Xuan Kong Divine Nun is wearing a white monk's robe and a gray monk's hat. She looks to be around fifty years old.
She closed her hands and said slowly: "Amitabha, sinful sin, is pure Jun passed down from the ancestor of the ancestor."
There was no trace of tenderness on Yao Xiaofu's face at this moment. She said in surprise: "You are crazy. Don't you know what kind of divine sword Chunjun is? The fighting spirit is overwhelming! How can you go to the Duantian Cliff competition arena?
?Now that its fighting spirit has been awakened by the Wufeng Sword Spirit, Cangyun Sect disciple Ye Xiaochuan and the little nun under your sect in the ring are in great danger!"
Xuan Kong Shenni seemed to be stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand why Yao Xiaofu suddenly became so excited.
Everyone else had the same idea. They were shocked that Chunjun appeared, but no one knew how dangerous Arena No. 10 was at this moment.
Under the No. 10 ring, a young woman in linen clothes stood in the crowd. She suddenly sighed and did not continue to watch the competition on the ring. Instead, she turned and left. Her back looked indescribably sad and lonely.
If you are very close, you can hear the pale woman in linen murmuring.
"After all, you chose the way a sword immortal should die, and there is another old friend missing from the world. It's time for me to return to Mount Xumi to recuperate..."
After saying that, her figure completely disappeared from the Broken Sky Cliff.
Ye Xiaochuan was confused now. The powerful spiritual power that hit him was almost overwhelming and he couldn't resist it. He didn't know why things turned out like this. He just dropped a drop of blood on his own body.
It's not like the Feng Shen Sword was dripping on Chunjun. Why did Chunjun's power suddenly increase a hundred times?
At this moment, Situ Feng's arrogant laughter sounded in his mind.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and said anxiously: "Senior, what's wrong with you?"
After Situ Feng laughed wildly, Ye Xiaochuan's figure once again appeared in Ye Xiaochuan's mind. He was still so arrogant and arrogant.
"Ye Xiaochuan, let me show you the power of the Swift Wind Sword Intent!"
Ye Xiaochuan knew something was wrong. He was about to say what was going on. Suddenly, he felt as if his soul was frozen by ice. He could feel his body and see all the changes outside.
, but you just can’t control your body through your soul.
Almost instantly, he knew what was going on. At this moment, the remaining soul of Situ Feng forcibly seized his body and took over his body.
Understood, everything understood. Feeling Situ Feng's aloof temperament and feeling Situ Feng's determination to die, was there anything else he didn't understand?
The drop of blood just now summoned Wufeng's sword spirit, but... Wufeng's powerful sword spirit also awakened the powerful sword spirit in Chunjun Sword.
Chunjun is the magic weapon of the divine sword of the two generations of war gods. It is most easily awakened by powerful forces. It becomes stronger when it encounters strength and becomes strong when it encounters force. This is the innate nature of Chunjun's divine sword.
Wufeng's sword spirit was so powerful that Chunjun's sword spirit, which had been dormant for many years, felt this power and woke up from its slumber.
"No! Senior Situ..."
Ye Xiaochuan knew what Situ Feng was going to do. His remnant soul was getting weaker and weaker. A few days ago, he said that this Duantian Cliff was the end of his life. Because Situ Feng often talked to him these days, although his tone
He was a little weaker, but Ye Xiaochuan still subconsciously thought that this old guy was lying to him, and it is estimated that this ray of his soul will not dissipate in another three to five years.
He ignored an important issue.
Who is Situ Feng? He was the invisible sword god who wielded a sword and escaped the three realms six thousand years ago! How could he allow his life to be spent at the last moment, waiting for death day by day with weakness?
Even if his soul is gone, he will die in battle with dignity!
Chunjun was the divine weapon of two generations of war gods in the human world. Being able to disappear into thin air under this divine sword would not disgrace Situ Feng's reputation in his life.
Ye Xiaochuan's three souls and seven souls were trapped in the sea of his soul by Situ Feng using some secret method, and the Second Bridge of Heaven and Earth was blocked so that his soul could not come out.
Ye Xiaochuan saw through Situ Feng's determination to die and was so anxious that he almost went crazy. He screamed and attacked the restraint Situ Feng had placed on him over and over again.
For so long, he has regarded Situ Feng as his second master, and he didn't want to see Situ Feng disappear like this.
However, at this moment, overwhelming fighting spirit burst out from Chunjun. At this moment, Miaohua Xiaoni was completely unable to control the sword. Instead, she seemed to be controlled by the sword. In the silver light, Miaohua held it in her hand.
Chunjun was full of momentum, roared sharply, and rushed towards him with endless pressure.
At this moment, Situ Feng's soul occupied Ye Xiaochuan's body. Facing the flying towards Miao Hua, he almost didn't look at her. Instead, he lowered his head and gently stroked Wu Feng in his hand.
More than six thousand years later, he once again held Wu Feng in his hands. It was on this Duantian Cliff that he personally ended the life of the woman he loved most.
"ah!"
With a heart-rending roar, everyone saw Ye Xiaochuan on the stage as if he was going crazy. He struck a sword with his backhand. There was nothing flashy about it, but everyone swore in their hearts that this was the fastest and strongest they had ever seen in their lives.
It was such a big sword that even the divine consciousness could not lock the trajectory of this sword.
Boom!
Wu Feng and Chun Jun collided with each other in mid-air, and both sides were shaken backwards by the loud noise that shook the earth.
Then, holding Wu Feng in his hand, he laughed wildly and said: "See clearly, what is the real way of swordsmanship, what is the real sword intention of the wind! Boy, I want to find Qing Lian, you and Yun Qiyou must destroy the last life
The curse! It must be!"
After saying that, he threw himself towards Chunjun, towards the sky, and into the arms of the woman he was tied to.
A battle that shocked the world and made us cry ghosts and gods suddenly took place on the 10th arena. Those good and evil bosses on the jade stone platform stood up one after another. They were all extremely high-ranking people. How could they not see it?
At this moment, the power released by the two people's fighting skills on the tenth stage is definitely not something that two young disciples can achieve.
Soon, they understood that it was not two people fighting, but the two swords!
A huge tornado column gradually appeared on the No. 10 arena, cutting off everyone's eyes. Even the spiritual consciousness could not penetrate the violent rotating wind.
However, in the tornado column, there were loud noises one after another. The barrier of the arena could not suppress such a violent impact of power. The water curtain was rolling and might collapse at any time.
The expressions of the elders who controlled the barrier's defense changed greatly. While they were frantically inputting real energy into the formation's eyes, they shouted to the surrounding disciples: "Back off! The barrier is about to collapse!"
