Cultivating to this level, it is also very easy to change your age and physical appearance according to your preferences, and you have lived for hundreds of years, not just a middle-aged person.

Even if it is a martial arts battle, the power released by the Spirit God Realm is very terrifying, and it can flatten a mountain peak with a wave of the hand. The figures of the two slowly rose into the void, fifty meters away from each other, their clothes hunting each other from afar, their expressions were solemn, and they didn't dare to underestimate each other, because both sides had the ability to threaten each other.

Commander Mo held a sword in his hand, the sword body was milky white, three fingers wide, and the tip of the sword was much longer than an ordinary sword, it didn't look like it was made of metal, but more like a demon beast's bones polished, and the whole body was glowing with a glowing blue luster, full of gloomy and violent atmosphere.

Gently stroking the blade of the sword, as gentle as if caressing the body of a young girl, he muttered, "Thirsty, haven't you drunk blood for a long, long time!"

"This is the keel, and it contains a remnant of dragon breath...... Qingfeng let out a sigh of surprise, with the power of her spirit beast's sense of the same kind, she was keenly aware for the first time that this bone sword was made of rare dragon bones.

"Well, how do you know?" Grand Commander Mo said in some surprise, it was a bone sword, and anyone with a little knowledge could see it, but the person who could see it at a glance was the only one.

"Cut, what's so strange about this, Ben Feng...... Qingfeng closed his mouth, no longer spoke, his slender arm waved, and there was an extra red spear in his hand, the gun was two meters long and three, the body of the gun had a mysterious spiral pattern and a flying phoenix pattern, the blade was quadrangular, and there were obvious grooves between the edges, at first glance, it seemed to be like a spiral flame spraying and burning at the top of the tip of the spear.

"Good gun! There seems to be a soul in it, could it be a soul gun?" Commander Mo felt the dragon bone sword in his hand trembling slightly, which was full of blazing battle intent, which was irrepressibly infected his emotions, igniting the blood on his body, and with a flick of his wrist, countless figures holding dragon bone swords suddenly appeared in the void, each with a different posture, the same was every sword swung out, and there was a dragon shadow breaking out of the sky in the milky white sword qi. Between breaths, a fine dragon-shaped sword network was formed very regularly.

This sword contains a bit of spatial mystery, and the distance from fifty meters away is instantaneous, so that people don't even have the time and opportunity to dodge, and Qingfeng's entire person has been shrouded in it.

Qingfeng's face showed a solemnity, but he couldn't see the slightest surprise, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, the flame flying phoenix in his hand drew a whole garden in the air, and the next moment, the space was distorted into an astonishing arc, and the entire fine dragon-shaped sword network turned into a sea of fire, and the fire dragon sword qi turned backwards and swept towards the other party.

Ding, Ding......

Commander Mo looked stunned, hurriedly dissolving the sword moves he had sent, and was so depressed that he wanted to scold his mother. A fire dragon sword qi swept down his neck, tearing a gap in his aura shield, and almost cut his throat by his own sword qi.

I don't know what strange means the other party used, but he actually distorted time and space, changing the spatial trajectory and time order of the sword momentum, so that he was almost injured by his own send.

"It's still that harmless little girl here, and this method is comparable to an old witch who has become a spirit. Grand Commander Mo muttered with a depressed face.

"Dead old man, you dare to scold Ben Feng'er for being an old witch, beware that I want to smash your stinky mouth!"

"Can you hear this?" Grand Commander Mo's eyelids twitched, and then he saw a slender palm appear in front of him, and then he heard a crisp slap sound;

"The old witch is looking for death!" "Grand Commander Mo was really furious, a dignified spirit realm would actually be slapped by someone, this is definitely an endless shame, even if the water of the three rivers and the four seas can't be washed away.

The whole person suddenly turned into a streamer, and it shot straight towards the green phoenix, and every time the void flickered, it made people have an urge to squirt blood, because it contained a sense of time and space confusion, and it was impossible to lock the specific location of this streamer.

Beams of milky white dragon-shaped sword qi shot out, this is the sword move released by the dragon bone sword, each dragon-shaped sword qi has the power of space, ordinary means cannot be blocked at all, the power of space and dragon-shaped sword qi are superimposed together, and its speed and attack power are terrifying to an unbelievable degree.

"The dead old man is really a bit genuine, it's the first time that Ben Feng'er has seen such a terrifying space-time sword momentum!" Qingfeng You muttered to himself, the flame flying phoenix spear in his hand flashed spiral flames at the same time, and each blazing flame showed a fire phoenix phantom, which looked much more solid than the other party's dragon-shaped phantom.

In the void, one after another dragon-shaped sword qi and fire phoenix spear shadows exchanged fireworks, entwined and fought, and there were bursts of sounds like foam breaking, and countless sparks and silver stars splashed in all directions, like fireworks dazzling.

