The light of the sword flashed across the sky and filled the world. The light of the sword was too huge.
It slashed horizontally, tearing apart the black torrent. Wherever it passed, a large number of emperor patterns appeared directly, reducing the damage caused by this killing blow.
Everyone was shocked.
Even those who were in the realm of the Great Sage felt extremely shocked.
They thought that such a killing was impossible to contend with and difficult to stop. Fortunately, Mingyang's opponent was not them, but Chu Feng!
Buzz!
The light of the sword shattered the sky clouds, and with the first light of the sword, Chu Feng's expression also sank. The mountain of swords soared into the sky, and he used the Killing Demon Sword as the basis to slash it down with a swing of his sword.
The ancient swords soared to the sky, like the ancient swords of the Ten Palaces of Yama, all roaring in unison.
Boom boom boom!
Chu Feng went all out, the heaven and earth in his body were glowing, and the light behind him was reflected.
now.
The second sword light also appeared, one after another, slashing down one after another. Ming Yang moved forward from the void, one step at a time, and in the blink of an eye, the multiple sword lights surpassed each other, overwhelming the world.
, making everything dull.
In just a few breaths, nearly six sword rays struck him one after another.
All the sword lights were very powerful. They were all like mountains, cutting across one side and cutting off the division between heaven and earth.
The mountains, rivers and earth are trembling.
The surrounding imperial patterns are also shining brightly, roaring, the formations are outlined, and they are constantly being repaired, and the world is cut off by the sword light.
Boom boom boom!
The mountain of sword energy collided with the continuous sword light.
The two were fighting fiercely, with the eight heaven-defying swords and the ten heaven-defying strikes, the sword energy and the light of the swords became everything in that world.
The storm is endless.
Surrounding them, many strong men who were fighting were retreating rapidly, their minds were shaken, and the aftermath was rolling, which had already affected them and was unbearable.
Even the masters of the Nether Tribe dare not stop.
"terrible!"
"I feel that this is not two ordinary saints fighting, but rather, it is like two holy kings fighting to the death here!"
"Is this Brother Mingyang's true strength? Also, that sword master is so strange, he can actually fight against him!"
Everyone exclaimed, and many people stopped fighting.
Attracted by the battle between Chu Feng and Mingyang.
Their hearts were trembling and they couldn't stop watching, unwilling to miss such an amazing battle.
"Is the sword really so powerful? Has Chu Feng grown to this point? Is it from the Demon Sword Sutra, or is it caused by his own strangeness?"
"Everything about him comes from the Heavenly Demon Sword Sutra. From this point of view, the calculations of the powerful people in Lujie seem to be true. With the ninth level of saint, he can fight against the strong saint and be undefeated at the peak. He can face it head-on without even a trace.
Luo Luofeng is simply unbelievable!”
Strong men who came from the desolation, from the end of the road, or from ancient history, who learned a lot of information, spoke out one after another.
Their eyes are bright, and there is light shining within them.
The gazes looking at Chu Feng became more and more profound. At this moment, they also understood more and more why, in the past, the Demon Sword Sutra Hengkong, the leader of the great sect and the strong man, were willing to violate the rules and take risks and cross boundaries.
coming.
Chu Feng, who grew up with the Heavenly Demon Sword Sutra, is indeed too strange!
People can't help but be shocked and sigh.
at the same time.
In the hearts of many people, the desire for the Heavenly Demon Sword Sutra and the inheritance of the former sword master is also surging.
They were moved.
boom!
The eight sword mountains rise across the sky and sit on one side. They are all deep and vast, just like they have been sitting on the heaven and earth since ancient times, suppressing the world. The sword energy of the eight ancient swords is resurrecting and reaches the sky and the earth.
Each mountain of swords collided with each other, colliding with the powerful edge of the Ten Attacks of the Sky.
Every blow.
All are disappearing, the ancient sword has returned, and the luster on it is dimming.
"Is this the strength of the genius of the Nether Clan? A pure descendant of the emperor's blood is indeed completely different from the ordinary!" Chu Feng looked moved.
The more you grow, the catastrophe is coming. From the initial nine forbidden bloods, many powerful ancient clansmen, heirs of powerful sects, to today, ancient history geniuses, road-ending masters, desolate heritage, etc.
The strong come out together.
This era is getting brighter and brighter, with countless powerful enemies.
Mingyang is not yet the strongest descendant of this generation of the Nether Clan, but his bloodline has never returned to his ancestors. What would he look like if he were the strongest person of his generation in the Nether Clan?
Chu Feng's heart was burning, his sword intent was rising and surging, and his fighting spirit became even stronger.
"Your swordsmanship only has eight sword rays. However, you are carrying nine ancient swords. The eight swords fell. Your eight swords against heaven are over. Why don't you use the ninth sword?"
Mingyang is still moving forward, holding a long sword and killing all living beings with unparalleled courage.
Eight hits.
Eight sword mountains, including the Killing Demon Sword, have roared out, but his martial arts have not been exhausted yet.
Between steps, the void exploded, the power of chaos emerged in the heaven and earth, the laws were intertwined, and the imperial patterns collapsed.
Mingyang's eyes were very bright, and the darkness around him became more and more vast and profound. With a move of the long sword, the ninth sword fell with a crash.
Buzz!
Wherever the sword light passed, the imperial formation flickered, as if it was about to burst.
There was no sword in Chu Feng's hand, and the eight ancient swords were all a little dim. They flew out in the extreme collision.
"The Ninth Sword!"
Sensing the endless edge on the sword, Chu Feng sighed softly.
"Among the strong people I have encountered along the way, and among your generation, you can be considered the strongest!"
"Really? Then you don't have to be unwilling to die by my sword!" Mingyang said confidently, holding the sword.
"Need not!"
Chu Feng stared, shook his head, and chuckled, "I will not lose!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ninth sword flew out from the sword box.
In an instant, the sword energy expanded, like a large net, directly reflected, filling the sky and the earth, interweaving vertically and horizontally, and there was sword energy in every line, tumbling endlessly.
When the ancient sword was unsheathed, this place was completely changed. The huge pressure of the sword surged out, and thousands of sword energies flashed together. A scene like purgatory came, suppressing and bombarding the sword.
Above the light of the sword.
boom!
The air waves were like the sea, and the aftermath expanded and stretched for hundreds of miles.
"Shura Sword Prison!"
Many masters from the wasteland looked at it. They were too familiar with this sword. In the past, Chu Feng practiced his own cultivation in the wasteland. He moved forward step by step and absorbed endless scriptures before comprehending it.
With one sword strike, he beheaded countless strong men and wiped out too many strong saints. It spanned endless distances and affected all major ancient sects, aristocratic families, and Taoist traditions.
Countless saints, saints, and successors of the Taoist tradition were beheaded.
Buzz!
The sword prison became more and more condensed, like a real purgatory, with thousands of sword energies supporting the heaven and earth, sealing off all things, and manifesting into a cage, blocking the ninth sword light.
Seeing such a scene, Mingyang's eyes also moved.
"You actually have such a method, but it's a pity that you will still die!" He took one step and the sky cracked. In one step, the heavens collapsed.
The long knife in his hand roared and trembled, and strange lines appeared on it. The three words "kill all living beings" were its name, and at this moment, they were also imprinted on it.
then.
In the dazzling light of the sword, the words "Fighting the Sky" and ancient scriptures turned into the surging light of the sword.
At the same time, behind Mingyang, the nine sword lights that were originally slashed suddenly flashed out of nothingness and returned, standing erected all over his body!