Chapter 557: Tiancang Sword Sect: The Desolate Heavenly Clan Strikes
The sword light galloped, splitting the void.
The moment lightning bolts and aurora passed by each other, a great figure in the Void Saint Realm was directly cut off. The life force field and even the protective power were just like nothing, and all the supernatural powers in his body were swallowed up by Chen Feng.
In Chen Feng's black and white, deep and boundless eyes, the divine light was condensed like never before, seeming to contain thousands of sword shadows.
Forged by the Three Lives Yuan Shen, he spent more than a month in seclusion, and also cultivated Qingming's sword-wielding skills to the ninth level. In other words, Chen Feng's sword-wielding speed increased to nine times that of ordinary sword-wielding skills. Even though his cultivation was only the entry-level to the Void Saint Realm, his speed was
, but it is much faster than the ordinary Void Saint Realm Dacheng.
At this speed, it is simply difficult to accurately capture dozens of demons who have reached the Void Saint Realm.
In front of me... there was only a green sword light flying past as fast as auroral lightning. The end of the world was so close. In just a few breaths, several great masters of the Void Saint Realm were already beheaded by the sword. There was no luck at all. They were cut off.
The body fell away.
Dozens of Void Saint Realm Dacheng truly join forces, which is indeed very powerful and poses a great threat.
But the problem is, they are fighting on their own.
That blow was so powerful that Chen Feng was killed, and was even resisted by the tyranny of the Ten Thousand Dao Gods and Demons. He was only slightly injured, and the third level of the Immortal Star Body could recover quickly, so it was nothing to worry about.
"What about me, Chen Feng, and what about the Chen family? Why do you need to comment..."
"Everyone who is my enemy will be killed!"
As he drew his sword, Chen Feng's belief became more condensed and concentrated.
"Chen Feng, use your sword skills to help me achieve enlightenment."
As if an explosion had been brewing for a long time, there was a long roar, shrill and ferocious, and the blood-red sword light suddenly rose up and swept through the void. It was accompanied by bursts of mournful screams and wails from the broken sword, making the power of this sword even more terrifying, like a turbulent wave that crazily attacked the sword path.
, the sound of swords rolled like a long river, and the light of thousands of swords suddenly rose up, splitting dozens of feet of void, like a river rushing vast and boundless, trying to cover Chen Feng and strangle them all.
In the next breath, all the thousands of sword lights merged into one.
It was a blood-colored sword sword that was a hundred feet long. Around the sword sword, the phantoms of broken swords floated up and down. It seemed that thousands of sword cultivators were bleeding in the void. They were far apart. The black-clothed sword cultivator's eyes condensed, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
.
Bury Jian Yuan!
This type of sword cultivator who uses hunting and killing to draw on his swordsmanship skills to improve his own potential and strength is the most disliked by sword cultivators.
"Chen Feng, you are also a sword cultivator, let's see how you deal with it..." the sword cultivator in black said secretly.
Such a sword is extremely powerful, and even I need to deal with it carefully. After all, Burial Jianyuan's sword skills are indeed very evil, and it has a natural suppression and restraint on sword cultivation.
The mysteries of the Sword Burial Dao were pressing in from the air, making Chen Feng involuntarily feel a sense of being suppressed.
Dull!
There seemed to be a ray of panic rising up. It was not my own panic, but the panic that belonged to the way of the sword.
The special thing about Burial Sword Abyss lies in this.
But a little
The panic was crushed in an instant by Chen Feng's extremely tyrannical sword power.
The extremely murderous Baizhang bloody sword struck and struck.
Lift the sword!
The blade of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword chanted melodiously, like the breeze blowing, or the sound of running water. It was natural and natural. As Chen Feng's eyes focused, the sword in his hand stabbed forward gently.
boom!
The sword seemed to be an understatement, but in an instant it erupted with an astonishing roar. The light of the sword turned into a long river of blood, rushing across the starry sky, and the figure floated and fell, like a saint bleeding and all things sinking.
