long night walk

Chapter 1069 The Secret of Tiance Junshan Sword
When the flaming light punched out like the golden crow's descending punch, Feng Xu expressionlessly covered the frantically flicking eyeballs in his eye sockets.

Before the fist came, the clothes on the back quickly curled up and burned, exposing the pale and bloodless back skin.

He didn't turn around to meet the punch, a powerful breath burst out from within his body.

A huge fist wrapped in flames struck between his back.

Like a meteorite hitting a towering mountain range, the fire burst into clusters and splattered in all directions.

Fengxu's body remained motionless when he landed, but the ground under his feet suddenly collapsed and sank into a terrifying round pit with a diameter of tens of meters, in which the ground fire continued to burst into flames.

He stood in the huge pit with a slightly curved body, and the huge fire fist that landed on his back did not leave.

From a distance, he seemed to be carrying a huge fist like a mountain, and a raging fire was burning on his back.

But at this moment, Fengxu exploded with extremely terrifying physical strength.

Except for the clothes on the back that were burned to ashes, not to mention the skin, not even a strand of hair was burned.

He tightly covered his left pupil with both palms, and he didn't leave his cheek until the eyeball completely calmed down in the socket.

The fist that landed on the back trembled slightly, and the gods in the firelight let out a thrilling roar.

The fist was retracted a little, and then countless more explosive and raging flames began to condense on the fist, and once again hit his back with a punch!
Fengxu turned around with big strides, stretched out his left hand and raised it slightly.

A sharp nail quickly extended from the index finger, like a slender sharp sword, striking towards the raging fist.

The fist that was coming straight down suddenly tilted down, and fell into the huge round pit with a swipe.

There was a dull sound of thunder coming from the depths of the earth, and then the earth quickly cracked open from the edge of the round pit.

The raging fire gushes out from the gap, like pillars of divine fire rushing up to the clouds.

The Great Sun Flame God let out a muffled snort, and a shocking scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Before it hit the ground, the blood bead turned into bright flames and burned.

Fengxu sneered, and with a flick of the long and narrow nails pressed between his wrists, he chopped off the fist of the Great Sun Flame God at the wrist.

The huge fist fell to the ground and turned into a sea of ​​flames again.

Feng Xu stood in the blazing sea of ​​flames, and the surrounding fires did not dare to approach him at all.

When he raised his burnt nails, which were slightly charred, to the forehead of Da Ri's eyes, there was a cold smile on his face:
"The Great Sun Flame God summoned from the Judgment Scepter is certainly terrifying, but it's a pity that your luck is not very good.

At this moment, it is the coldest winter in the world, and it is located in a land of continuous snow mountains. The sun has already set, and the sky has entered a vast and cold night.

Even though your flames are endless, you can't summon the real fire of the sun that can really shake my body.

What a mistake, Mr. Tan Guang, at this moment, I am using two royal family corpse beads to fall into a demon, but after all, I have not really died and received a promise from the corpse demon.

In a sense, this seat is half immortal and half demon, and your flames are much less lethal to this seat..."

He smiled softly, and under the trembling gaze of the Great Sun Flame God, he inserted his slender nails into the center of his brow inch by inch.

Under one of his fingers, the huge god's body floated lightly, and then exploded in the air!

"Pfft!!!" The summoned fairy soul fell completely, which also brought a huge backlash to Tan Guangjun.

At the moment when the Great Sun Flame God dissipated, Tan Guangjun only felt that his head was split open by an invisible axe.

The pain almost made him faint from suffocation.

He supported the scepter and leaned against the mountain wall so that he didn't slip down in embarrassment, gasping for breath, his face pale as paper.

The Great Sun Flame God is a rare and powerful immortal soul among the Judgment Scepter, but in the hands of the Fallen Immortal Fengxu, he couldn't even survive two blows.

Although it has long been recorded in ancient texts, the strength and multiplier of all immortals who have fallen into demons, possessing both immortal and demonic powers, have negligible weaknesses and are extremely difficult to eradicate.