Commander Mo had a gloomy old face, thinking that with this time sword momentum, he would be able to hit the opponent unexpectedly, but he didn't expect that the opponent's counterattack was also extremely sharp, especially the flame flying phoenix spear in the opponent's hand, it was even more extraordinary, and the spear actually contained the mystery of space, which seemed to be able to control and offset his own time and space sword momentum, and it seemed that it still had something to reserve, hiding its strength.

The power of the Spirit God Realm, which is also standing at the pinnacle, also has a difference between strength and weakness, and he can't see through the other party's cultivation realm, which can only explain a simple question, the other party is only stronger than himself.

Looking at this innocent and lovely pretty face, Commander Mo had an urge to vomit blood, who believed that a spirit realm power would be a harmless person or animal, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old little girl, either an idiot or a brain-dead.

At least in the eyes of Commander Mo, she was already a wrinkled old witch, who dared to look down on her, and the momentum on her body was rising, and a depressed low roar erupted from her throat;

The dragon bone sword in his hand slashed out of the air, and a low dragon groan resounded, still containing the mystery of time, but it was different from the previous sword momentum. This sword is to bury time, of course, to bury the opponent's time. The morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk, making a young girl instantly turn into Mrs. Longzhong, and making this hateful little girl show her original form.

"There is such a weird and terrifying mystical swordsmanship!" Qingfeng only felt that the space in front of him was pulled and distorted, and the qi and blood in his whole body were boiling, as if it was burning, making people feel a dry mouth and skin contraction and tightness, as if his time was really passing rapidly, this feeling made people tremble and tremble, as long as it was a person, there was no rapid passage of time without horror.

The Dragon Yin Burial Sword Technique was unleashed, and the corners of Commander Mo's mouth outlined an indifferent arc, as if he had seen the final result.

It's a pity that the object of his performance is not a person, but a spirit phoenix that has lived for thousands of years, and has a long and endless life extension in his blood, so the scene of sad white hair in the high hall mirror is destined not to appear.

"Dead old man, your dragon burial sword technique is indeed yin and ruthless enough! However, it is useless against Ben Feng'er!" Qingfeng said sarcastically, the flame flying phoenix spear in his hand shook in the void, and a high-pitched phoenix roar resounded through the nine heavens, and the surrounding air was flooded with ripple-like fluctuations, impacting the distorted space.

After a long time, this distorted and chaotic time and space returned to calm, and the last remaining sunset on the horizon was hidden by twilight, only a few points of starlight were seen, and a crescent moon was hooked.

"How is this possible? The old man's dragon burial sword technique can only be resolved unless it is one realm higher. Commander Mo's facial muscles twitched, looking at the still immature face, he couldn't believe his eyes, could it be that the realm of this old witch would be higher than himself?

Qingfeng seemed to dissolve the other party's dragon burial swordsmanship lightly, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, he really underestimated these people in the Holy Mountain, and casually walked out of a spiritual god realm powerhouse, all of whom had a profound foundation and terrible mastery, and suddenly became solemn and vigilant, and did not dare to be careless.

Commander Mo definitely didn't believe that the other party would be stronger than himself, and once again used the Dragon Yin Burial Sword Technique to attack Qingfeng, in his opinion, it was the mystery of the Flame Flying Phoenix Spear, which contained a wisp of phoenix breath, which had the effect of suppressing the Dragon Yin Burial Sword Technique, and it should be a Horcrux of not low grade. But the potential of the Horcrux is also limited, and it is impossible to use it endlessly, as long as it is consumed, it will be difficult to compete with his Dragon Burial Sword Technique.

Once, twice, three times......

Qingfeng just dissolved, and did not launch a counterattack, as if he was quite interested in this dragon burial swordsmanship, resisting again and again, carefully comprehending the mysteries in it, as long as he obtained a trace of essence, he could touch the inside and get a glimpse of its whole picture, which was used by me.

For the ninth time, Commander Mo almost went out with all his might, even if all the viewers under the height of a hundred meters, they could faintly feel that the space above their heads was pulling and distorting, and Qingfeng's whole person seemed to be wrapped in a layer of crystal mist, completely shrouded, and in all directions, countless dragon-shaped sword qi were constantly winding and attacking.

Poof! All this seemed to be in vain, a phoenix roared, the crystal mist body collapsed, hundreds of dragon-shaped sword qi turned into nothing, the starlight was dotted, and the crescent moon hung obliquely.

After failing to perform the Dragon Burial Sword Technique nine times in a row, Grand Commander Mo finally gave up this senseless means of attack. However, when he accepted the recruitment, he suddenly found that the other party's people and guns had disappeared in the blink of an eye, turning into a dream bubble, and the whole world fell silent.

At the level of the Spirit God Realm, there are very few things that cannot be seen clearly, so knowing that the other party has made a move, but he can't see it, it shows that the speed of the other party's blow has reached the point where even the light and shadow have completely disappeared.