the words of the True Yang Sect are the purpose!

In this way, his character was formed, and he didn't care so much about his own feelings. Therefore, this way of fighting between people generally likes to go to extremes, just like before he deliberately let Huaxin stab, just to find an opportunity that may not exist in this fight.

Huaxin's sword qi was blocked by the mountain-like giant in front of him, obviously a little surprised, but he quickly came to his senses, and then when the seventh form of the Sword Annihilation Nine Style was played so frequently by one sword, two swords, and three swords, the giant sitting cross-legged finally couldn't withstand the huge impact, and collapsed, and the dust was everywhere.

The battle between the two naturally attracted some fierce beasts, but even such low-level creatures, when they saw the scene in front of them, were also frightened, and did not dare to step forward to stop or prey.

I have to admit the strength of Huaxin's sword qi, that immovable throne almost consumed half of the spiritual power of Zang Thirteen, but the eighth sword qi still surged towards Zang Thirteen.

Sword Annihilation Nine Styles, one style is higher than one style, this is a potential that almost every casual cultivator has realized, this kind of immortal method can consume the essence of the monk, thereby greatly improving the ability of the immortal method.

Cultivating in a sect, this kind of behavior is rejected by the elders, because in this way, it may affect the growth of strength in the future, but casual cultivation is different, they have no backer, they can only rely on themselves, even if they know someone who is afraid that they are about the same level as themselves, and they can't become any backers at all, so they must create a set of their own, and have an outbreak of immortal methods or immortal styles to protect themselves.

This Sword Destroying Nine Style can be said to have long passed the scope of Huaxin's ability, and I saw that black blood flowed from his nostrils, but in the end, he still beat the eighth style.

The vast sword qi brought a hurricane to his face, but Zang Thirteen closed his eyes at this time, what was he thinking, could it be that he had no scruples about such a sword qi?

Yes, he was feeling the spiritual power contained in the sword qi, whether it was the same as the spiritual power that the sword itself pierced into his right arm just now.

He was thinking, but it was impossible for the sword qi to stop here, just as this sword qi like black light was about to envelop the area where Zang Thirteen was located, for some reason, all these sword qi avoided Zang Thirteen and hit his rear, blasting that piece of chaos into pieces.

When the sword qi came, he obviously didn't do anything, and the spiritual power in his body was not used, just closed his eyes, as if the sword qi was not coming towards him. How did he avoid this sword qi, how did he let this sword qi avoid him?

The cold wind on the peak couldn't help but lock his brows, he couldn't find the reason, and he couldn't see through the mystery.

And Huaxin is even more puzzled by what is happening in front of him, if it is said that the immovable throne that Tibetan Thirteen has just cast is like a giant mountain that does not move, and in the eyes of Huaxin, it is not the throne that is really immovable like a mountain, but the Tibetan Thirteen who is still very calm with his eyes closed in front of him.

The overdraft of the spiritual power in his body made Hua Xin suddenly lose his mind, if the ninth form was played, he would definitely drain the spiritual power in his body, and it was very likely that he would eat himself, and it would be difficult to recover in three or five years. But with a fluke mentality, he knew that the self-created Sword Annihilation Nine Style One Style was stronger than the One Style, and maybe the Zang Thirteen would be defeated in the Ninth Style.

He didn't think about the reason why Zang Thirteen avoided the sword qi at all, he just wanted to end this battle quickly.

At this time, his clothes were torn into pieces by the gale, and his tattered clothes were stirring in the wind.

In the end, with a sword in one hand, the black light sword suddenly swelled to several times stronger than before, and a sharp sword made of spiritual power appeared in front of Huaxin.

This spiritual power sword can be thirty zhang long, shining with a dazzling black light, fluctuating with monstrous sword qi.

"The sword kills. Huaxin's words are very light and light, there is no emotion at all, there is only the expectation of this sword, and some extra self-confidence.

As soon as the sword manifested, it shot towards Zang Thirteen, and the speed of the sword body made the heavy rocks on the ground tumble out, like water waves, as if to make way for the sword qi emitted from the sword body.

However, Huaxin didn't see the surprised expression he was expecting, the kind of bland treatment, as if he was disdainful of himself.

"Drink!"

Huaxin shouted and poured all the spiritual power into the giant sword, and the spiritual power of the giant sword reached a high point again, and the sudden increase in spiritual power caused the rocks where the giant sword passed to explode.

"Immortal law, the other way to return the other. The giant sword was about to approach, but Zang Thirteen said such a sentence very plainly as if he had just woken up, and his sleepy eyes were also like waking up.