But only when he saw it with his own eyes today, did Tan Guangjun know that after falling into the devil, an immortal of Jinxian's level would be so terrifying to the point of despair?

The Flame God who could suppress the power of his corpse orb had already died.

Fengxu is familiar with the ancient and modern immortal law and Taoism, he possesses the supernatural powers of immortals, and also possesses the terrifying physical body of corpse demons.

The Royal Corpse Bead is an existence beyond life and death, even if he is temporarily defeated, he can continue to be reborn.

Tan Guangjun dare not imagine, what kind of means and strength can be used to kill him completely.

Do you want to run away, take His Majesty back to the heavens, and report this matter to Emperor Zun.

Monsters of this level are definitely not something he can solve...

The chaotic thoughts in my heart flew around.

There was a gust of wind blowing in my ears.

Immediately afterwards, under Tan Guangjun's stiff gaze, a figure flitted out.

After seeing how terrifying and powerful Fengxu was, the young corpse demon's aura increased instead of diminishing, and he couldn't restrain his trembling body and started to run in big strides in the snow.

Bai Lian's figure strode through the wind and snow, looking very light.

But every time his toes stepped on the ground, the ground rumbled like a huge war drum.

The snow in the distant mountains was rolling down rustlingly, as if in this mountain, river and world, it was bearing an unusually heavy weight.

The earth shook, and the wind and snow fell!
The raging fire turned from the shattered body of the Great Sun Flame God was cut across by Bai Li'an with the Tiance Junshan Sword in his hand.

The raging fire does not extinguish the front, but attaches between the blades and dyes the entire blade with a large area of ​​raging flames.

Every time Bai Lian stepped down, the wreckage of the gods that withered and left on the ground was shaken to jump high.

While running back and forth, every time Bai Lian swung his sword, he didn't hit Fengxu.

However, the flames of the god's wreckage, which were supposed to wither away gradually, suddenly flourished as if some kind of consciousness had been awakened.

Bai Lian seemed to be collecting half of the wreckage, and his sword cut across the wreckage.

The flame of Zhisheng touched the edge of the sword in his hand, and his aura surged and then stopped instantly, as if the power had been absorbed by the ordinary epee.

Feng Xu seemed to understand what Bai Lian was going to do, his eyes were deeply fixed, a pair of blood-red eyes and pupils fixed on the figure who was constantly shuttling through the wind and snow.

Soon, the pores of Bai Li'an's body opened, and blood like Tan Guangjun was sucked out of his body uncontrollably, turning into a puff of blood mist and drifting in his direction.

Bai Lian's movement in the mountain snow was slowed down for a moment, and he held the sword with one hand instead.

The left hand was empty, and the blood mist sucked out of the body instantly turned into a cold blood gun.

He turned the blood gun and picked up a handful of flames, which were extremely excited and sensitive to the blood of the corpse demon. In an instant, the whole blood gun was ablaze.

The palm of the hand holding the end of the gun rubbed lightly, the palm split open, and a wisp of purple blood overflowed, quietly blending into the flame gun.

Then he waved his arms, and the Flame Spear roared out, and the air waves rolled wildly, making a screaming sound in the wind.

Fengxu sneered disdainfully at the flame gun that was shot towards him:

"It's all useless work. I really think that I will be afraid that the corpse of the dead god will fail."

As if to show off his strength, he did not hide or evade, and even opened his mouth full of fangs, facing the flaming gun that was wrapped in a hurricane.

Trying to swallow the flames and blood into his stomach together.

Seeing the fallen fairy Fengxu who was so conceited after gaining the new mysterious power, the corners of Bai Li'an's lips curled up slowly.

"Pfft!!!!!!"

A clear sound piercing through the head resounded, and the scarlet blood mixed with white brain flowers slanted across the ground.

Strange...strange?
Feng Xu's body fell back two steps, his eyes were wide open in shock, full of inconceivability.

He lifted his hands up in vain, his eye balls moved down stiffly, looking at the flame gun that penetrated through his mouth and came out through his brain.

The severe pain was then conveyed to the brain belatedly.

