This time, the tens of millions of Demon Sect disciples brought by Feng Wuyi turned into nothingness like this, as if they had never appeared.

A gentle gust of wind blew the puff of dust and smoke away, and there was no trace of it in the world again. Those Demon Sect disciples were as if they had never appeared.

Feng Wuyi was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were already full of deep bloodshots.

"I want you to pay with blood!" There were no superfluous words, only a cold oath wafting through the air.

Smile with the wind, shake your head, and don't care about it. After a while, he spoke, "It's okay, I'll send you to see them soon." It's good that you're here today, I just don't have the whereabouts of the sword. ”

"You can try, but the sword!"

The wind was even more gloomy and cold, but the sword was raised again, accompanied by the familiar roar of "buzzing". The sword light rose in all directions, like a bright galaxy in the sky falling down to the mortal world, spreading out in this void. Like a mighty scroll, the mountains and rivers rise and fall in the purple sword light, and there are thousands of weather.

Such a vast scroll turned around in mid-air, and shrouded the mountains of the Kunlun Sect below.

"You killed my disciples, and I want you to taste it too!"

At this moment, Feng Wuyi was like a mad demon, his eyes were red, and there were bursts of roars like beasts in his mouth. The only sword in his hand became a tool for him to vent, waving it indiscriminately, and the sword qi crisscrossed one after another, as if the killing aura of thousands of troops washed down from top to bottom.

"Click, click, click......"

The sound of cracking came from under everyone's feet, and cracks spread out like a huge net on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

Connection. The crowd was shocked and retreated to the rear. However, the speed at which the mountain shattered was obviously much faster than the speed at which they retreated, and some of those who had stepped into the foundation building period all jumped up one after another and hung in the air. And the rest can only watch, and the cracks under their feet spread rapidly, enveloping the entire mountain.

"Don't panic! Stay where you are!"

Fang Xianzi shouted loudly, and the clear words filled the four directions. There was also a calming effect in his voice, and everyone calmed down a little as they listened to his words. However, the scene was still a little chaotic. Fang Xianzi looked at it and frowned. The sword above was already approaching and was about to fall at any moment, and if it didn't take any action, it would be too late to regret it. But until now, the wind has still not done anything. It's as if you don't see it at all.

"You've just got a vault. Do you think that there is no rival in the world? You shouldn't have taken this thing out in front of me. ”

Seeing that the picture-like sword light had reached the top of the mountain. The engulfing heat wave has enveloped everyone in it.

Only then did the wind speak unhurriedly, and the figure flashed, shuttling through time and space and stopping in front of the sword light. Except for the sound of the trembling of the garment in the wind. There was no other sound.

"Broken!"

Exhaled and swallowed with the wind, the Adam's apple shook, and the sound in his mouth erupted like a match. The earthquake shook the void in all directions as if a muffled thunder rose out of thin air, and the snow on the trees on the top of Kunlun Mountain flew away under such an invisible and qualitative sound.

Sui Feng grabbed a handful of his left hand, pinched an empty fist, and slammed his head towards the oncoming sword light.

Behind him, the phantom of the Great Thousand Worlds Realm shone brightly. Overwhelming, not only the long sky behind him, but also the towering Kunlun Mountains below him were dyed with a layer of bright purple brilliance.

The illusory shadow in the New World Realm on that side was vivid, as if it were real, and endless immortal power was transmitted from above the illusory shadow through layers of void. It was poured into the fist of the wind, and at the stroke of this punch, the heavens and the earth trembled, the stars reversed, and the endless void surrendered to the momentum of the wind.

"This is the breath of the Heavenly Dao?"

Feng Wuyi's face changed, and he suddenly wrinkled.

He seemed to see that in Suifeng's punch, a huge Heavenly Dao Falun was slowly spinning, and a trace of dull Heavenly Dao aura flowed out of it and poured into Suifeng's punch.

The world-shaking punch that flashed with endless light finally bombarded with the dull sword light of Feng Wuyi, this time there was no rumbling bombardment, and the mighty and incomparable picture scroll was under such a punch with the wind, but in an instant, it collapsed.

The purple sword light flew in all directions, like a pool of still water, and suddenly broke into the foreign object. The calm surface suddenly rippled, and with the punch of the wind, he rode the wind and waves, and rushed forward bravely, rushing all the way from the periphery of the sword light.

"Dang!"

His fist slashed all the way in, slamming into the sword in the middle of the scroll.

With a soft groan, the only sword seemed to be unable to withstand the force of the wind, and with a sword groan, it turned into a purple streamer and instantly shook back.

Sui Feng looked in his eyes, his expression did not change at all, and his arm shook. Sheng Sheng stretched out all the remaining sword qi, slashed through the middle layer of void, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Feng Wuyi.

The endless energy pressed straight at him, locking up all his space to dodge and move. The beard on his head fluttered incessantly under such a strong force, "How is it possible, how can you have ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was bombarded by this punch.

Feng Wuyi's body crossed an arc in mid-air, and flew upside down far away.

Watching coldly with the wind, the sleeve robe was unfurled, and all the light and shadow dissipated when he landed. The space around this has become clear and warm again.

In the calm starry sky, such a young man stood quietly, as if all the beauty in the world had gathered on him.

Sui Feng slowly stretched out his hand, and as soon as he grabbed his five fingers, he heard the sound of a sword groaning. The sword that had flown upside down before turned back again, and he held it in his hand.

"It's finally perfect, and I'm finally worthy of you. Otherwise, if this sword is lost, I will not be able to explain it. The wind gently stroked the blade of the sword and let out a long sigh. Looking at the long sword in front of him, he seemed to see the Ziwei Emperor resurrected here again and stood in front of him.

Although he had never met the Ziwei Emperor, he always remembered that the three Dao bones on his chest were left by him. It is all thanks to him that he has achieved such achievements today, and his heart will always be filled with some different emotions.

It's like he's facing his father, giving him everything without asking for anything in return.

As he thought about this, he was interrupted by a burst of laughter. When he looked up, he found that at some point the wind had returned to him.

Although his body was covered in wounds, for some reason he still had a big smile on his face. With a mocking look on his face, "Ha Luha, do you think I will be so stupid, can I send this only sword to your hand for nothing?"

Sui Feng was stunned, but he only thought about getting this Weizun sword before, but he didn't think too much about it. When he looked down like this, he found that there was a black mark in his palm at some point, but he had never seen it before. It looked black, and it looked like some kind of mark.

Although I don't know what this thing is, Sui Feng also understands that it must not be a good thing.

"Give it to me!"

Suddenly, a thick voice came from the top of Suifeng's head, and Suifeng subconsciously looked up, and found that a spatial channel had quietly generated and hovered above his head.

Then, before he could come back to his senses, he felt a strong pulling force pass from the Weizun sword in his hand. The force of this pull was extremely huge, and it came very suddenly, and the wind did not notice it for a while, and the palm of the hand was subconsciously loosened. The only sword in his hand suddenly took off his hand, turned into a streamer of light, and rushed into the gray passage. (To be continued......)