The beheaded demon monk raised his eyelids, and there was a blood-red bloodthirsty light flowing in them, as if he had turned into a demon in an instant.
"Amitabha!"
The Buddha's voice was deafening, like the sound of thunder. Aircrash held the magic-breaking knife and stepped forward to meet Ye Feng. The sharp sword energy tore through the void, rolling up waves of extremely terrifying space ripples, and a blood moon was reflected.
Behind him, the phantom of the Buddha wearing a blood-colored cassock exuded endless blood evil energy.
"Boom!!!"
In an instant, the heaven and earth shook, and the violent ripples of battle turned into an 18-level tornado, blowing away everything within a radius of several hundred meters.
"Old drunkard, come on!"
With a stern smile on his lips, Fire Cloud Evil God stepped out across the sky. The full moon exuding a cold aura behind him hung directly above his head. The white moonlight falling down seemed gentle, but it was enough to kill any Yang Shen realm.
The strongest.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, the laziness on the Jiujianxian's face disappeared. He held the sword in his right hand and made mysterious steps under his feet. Sword rays appeared one after another, and each sword ray contained sharp sword intent.
"River of Blood!!!"
"Crash!"
Ye Feng's eyes were filled with red flames, and waves of sounds like turbulent waves sounded in his body.
His expression changed slightly as he felt like the blood in his body was out of control, as if it was about to leave his body.
"Crackdown!!!"
"Boom boom boom!!!"
Blood-colored phantoms of Buddhist mountains descended from the sky and landed on Aircrash's body, making his aura even richer and majestic.
The space collapsed, and endless space turbulence surged out.
From a distance, this area turned into chaos, and the terrifying aura emanating from it made it difficult for even the most powerful people in the Yang God Realm to breathe, let alone watch closely.
"Boooooooo!!!"
Suddenly, tens of thousands of black lights shot out from the sky filled with corpse energy.
The huge bloody bat wings behind Ye Feng spread out and completely entered the second form.
Aircrash's expression remained unchanged, without any surprise, and the magic-breaking knife in his hand buzzed and trembled, as if he was excited and cheering.
"Jie Dao!!!"
Kongcang raised his head slightly, his cold and ruthless eyes filled with blood.
"First Ring!"
"Bah!"
With a slash of the sword, a figure of the Blood Buddha emerged and immediately merged into the light of the sword.
Shaolin Temple has nine swords, one sword and one commandment. After nine swords, even the most ferocious demons will put down their butchering knives and take refuge in our Buddha.
The first precept is to recite the true precept.
As soon as the knife came out, Ye Feng felt as if there were countless Buddhist chants in his ears, urging him to put down the butcher knife.
Taking advantage of Ye Feng's dazed moment, Kongcang leaned forward and slashed out with the sharp magic-breaking knife in his hand.
“Bah!!!”
Ye Feng suddenly raised his head, and his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.
The next second, Ye Feng appeared a hundred meters away, looking down at the chest that had been cut by the Demon-Breaking Knife. The blood and evil energy was billowing, constantly blocking the wound from healing.
"Roar!!!"
With a low roar, the dark corpse energy rolled out, causing the wound to heal instantly.
"Old monk, it's my turn now!"
Ye Feng clenched his fists tightly, his face filled with coldness, and he stepped into the air at full speed.
Kong Nan frowned, with a solemn look in his eyes.
Ye Feng's speed was so fast that even with the power of the moon covering dozens of miles, it was still difficult to catch his traces.
Suddenly, Aircrash's expression changed slightly, and a cold light flashed out from the Demon-Breaking Knife in his hand, and he slashed towards the left.
"Chang!!!"
A series of sparks rose up.
"What a power!"
Aircrash felt as if the knife had struck a magic mountain, and the huge force of the rebound caused his right hand to move slightly uncontrollably.
"Big Gaitian Demonic Hand!!!"
"boom!"
The corpse energy covering half of the sky suddenly condensed and turned into a huge devil's hand, squeezing towards the plane crash.