After becoming a saint and remaining in seclusion for the rest of the month, Chen Feng became much better at mastering the secrets of the killing sword.
The power of this Shinto-slaying Sword is many times greater than before it was broken and became a Saint. With one sword, it slaughtered the heavens and the earth, making the people weep with blood. The shocking murderous aura filled the air and swept through the void, leaving everyone
Everyone's expressions couldn't help but change after seeing what they saw, as if they were about to sink into the long river of bloody sword light, turning into a terrifying feeling of bloodshed and sinking shadows inside.
"What kind of kendo is that?"
The black-clothed sword cultivator stared with his eyes, reflecting the long river of bloody sword light. His soul trembled slightly as he got rid of the feeling of being dragged down and sinking. He couldn't help but be secretly frightened.
The complexion of the burly young man changed dramatically, the muscles of his strong body were tense, the tendons were bulging, and his fists could not be clenched to resist the feeling that he seemed to be sinking and perishing.
The same blood color, the sword's light was bright red, and the sword's light was restrained, but under the collision, the sword's light shattered without any sound.
In the next breath, the life force field and body-protecting sword energy of Burial Sword Abyss Sword Cultivator were easily torn apart and penetrated by the bloody sword light. Even the muscles and bones as strong as a spiritual soldier could not withstand the slightest resistance.
kill!
"Well, he is indeed the young emperor of the Chen family, and he has a bit of the demeanor of an ancient young emperor."
The black-clothed sword cultivator couldn't help but speak out, his eyes were extremely sharp with black light, and his sword was powerful.
"The Young Emperor is the Young Emperor, but not everyone is qualified to bear it..." The burly young man curled his lips and muttered: "Although these methods are good, it is not enough to bear the name of the Young Emperor."
Chen Feng didn't hear what these two people said, and even if he heard it, he didn't care.
Galloping and flying, the man and sword merged into one, and the three living spirits burst out with brilliant light, penetrating out of his body and covering Chen Feng's whole body.
A mysterious and mysterious feeling filled my heart.
So what if there are dozens of virtual saint realms?
As long as an effective alliance cannot be formed, there is nothing you can do but break it up.
"The stronger the enemy, the stronger I am!"
With high spirits and a long roar, Chen Feng's speed seemed to be further improved at the limit. There was a charm of breaking the shackles and surpassing the limit.
Ten!
Fifteen!
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escape!"
"He's crazy."
The remaining masters of the Void Saint Realm were all frightened.
This person was too terrifying. He fought dozens of Void Saint Realm masters alone, and was able to withstand their blows. He also fought back and killed fifteen people in a row. He was like a killing god.
fear.
Fleeing in panic, the speed of attaining the Void Saint Realm was not slow at all.
Not long after, several more severed corpses were left behind, and the rest of the Void Saint Realm masters fled in all directions like birds and beasts.
"Okay, okay."
A burst of applause suddenly sounded, the sound was extremely condensed and reverberated in the void.
In the boundless starry sky, it is extremely difficult for sound to propagate. Without sufficient control over one's own power, sound cannot be transmitted at all.
Chen Feng, who was full of murderous intent and mighty sword power, immediately stared at him.
Then he saw a slender figure dressed in black coming through the air. With one step, he was dozens of feet away. As he approached, he saw a sword as powerful as a dragon. On top of it, there was an astonishing aura.
The spirit is permeating the air, becoming more intense and powerful.
Taking nine consecutive steps, ripples appeared layer by layer, like a roaring wave in the void.
The power of the sword has also been raised to the extreme, covering all directions, as if a huge sword is flying across the body. The sound of the sword trembles in all directions, and the pressure comes. At the same time, a high-pitched sound like the swords in the sky carrying the sword is heard.
The power of thousands of swords followed.
