"Could it be that Feng Ziyue has already lost?"

Fei Hongqisu's vision is unique, her face is awe-inspiring, and her palms are already full of sweat.

The sword intent of death cannot be broken, Feng Ziyue can only dodge and resist, but there is no room for counterattack, if it goes on like this, I am afraid that it will be a failure again!

The last time she fought with the Sword Master, although the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint's martial arts swordsmanship was above her, she used trickery to defeat her with one move by hiding the sword in the sword.

Originally, she thought that with the cunning nature of the Sword Saint, she would inevitably have some tricks in dealing with Feng Ziyue, but she also speculated many times, but she didn't get the gist.

But he didn't want to fight today, but he was upright, so far, the two have only faced each other head-on, and they haven't seen any tricks played by the Sword Master.

It's a pity that I still can't see Feng Ziyue's chance of victory!

Also, when the Sword Saint comprehended the sword intent of death, as long as he relied on his majestic skills to suppress Feng Ziyue, Feng Ziyue had no chance to turn over at all, so why bother playing any tricks?

"Do you mean...... That's it......"

"No!"

She clenched her fists, her eyes shining.

"Feng Ziyue has been cultivating in the sword cave for three years, comprehending the realm of returning to the truth, there must be a trick, there must be a way to break this sword intent of death!"

There was a look of determination on her face.

"He must be able to! Father will never be wrong when he looks at people before he dies!"

A large part of the reason why she chose to cooperate with Feng Ziyue at the beginning was the last words of Yilan Guangyuan, the Lord of the Seven Stars who had been low-key all his life, but he had been observing others.

He had always wanted to find a successor. Can be fought against the Vermilion Bird Sword Master.

It's a pity that the only daughter is a woman, and his longevity has come to an end, although he saw Feng Ziyue's talent and beauty. But he didn't have a chance to cultivate, but before he died, he reminded his daughter to pay attention to this person.

Qilan Nishang is even more courageous than her father, she is desperate to even contribute the biggest secret sword cave gate of the Yilan clan, so that Feng Ziyue can enter it to cultivate, and create his strength to fight against the Sword Saint today.

Once he is gone for three years, he will definitely have a killer weapon to deal with the Sword Master!

Feng Ziyue, opposite the Sword Master, was in an increasingly embarrassing situation.

At this time, even if it is a slightly weaker martial arts person on the spotter. The strength and weakness have also been seen.

"Sword ...... The Sword God seems to have been suppressed by the Sword Master......"

"The Sword Saint is not moving, but Feng Ziyue is constantly rolling up and down, consuming physical energy, and now it seems. The strength and weakness have been divided!"

"In the end, it is a sword saint who became famous 10,000 years ago, although the sword god is strong, in the end, he is young, this battle is really a bit unfair. If you let the Sword God cultivate for a few more years......"

"Huh! You are stupid, how can you allow others to snore and sleep next to the couch? You can see that the Sword God will be unfortunate if he cultivates for a few more years, how can the Sword Saint allow him?"

The people present were almost not optimistic that Feng Ziyue would win!

In everyone's cognition. This is also a normal thing, no matter what. Feng Ziyue is just a rising star, the gap between him and the Sword Saint. That's 10,000 years.

If he can win, it will be a miracle!

A meaningful smile appeared on the face of the Great Priest.

"Some people are born to work miracles!"

Feng Ziyue was under the persecution of the sword intent of death, and he was drenched in sweat, and he had already reached the point of exhaustion, but his eyes were still firm, and there was no trace of panic in his expression.

"Feng Ziyue, you can still maintain your composure, but it also makes the old man very curious......

The Vermilion Bird Sword Saint sneered.

"Don't you know that maybe in the next moment, you will be killed by the sword in the old man's hand?"

"Now, what hole cards can you not have?"

The sword intent of death, indestructible, has firmly trapped Feng Ziyue, what room can he still resist?

No matter what hole cards you have, it's impossible to escape!

He will die!

In the eyes of the Sword Master, a kind of fanaticism has gradually appeared.

Kill the master of the Nine Great Galaxy level with one sword, defeat the Moon King Sword Formation, and kill Feng Ziyue today, in this half month, his reputation will be as high as the sky, and he will be truly right, completely controlling the entire Vermilion Bird Seven Nights.

No, now for him, the Suzaku Seven Nights are nothing, he has stepped into the peak realm, and from now on, what the sword blade refers to is the endless galaxy!

Feng Ziyue smiled slightly.

"The Sword Master's Death Sword Intent is indeed indestructible, and it can neither be resisted nor dodged permanently. ”

Death is an endless darkness, and any person will always die longer than he will live.

Death is a longer and broader existence than life.

The sword intent of death also seems to be endless, and no matter who it is, it is impossible to permanently avoid the pursuit of death.

"But ......"

Feng Ziyue raised his head, his eyes lit up, and his face was still awe-inspiring.

"The Sword Saint already knows death, but he doesn't know if he knows how to live?"

"Raw?"

The Sword Master frowned, a faint sense of foreboding.

"Yes, life is life, as opposed to death, just like a drop in the ocean......"

The life of an ordinary person is only a few short decades, before he was born, after he died, for a long time of hundreds of millions of years, he was in eternal sleep.

That is, the state of death.

Even if he is a martial arts master, he has a lifespan of thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, but compared to the eternal time, it is really not worth mentioning.

Compared to life and death, it seems to be just a little fluorescent light in the endless darkness.

"However, it is this fluorescent light that illuminates the entire galaxy!"

Feng Ziyue's momentum rose sharply, he clenched the long sword in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to fight back.

"Death can engulf everything, but there is always a certain time, a certain moment, that moment of life, just like a meteor, leaving a brilliant light!"

"For this moment, it's enough!"

"Juggernaut, do you understand?"

In the midst of Feng Ziyue's long laughter, he had already taken out his sword!

"Sure enough!"

A mysterious smile appeared on Daimaki's face again.

"A person like Feng Ziyue, when he stepped into the realm of returning to the truth, what he realized was precisely the sword intent of life that restrained the sword intent of the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint Death......

"If the Sword Master is not arrogant and invincible with the sword intent of death, but uses his own swordsmanship to deal with Feng Ziyue, I am afraid that this kid will have to work hard to win......"

"Now, ahem......"

The Great Priest lowered his head in a cough, but his face was full of smiles.

Feng Ziyue out of the sword!

Like a meteor in a moment, piercing the eternal darkness!

"How is that possible!"

Gen Mako jumped in disbelief.

The Sword Saint's face showed a strange expression, as if he was remorseful and confused.

This sword, so weak, seemed to be vulnerable in front of the invincible sword intent of death, but it pierced through the eternal darkness and pierced his throat!