The power of the devil is bloodthirsty and powerful, but it also has its nemesis, the power of the Holy Buddha.
At this moment, Xuan Wuqi was enveloped by the Buddha's light. These Buddha's lights were like sharp swords piercing Xuan Wuqi's body.
Wuqi's aura quickly fell, and his vitality quickly dissipated.
After all, Xuan Wuqi had not reached the third level of trance and could not resist Yi Feng's full blow.
ah……
Screams continued to sound, and the shrill sounds echoed through the void.
Yi Feng looked at this scene with cold eyes, without the slightest hint of pity. He understood the principle of eradicating all evil. A strong demonic master at the divine level can cause turmoil in a party. The collapse of Yunjian Sect is an example. If
If Xuan Wuqi is allowed to escape today, the disaster may be even greater in the future.
Yi Feng took a few top-quality recovery pills, and some of the power he had consumed had recovered. Yi Feng flipped his hands and took out the Donghuang Bell.
To be on the safe side, Yi Feng chose to use the Donghuang Bell.
As Yi Feng waved his hand, the Donghuang Bell flew out of his palm, quickly grew in size, and appeared above Xuan Wuqi, about to be hooded.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a black light point suddenly flew out of Xuan Wuqi's body. The light point quickly grew in size, transformed into a huge palm, and struck directly at the Donghuang Bell.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the Donghuang Bell flew away. Yi Feng's face immediately turned red, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He stared at the huge palm with a solemn look in his eyes. From this palm, he
I felt a familiar breath, and the worst happened.
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"Yi Feng, what's going on?
Then why is Xuan Wuqi so powerful when he is on the verge of death?"
Zhuang Yun on the side asked with a look of horror.
Under the shadow of the Buddha's Light Sword, Xuan Wuqi's body almost turned into nothingness, but suddenly burst out with such a powerful force. From this big hand, Zhuang Yun felt his mind and body tremble, and he even had no desire to resist.
"This is not his power, but the power of the powerful Demon Qianhuang."
Yi Feng said slowly, and with a thought, the Donghuang Bell flew back and enveloped him and Zhuang Yun.
Yi Feng knew that if Mo Qianhuang really showed up, even if it was just a trace of aura, he would not be able to resist it. Now that there is no longer Xu's protection in the Donghuang Bell, even if it was enhanced once before, it would be of no avail. Between himself and the demon
The difference in strength between Qianhuang is too big.
"Mo Qianhuang! It's over."
Zhuang Yun's face was ashen, her delicate body could not help but tremble, and her eyes were filled with despair.
Mo Qianhuang is a powerful person in the realm of immortality in the demonic way. He is almost the most powerful person in the magic way. It is precisely because of the existence of Moqianhuang that his sect Xuan Mo Sect can even compare with the Holy Land.
The Xuan Mo Sect is located in the Nanzhou area, and Zhuang Yun did not expect the power of Mo Qian Huang to appear here.
"Huh... Mo Qianhuang, since you have appeared, then show up."
Yi Feng took a deep breath and said slowly, the aura on his body also rising.
"Hmph! Yi Feng, without Naxu's protection, I really don't know what you are going to do to resist."
Along with a cold snort, a black figure transformed into the palm of his hand.
This man was wearing a black robe and was in his forties or fifties. His eyes were cold and gleaming with a faint red light. He looked at Yi Feng with a hint of ferocity on his face.
As soon as this person appeared, the surrounding space seemed to be immersed in a demonic atmosphere, and the Donghuang Bell began to tremble.
Zhuang Yun's face was pale. Even if she was protected by the Donghuang Bell at this moment, she couldn't bear it. She slumped down and her breathing became rapid. She knew what the immortal realm represented. In front of such a person, life or death was not up to her.
Yi Feng on the side was still as tall as a pine tree, and his firm eyes met Mo Qianhuang's gaze.
"Mo Qianhuang, you should know that I am the top holy son of the Holy Land, and what my status is among the Wind Clan and the Ancient Clan. You have dealt with me several times. Are you not afraid that the two Holy Lands will destroy you?"
Yi Feng said slowly, his voice neither humble nor arrogant, even threatening.
"Haha... Yi Feng, although the Holy Land is strong, I am not afraid. I am a powerful person in the Immortality Realm. I can be said to be immortal. Even if the Holy Lord takes action, he cannot kill me, but you, I can turn over.
Destroyed by hand."
Mo Qianhuang laughed loudly, his voice full of disdain. Powerful magic power came from the void and was injected into his body, making his body become more solid and his breath became more powerful.
"If you could really kill me, you wouldn't have run away before."
Yi Feng said.
"Hmph! Is that your method?
You were able to resist me with the help of external forces. Now that you don't have Naxu, what other trump cards do you have, just to rely on this heaven-level magic weapon?
I'm sorry to tell you that even if you have this magic weapon to protect you, I can still kill you."
Demon Qianhuang showed disdain on his face and waved his palms. In the void, ferocious-looking demonic figures continued to appear, hovering around the East Emperor Bell, flying continuously, and powerful demonic energy fell on the clock face.
Stirring up waves of turbulence, the aura of the Donghuang Bell actually began to weaken.
"Yi Feng, do we... still have a chance?"
Zhuang Yun asked in a low voice. The opponent was a powerful person in the immortal realm. Just thinking about it made Zhuang Yun fall into despair.
"After all, I have to give it a try. My Donghuang Bell can still hold on for a while. Master Zhuang, please pass on all your sect's sword techniques and sword tactics to me."
Yi Feng said, although his face was solemn, there was hope in his eyes.
As the saying goes, there is no perfect road, but there will be a glimmer of hope. At this moment, Yi Feng wants to seize this glimmer of hope.
"This..." Zhuang Yun's face was startled. It's not that he couldn't bear to part with the sect's martial arts and sword techniques, but what's the use of this?
However, seeing Yi Feng's determined expression, Zhuang Yun finally asked again, "Yi Feng, I will pass on all the sect's martial arts and sword techniques to you."
Zhuang Yun inspired a spiritual consciousness and passed it to Yi Feng.
Yi Feng's eyes lit up, he sat cross-legged and began to understand.
Ever since Yi Feng felt the holy power on Shushan Road, Yi Feng knew that Shu Yunzi, who founded the Shujian Sect, was a great master of the Immortality Realm, and the aura of Shu Yunzi was left on the stone tablet.
, What Yi Feng has to do now is to stimulate that aura and use Shu Yunzi's power to fight against Mo Qianhuang. This is also Yi Feng's last resort.
When Yi Feng climbed Shushan Road, he had already felt that unique power, and even used this power to improve his cultivation to the peak of the fourth level of Danyuan.
This kind of power is vast and majestic, but it also contains the indomitable sharpness.
Haoran's righteousness is also a kind of righteous power, restraining the evil spirit, second only to the power of the Holy Buddha.
Although Yi Feng has practiced some swordsmanship from the Shujian Sect, he only understood it from observation and practice, and it is not profound. But now, he has been taught by Zhuang Yun, and every sword skill flows in his heart, and in Yi Feng's mind