"My name is Meng Haoqi, and I come from the Tiancang Sword Sect in the Tianhuang Domain."
"You also want to take away my Star Flame, Heavenly Flame, and Emperor's Art?" Chen Feng's heart moved. The Tiancang Sword Sect in the Tianhuang Territory was actually a major force in the Tianhuang Territory, founded by Emperor Zun.
As soon as the sword was sheathed, the power of the sword seemed to be restrained because of this, but it did not disappear. Instead, it was like the rolling magma in the volcano or the surging undercurrent in the deep sea. It was constantly accumulating. Once it exploded, it would be earth-shattering.
"No, I see your mastery of swordsmanship and your hunting spirit."
Meng Haoqi responded with a concentrated voice, the sound was like the sound of a sword shaking the void, and the extremely powerful sword power was actually a little stronger than the original one, as if it was about to condense into substance and oppressed him.
With such sword power, Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of "joy" in his heart.
Happy to see you hunting!
We are both swordsmen and have great attainments in swordsmanship. If we can't fight together, wouldn't it be a pity on the road of swordsmanship.
The power of the swords soared into the sky, like invisible waves surging and pushing sideways, colliding with each other, like thousands of swords contending, shaking the void, surging hundreds of feet in a radius, thousands of feet or even further. The ubiquitous star rays collided with each other in the two swords.
Under the impact of the aftermath, they collapsed one after another, and the pieces of meteorite that were shattered in the previous battle also shattered into powder.
The burly young man looked from a distance, his eyes focused, and he saw the two figures standing like two giant swords standing in the void.
Towering and eternal!
The power of the swords collides, impacts, pulls each other, and rises vigorously, like a burning fire cooking oil, and like a volcano.
The savings reach the extreme, ready to explode.
Changes occur suddenly!
A purple stream of light cut through the void like a meteor lightning, bursting out with unparalleled astonishing speed and approaching quickly, accompanied by layers of whistling sounds, surging and forcing it, like a domineering sword from heaven, directly inserted into two
In the midst of the clashing sword power.
boom!
Like a dragon entering the sea and making waves, the power of the two evenly matched swords immediately shook, and the power suddenly became chaotic, violent, and unleashed in all directions.
The vitality of Chen Feng and Meng Haoqi was also interrupted, and an unpleasant feeling filled their hearts.
The two of them stared at each other, and the light was as sharp as a sword, penetrating through the void, immediately locking on the rapidly approaching purple light, and also saw the figure quickly approaching in the purple stream of light.
"That's..."
Meng Haoqi frowned unconsciously, then his eyes focused and his expression changed.
"Ancient Celestial Clan!"
In the past, few people knew about Sangu. After all, the eight wildernesses were separated by four seas, and Sangu was located in the Divine Desolate Territory and had been secluded for many years. It was not until the appearance of the Heavenly Road that Sangu truly appeared in front of people and was known to people. Its various origins,
The glorious past has also been unearthed one after another.
Not to mention anything else, just the four words "Supreme Holy Land" are enough to cover everything.
"The Ancient Celestial Clan..."
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, slightly surprised.
However, it is reasonable to encounter the Ancient Celestial Clan again when walking on the Heavenly Road. After all, starting from the tenth level, twelve Heavenly Roads from all over the world merge into one.
"Chen Feng..."
An indifferent yet condescending voice suddenly sounded from within the purple stream of light, like the judgment of a god.
"It's you!"
"It's you!"
When the Ancient Celestial Clan in the purple stream of light saw Chen Feng's appearance clearly, his complexion suddenly changed, and his eyes shrank and glared in an instant. A wisp of shock and anger immediately grew, sweeping out like a frenzy breaking a dam, overwhelming everything.
, seemed to have defeated his reason, so that the originally indifferent and aloof voice became sharp and a bit hysterical.
"You are dead. This time, no one from the ancient Shen Sect is here. I, Huang Xuanyan, will see who can protect you."