This face has a kind of calm that the sky is falling without being shocked. The sense of arbitrariness that Ren Da has messed up the heavens and his freedom from the outside world makes people look at it and can't forget it.

At this time, his eyes and thoughts converged on Feng Qingyang's body under the demon cliff, and compared with the towering mountains, there was a strong sense of a drop in the ocean.

Maybe it was because of what his eyes were looking for, the moment he stayed on Feng Qingyang's body, the originally plain Demon Cliff moved slightly, it was okay not to move, but under this movement, it broke the original charm.

Thousands of scratches turned into a surging murderous aura, stirring up the wind and clouds in all directions, and in the midst of the roar, the entire Nine Heavenly Palace suddenly turned into a strange dark red.

As the dark red exhaled, the mountains on all sides also shook, and various streamers appeared, shooting out from the top of the hurricane, piercing the sky.

"It's not a thing in the pool, how can you be trapped in this cave world?" In the middle of heaven and earth, there was a heroic laughter, when this laughter appeared, the streamers that appeared entered and exited this place into the demon cliff, and the faces of the people in the sky dissipated, like the wind was clear and the clouds were faint, and they had not appeared.

The wind Qingyang in meditation shook suddenly, and he suddenly stood up on his knees, his eyes were slightly open, and his bright gaze spread out from within his eyes, like two knives, sweeping across the air on the opposite cliff of entering the demon.

The wind surged, and the demon cliff instilled by countless streamers turned into a mirror in an instant, and inside this mirror, there was a person standing, who had his back to the wind and was holding a very thin green steel sword.

At a glance, he almost thought that the other party was Qianyi, but when he looked at it again, this person had the shadow of Lige and Mo Qianxiao, as if he was alone, and encompassed thousands of people.

The figure waved the thin sword in his hand, cutting through the sky, the heavens and the earth trembled with his dance, the supreme power shattered the sky, and when he danced to the last moment, the figure suddenly turned to face the wind Qingyang.

But when he saw his face clearly, Feng Qingyang spurted out a mouthful of blood, his heart was shocked, and he looked at the demon cliff in front of him in disbelief, this person had no face.

The hollow paleness, without the slightest trace of the outline of the facial features, everything is clean and clean, like a delicate white paper, but in this white paper, there is a kind of weirdness and charm.

He didn't understand, he didn't understand why the person who left this demon cliff had no face, it stands to reason that he should be the city lord of Sin City, but he had never seen his cheap and powerful master.

"Could it be because I haven't seen it?" Feng Qingyang muttered in a low voice, and then suddenly raised his right hand and made a gesture towards the void, and he didn't know where a thin bamboo pole floated from, and he held it in his palm casually.

The wind rises!

Since I have not seen it, then I will not see it, and you have left me with a paleness, is it implying that I will have me to describe at will? I am him, and he is who I am now?

He followed the figure in the mirror and waved the bamboo pole in his hand, and slowly entered a special rhythm, which was not the power of the bamboo pole in his hand, but the moment the wind began to dance, it faintly conformed to a rule, so that when he waved the bamboo pole, there would be a strange law in the place centered on him.

The dark red and countless streamers that shrouded the Nine Heavenly Palaces were reversed in an instant, and the swirling nests that evolved beside the north wind Qingyang devoured and sucked them one after another.

The figure in the mirror waved the green steel sword in his hand, millions of sword qi were all over the void, there was a kind of heaven and earth that was the sword, and where there was him, it was the feeling of the sword, when the spiral nest devoured the Quartet streamer, the spiral nest beside him quickly turned into a black hole, devouring everything.

Feng Qingyang's heart moved at will, following the sword swing of the person in the mirror, and the swirling nest quickly enlarged, until finally, it turned into a huge mouth, which looked as if it could devour heaven and earth.

The earth shook, and the breath belonging to the Nine Heavenly Palaces quickly swept up from the broken surface, and after the sudden distortion, it almost turned into substance, and under the convergence of all of them, it quickly turned into a strand.

And this one, not an ordinary breath, but after the twisting, there was a piercing red name, twisting and rubbing the heavens and the earth, turning into a thin long sword, this sword was lightless, but when it appeared, it suddenly converged into the bamboo pole in Feng Qingyang's hand, so that what he was holding was no longer a bamboo pole, but a real sword, a sword made by the power of heaven and earth.

Under the swing of the sword, nine rays of light shot out, seemingly about to disperse, but in the end it suddenly condensed, between the real and the unreal, but under the swing, it was the heaven and the earth, and the powerful coercion emitted seemed to destroy everything.

After a sword, Feng Qingyang's whole body suddenly rioted, there was no other in heaven and earth, there was only a huge sword of heaven and earth, he flicked his wrist, and pulled out a sword flower with his strength, and the silver-white light escaped into the mirror, the faceless person.

When the two came into contact, there was a sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse, sparks were everywhere, and the sword qi that shot out began to slowly carve in the mirror.

The sound of collision came, and in the end, a roar was formed, surrounding the entire Nine Heavenly Palace, and the crushing qi waves all turned into fierce sword qi in an instant.

The hurricane shook, several disciples walked out of their respective caves, suspended in the void, looking at the wind Qingyang who was wantonly dancing the thin sword below, he carried the sword on his back with his backhand, closed his eyes and stood still like a mountain, all at this moment, there was a sense of accumulating the most powerful power in the world.

Like the prelude to a storm, more like the dullness of a volcano about to erupt, standing there, the small figure, like a beast about to wake up, once he moves, I am afraid that he will swallow the sky one day.

At this moment, the rules of the heavenly capital were operating, and an indescribable powerful suppression appeared, oppressing the heavens and the earth, so that this supreme Nine Heavenly Palace appeared with a roaring sound in an instant.

"I understand, the reason why he can be a master and a senior brother is because they have comprehended the true meaning of entering the Demon Cliff, but I have been confined to the shackles of the sword, in fact, I am him, he is me, the reason why he has no facial features is because I have not really comprehended. ”

Feng Qingyang's closed eyes slowly opened, and at the moment he opened them, a dazzling golden light shot out, and he was still carrying the sword on his back, but he was mixed up and down, but it exuded a powerful opportunity.

Finally, he moved, the oblique sword was raised, and he waved it at the mirror in front of him at will, and under this swing, the original roof man instantly had well-defined facial features, which were extremely agile and lifelike, and this person was himself.

Rumble!