The person who happened to be six feet away stopped suddenly, only to feel a chill all over his body, and cold sweat ran down.

If you hadn't been able to squeeze in just now, you would have been slaughtered by the magic knife.

Zhang Feng suddenly had a creepy feeling, as if a sharp sword was attached to his neck. He only felt that his body was locked, and he had a feeling that there was no way to avoid it, and no matter how he moved, he couldn't get out of the lock. After the magic knife wheel turned, Zhang Feng stabbed backwards. Since you can't dodge, you don't need to dodge anymore.

Bite!

The tip of the knife and the tip of the sword are like the tip of a needle to a wheat, and the two are firmly stabbed together.

The picture is like a freeze frame, and the old monk's body is volleying in the air without falling.

The magic sword is pitch black and terrifying, the divine sword is silver and dazzling, and there seem to be only these two colors left between heaven and earth. However, the old monk could clearly see that the opponent's magic sword vaguely suppressed his own divine sword.

Although they have only fought for a few short times, there is not much internal force left in the two of them. However, because Zhang Feng's "Immortal Divine Skill" recovers from injuries and internal strength very quickly, he is becoming more and more dominant in the protracted battle.

Drink!

Sensing that something was wrong, the old monk glared at King Kong angrily, and finally risked his life and gathered his life's strength into the sword in his hand. The sword light was dazzling, and it instantly suppressed the black light, and the black light was like a candle in the wind under this light, and it seemed to have the feeling of extinguishing at any time.

When a martial artist cultivates his internal strength, his skill will become deeper and deeper, so when he talks about himself, he will say, 'How many years of skill do I have'. Power is different from internal force, if power is a cup of water, then internal force is water. After a few days of running out of water, it can be filled up again, but if the water cup is destroyed, the only way to recover is to cultivate again.

The old monk is more than 90 years old, which is about the same age as Wuyazi. Once his power is exhausted, he will definitely lose his vitality without the power to protect his body, and he will basically step into the footsteps of no cliff.

Zhang Feng's eyes widened angrily, he didn't expect the old monk to be so ruthless, and he didn't want to die at all. Glancing at his scarred right arm. A flash of firmness flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes. At this time, he was no longer allowed to retreat, otherwise under the attack of the divine sword, he would have no chance of survival, and only by putting him to death could he have a glimmer of life.

With a loud shout, Zhang Feng used all his power and poured it into the magic knife. As the majestic power surged, the damaged meridians could no longer withstand this terrible force, and they were all broken. His muscles were cut by a knife, revealing Sensen's white bones.

The sword exploded, and the occupation was recaptured at once. Black light and white light are evenly matched, and the two are glued.

When the old monk saw Zhang Feng's movements, even if there was not much to live, he couldn't help but show a smile. He is almost a hundred years old, and he has already seen life, old age, sickness and death, if he can die with the Demon Lord, he is gladly willing. Even if the Demon Lord survived in the end, his cultivation would be abolished, how could he do evil? Although the old monk knew about the latter's situation. The odds are very small.

Kiss!

At this moment, where the swords intersected, the space seemed to ripple, and Zhang Feng's skin was like water on the surface of a lake. There are layers of ripples.

Boom!

Without warning, an unprecedented terrifying force suddenly hit his chest, Zhang Feng's strength disappeared suddenly, and his right hand was no longer able to grasp the magic knife. Fly out from afar. Zhang Feng only felt that it was dark in front of him, and all the scenery around him disappeared.

The same is true of the old monks, who flew far away for more than ten zhang. Fell to the ground motionless.

The two who fainted didn't know that at this moment, two crisp clicks appeared in the empty and silent space.

In mid-air, a clear crack appeared on the two swords that were still stalemate, and the crack was about half an inch, but it was this crack that destroyed the perfect shape of the sword.

It turned out that although Zhang Feng and the others were knocked away, their swords were still frozen in mid-air. They seem to be mortal enemies of life and death, and even if they lose the control of their masters, they continue to fight.

Click......

The sound is like a bean, and it rings non-stop. The cracks on the sword's body became more and more numerous and longer, and they were densely covered with the entire sword like a spider's web.

The dark clouds gathered rapidly, the wind was raging, and the lightning and thunder roared.

Rumble!

A loud sound spread through the heavens and the earth, and the sword finally turned into countless fragments, flashing like meteors, some fell off cliffs, some fell into the mountains, and more were sucked off by the black hole that was one person high.

The sword was all gone, and it actually blew up a big hole in the space, and there was a strong attraction in the black hole, as if the divine beast Kunpeng swallowed the sky and the earth.

The black hole came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was as small as a basin, and disappeared without a trace under the shocked gaze of people in the distance.

This result really responded to Ou Datie's words, and the sword existed and destroyed together.

......

There was an inconspicuous boulder a hundred zhang away from the prison, and two figures stood behind the stone, their faces were somewhat similar, they were the two brothers Feng Lin and Feng Shan. The Heavenly Prison rebelled, and they didn't resist it at all, but hid in the shadows to watch the battle between Zhang Feng and the old monk.

"Haha, haha, I knew that only you could compete with Zhang Feng!" Feng Lin tightened his face throughout the whole process, and when he saw the fate of Zhang Feng and the old monk, he finally couldn't help but let out a crazy smile.

"Brother, is it really okay for us to do this? After all, he is kind to us, and without him, we would still be humble beggars, and maybe one day we will throw our corpses into the wilderness. Feng Shan said to his brother next to him. Of course, there was still a word in his heart that he didn't say, 'If it weren't for him, I would definitely die!'.

"He is kind to us, but our brothers have been saddled for him for so many years, and the Divine Sect is as brilliant as it is now, and our brothers have contributed a lot. The so-called kindness, we have already repaid. Feng Lin said sharply.

Feng Shan's face was embarrassed, and he continued: "No matter what, he is also the leader of the Divine Sect, if we ignore it, he will fall into the hands of those people, and our Divine Sect will probably be in turmoil." ”

Feng Shan looked worried about the Divine Cult, and he didn't know if he really cared about the Divine Cult or something else.

But the facts are indeed as he said, Zhang Feng is unconscious in his heart, if he falls into the hands of these martial arts people, he must not think about it, what five horses are divided into corpses, how to be discouraged by bones and ashes. Thinking about the fact that the leader of the Divine Sect was humiliated and whipped to the corpse, how can the face of the disciples of the Divine Sect remain?

"Whether he is dead or not, he has no chance of surviving in the hands of those people. But if we rescue him, it's okay if he dies, but if he doesn't, do you think the rest of the Cult will let us harm him? Once he recovers, do you think he will let us go? He has a saying that I agree with very much, to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to ourselves, since we have decided to rebel against him, then we will go all the way to the dark. Feng Lin's tone was cold. (To be continued......)