"Hahaha, why bother talking nonsense, ancestor, I really want to see what kind of power you are talking about!"
The blood-clothed ancestor laughed wildly, not caring about Zhang Yifeng's words at all.
"Oh, that's as you wish."
Zhang Yifeng chuckled lightly, then moved his hands, and a sword intent suddenly emitted from his body.
For a moment, Zhang Yifeng's whole body seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, and his whole body exuded a huge sword intent.
The blood-clothed ancestor was shocked and looked at Zhang Yifeng in front of him in disbelief.
At this moment, in his eyes, Zhang Yifeng was no longer a human being, but turned into a divine sword that shone with various lights.
"This is!"
At the same time, Jian Chen, who had taken back the purple thunder swords, also came to the battlefield between the two.
As soon as he arrived, Jian Chen felt an unprecedentedly powerful sword intent.
Looking at Zhang Yifeng, who seemed to have turned into a dazzling sword, Jian Chen's face was filled with a look of trance.
"Is this, is this what master once said about the fusion of man and sword?!"
Jian Chen took a breath and thought of his master, the previous generation of Tianjian Mountain Sect Master once said to him.
The highest state of kendo is the integration of man and sword.
Originally, Jian Chen only thought that this was a legendary realm, but now he saw with his own eyes the strange phenomenon unfolding on Zhang Yifeng.
Jian Chen is sure that this is the legendary realm of swordsmanship mentioned by the master!
At the same time, the blood-clothed ancestor also gradually felt that something was wrong.
Looking at Zhang Yifeng, whose sword intent became more and more powerful, the blood-clothed ancestor could no longer stand.
"Go to hell for pretending to be a ghost!"
With a low roar, the blood-clothed ancestor took action boldly, holding the huge blood-colored spear in his palm.
He stabbed directly towards Zhang Yifeng who was still concentrating his sword intent on the ground.
Just when the bloody giant gun was about to fall, two sword lights suddenly flew from a distance and landed in front of Zhang Yifeng.
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Dazzling purple lightning rose into the sky and instantly melted the falling gun tip.
The purple thunder clung to the gun body and rushed straight up, melting the bloody giant's palm.
"What?!"
The blood-clothed ancestor looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
He saw that Zhang Yifeng's sword intent was still building up, and it was Jian Chen's two purple thunder swords that blocked the blow for him.
But it was not Jian Chen who used the Purple Thunder Swords.
At this time, Jian Chen also looked at the purple thunder swords blocking Zhang Yifeng with a stunned look on his face, his pupils filled with horror.
With the remaining mana in his body, it is impossible for Yunshi's purple thunder swords to create such a level of power.
What's more, before Jian Chen could take action, the purple thunder swords in his hands flew out on their own, blocking Zhang Yifeng's face.
And the lightning that shot up into the sky came entirely from the purple thunder swords themselves.
"Could it be that this is the true power of the Purple Thunder Divine Sword!"
Jian Chen swallowed and completely forgot that he was here to support Zhang Yifeng.
Completely fascinated by the powerful power displayed by the purple thunder swords.
Regardless of whether it is Jianchen or Jianxin, when using the Purple Thunder Divine Sword, they use their own magic power as a blessing.
But without the blessing of magic power at this moment, the power displayed by the Purple Thunder Divine Sword is far beyond normal.
Zhang Yifeng, who was gathering his sword power, also felt the violent aura in front of him.
Opening his eyes slightly and looking at the purple thunder swords in front of him, Zhang Yifeng raised a smile on his lips.
"The power of the soldiers who bear the wrath of the sky is indeed extraordinary."
"But your master is not me, but today since you have
If you want to help me get rid of the demon, then I would rather be respectful than obey my orders!"
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With a low shout, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand to hold the purple thunder swords floating in front of him.
When he grasped the two swords, the originally dimmed thunder suddenly erupted.
The violent electric light expanded outward without any obstruction, and purple thunder continued to shine on the sword.
"hateful!"
The blood-clothed ancestor's eyes were stung by the lightning in front of him, and he subconsciously took a step back. .??.
This feeling was something that the blood-clothed ancestor had never experienced even when Jian Chen killed his master.
"Come on, this is the power you want to witness with your own eyes!"
Zhang Yifeng shouted low, holding the purple thunder swords, and jumped up suddenly.
The whole body's sword intent poured into the purple thunder swords, and the thunder above the swords suddenly rose, turning into a thunder sword.
With a slash in the air, the purple thunder surged down towards the blood-clothed ancestor with violent power.
Suddenly, the blood-clothed ancestor felt a desperate feeling that he had not experienced in a long time.
The dazzling lightning was reflected in his eyes, and for a moment he seemed to have returned to the day when he witnessed his master's death.
The lightning that day was equally dazzling.
It's just that today, he was the one who received this blow.
As the terrifying lightning struck down, the blood-clothed ancestor made a desperate last stand.
The blood all over his body turned into a shield, blocking the top of his head.
However, the shield formed by the dirty blood could not support it for even a second.
The thunder sword easily cut through the shield, and then cut the blood-clothed ancestor into two pieces from top to bottom.
A large amount of dirty blood turned into nothingness under the burning of the lightning, and together with the life of the blood-clothed ancestor, it turned into a candle in the wind.
When Zhang Yifeng fell from the sky, the giant transformed by the blood-clothed ancestor had dissipated.
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A figure fell from the air to the ground, lying on the ground like a puddle of mud.
This is the blood-clothed ancestor.
But at this time, the blood-clothed ancestor couldn't even maintain his human form, just like a pool of dirty blood.
"You, who are you?"
A sloppy face gradually emerged from the dirty blood. The blood-clothed ancestor looked at Zhang Yifeng, his tone full of resentment.
"Zhang Yifeng, I'm just a passerby in your life."
Zhang Yifeng said calmly, and at the same time put down the purple thunder swords in his hands.
As soon as the purple thunder swords were released, they wanted to return to Zhang Yifeng's hands again.
However, Zhang Yifeng shook his head and put his hands behind his back.
"Go back to your master. Now that your spiritual consciousness has awakened, if you want to repay me, you can stay here to help your master conquer demons."
Zhang Yifeng stared at the purple thunder swords in front of him and said in a solemn tone.
Hearing these words, Zi Lei's swords trembled twice, and finally flew towards Jian Chen not far away.
Jian Chen grasped the purple thunder swords flying towards him in astonishment, and after thinking about it, he still walked towards Zhang Yifeng.
"I've met senior!"
Jian Chen held his sword and bowed to Zhang Yifeng, his words full of respect.
"Master Jianchen, there is no need to be polite, I am not a senior."
Zhang Yifeng quickly waved his hand, stepped forward and helped the person up.
"No, the senior will admire his extraordinary cultivation when he sees it!"
Although Jian Chen was helped to his feet, he still respectfully replied to Zhang Yifeng with a solemn expression.
"Not to mention these, now that the blood-clothed ancestor has bowed his head, what to do next is left to the head of Jian Chen."
Seeing that Jian Chen was unwilling to change his words, Zhang Yifeng simply changed the topic to the blood-clothed ancestor.