"The second calamity!!"
Facing the devil's clutches that covered the sky and covered the sun like a sky net, Aircrash's face revealed a look of excitement, and endless blood rolled out of his body, turning into blood-colored dragons.
"boom!!!"
It's like the first ray of sunlight breaks through the darkness.
The blood-colored sword light was as powerful as breaking bamboo, piercing through the dark and huge devil's palm.
Ye Feng naturally knew that the Great Gaitian Demonic Hand could not do anything about the air crash. The moment he struck out the second calamity, his eyebrows suddenly split open, like a third vertical eye.
"Wuwang Thunder God Sword Stab!!!"
"Buzz!"
"This is?"
Suddenly, Aircrash froze up, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the sword light roared out from Ye Feng's eyebrows, making goosebumps stand up all over his body.
The Wuwu Thunder God Sword stabs, first cutting off the soul, then destroying the body, it is strange and vicious.
An air crash is like a lightning strike, unable to withstand the thrust of the Wuwu Thunder God Sword.
In an instant, his body was covered with a layer of frost, and his whole person was somewhere between reality and reality, as if he would return to ruins at any time.
"What a vicious method!"
Suddenly!
Aircrash's body completely disappeared into the void, but his eyes were full of coldness, like snake eyes, without any emotion.
"Even the sword of the Wuwu Thunder God can't kill him?" Ye Feng raised his sword eyebrows and felt helpless in his heart. The little star-level venerable was indeed difficult to kill.
"Third Ring!!!"
"Wow!"
Ye Feng turned around suddenly and stared at the empty sky. The sound of running water rang in his ears.
"Fuck!"
Suddenly, Ye Feng's expression changed drastically. In his eyes, the space in the distance suddenly collapsed, and sword auras were overwhelming, like a downpour, sweeping towards him.
"kill!!!"
Ye Feng clenched his fists violently, and instead of dodging, he rushed towards the cracked void.
“Clang Clang Clang!!!”
A deafening collision sounded, like metal intersecting.
With Ye Feng's current recovery power, he is not afraid of the injuries caused by these sword energies.
"Monster, accept it!!!"
The majestic sound of the plane crash resounded within the space rift.
As his voice sounded, the sword energy all over the sky suddenly arranged in an orderly manner and turned into a large formation.
"Um?"
Ye Feng's expression changed slightly. In front of his eyes, the endless sword energy turned into tiny Buddhas, sitting cross-legged and clasping his hands, without joy or worry.
“Bah!!!”
At the same time, rolls of moonlight power poured into the formation formed by the sword energy.
The plane crash emerged from the cracks in space, and cracks appeared on the surface of the skin, just like ceramics that could break at any time.
The Wuwu Thunder God Sword is so vicious and vicious that with his strength, he can only suppress it temporarily.
Staring at Ye Feng, who was trapped by the formation, he pointed at the demon-breaking knife and said with a fierce light in his eyes, "Amitabha, it is my responsibility to subdue demons and eliminate demons. Today, I will do justice for heaven and kill you, zombie!"
"
The power of the moonlight turned into shackles and fell on Ye Feng.
Ye Feng was expressionless, staring ahead, letting countless shackles fall, and said coldly, "Old monk, do you think you can trap me with this formation?"
With his hands forming seals, rolls of corpse energy as black as ink condensed into a dark book of heaven and earth.
"The universe is endless, search!!!"
"Buzz!"
The next second, the Qiankun Book shattered and turned into a black light, shooting towards the southeast.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he took a step forward.
"this?"
Outside the formation, Kong Nan had a look of shock on his face, "What kind of skill is this?"
"The One-Word Book of Qiankun!"
Suddenly, Ye Feng's voice rang in Aircrash's ears.
"Bah!"
Aircrash suddenly swung out his right hand, carrying the magic-breaking knife with the power to split mountains and rocks.
"Clang!"
A series of sparks rose up, and Ye Feng's pitch-black nails were like magical weapons, firmly gripping the sharp blade.