Why? !why!why!
The power of his blood can penetrate his body!
It is clear that the person who has the irreversible power to suppress bloodlines with him is him who is carrying two royal corpse beads!

"Master Fengxu, have you forgotten..."

The Tiance Junshan sword in Bai Li'an's hand cut through the wrecked body of the Great Sun Flame God in a very short time.

Originally, the scorching fire that spread all over the mountains gathered in his sword, but only a faint layer of golden flames attached to it, burning on the edge of the sword in a leisurely manner.

The golden fire was like a flowing painting, igniting an unfinished faint inscription under the sword grid, and gathered it into a thin golden line, which slowly flowed across the entire body of the sword.

Holding the sword, Bai Lian approached Fengxu step by step, his body was still trembling, but there was a fearless faint smile on his face:
"Besides being a corpse demon, I am still His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Zhongyou Dynasty..."

"It seems that Lord Fengxu has read countless Taoist scriptures, but he doesn't know much about my Zhongyou's tricks.

As for the bloodline lord, my Aunt's Emperor Zixue is not something you can swallow if you want to. "

The Great Emperor Zixue protects trillions of dead spirits, and this spirit also includes gods.

With the blessing of that purple blood, the flames transformed from the remains of the gods can be strengthened a hundred times in an instant!
Although the wind and snow are in full swing at this moment, the sun and sky are not visible.

But Huoyan with the blessing of purple blood can really hurt Fengxu.

Although Fengxu whose face was completely pierced was not dead, his body had already started to burst out sparks like fireworks.

He roared angrily, crushing the flaming gun with both hands, and the thick blood hole in his mouth could even see the wind and snow behind him.

When he was a Golden Immortal, he was pressed by Baili'an every step of the way, but he willingly degenerated into a demon, his cultivation base greatly increased, and he was suppressed by his blood, yet he was able to hurt him.

This makes him not hate, not angry!
His eyes trembled, and Bai Lian's figure was clearly reflected in one pupil, and then the scene in it quickly reversed.

Hitomi killing technique!
Bai Lian frowned, and the left hand that threw the gun was suddenly twisted by a terrifying force.

With a click, his left hand twisted and bent in a strange arc.

But it was obvious that the blow just now made Fengxu's movements a little slow, giving Bailian enough time to react.

He dodged sideways, pulling out a ghostly afterimage in the space.

The next moment, his sword came in front of Fengxu.

Bai Lian drew his sword very fast, and Feng Xu's unique resilience of corpse demons was also extremely terrifying. The blood hole pierced through his head recovered in an instant.

Except that his face looked a little paler, it was hard to see that he had suffered such a serious injury just now.

The head was pierced, and even a Taoist like Tan Guangjun dared not claim to be able to survive.

For the sword that Bai Lian slashed, Feng Xu's whole body spiritual power mixed with this dark power poured into his arm.

He raised his arm with a full face and swung it directly to meet the blade.

The simple movement of waving the arm caused the energy between the heaven and the earth to become chaotic and turbulent, and a strong wind blew up.

The figure of Bai Lian, who was as fast as an afterimage, was frozen in the wind and snow, and his movements became clearly visible.

The faintly burning Tiance Junshan sword was in full bloom, and the sword energy rose like fireworks, turning into a pair of fire wings and rising from the sword.

This is Xi He's unique skill, the Great Sun Golden Crow Sword!

Combined with the Flame God's remnant flame, the power is even more deadly and dangerous.

Bai Lian, who was frozen in mid-air, suddenly accelerated several times, but this time, he couldn't even capture the afterimage.

Fengxu's arm failed to bounce off his sword, but a sharp bloody gash was cut between his arms.

He was never given a chance to react.

Afterimages of Bailian continued, and countless sharp golden sword shadows appeared in the space.

Every time the sword shadow fell, there was an extra wound on Feng Xu's body.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

Mr. Tan Guang, whose body was stiff, couldn't see Bai Lian's movement at all. He could only hear the silky sound like a thin knife cutting fish from the sound of heaven and earth.

Every wound cut by his sword cannot heal itself, and golden flames are burning in the wound.

From a distance, Fallen Immortal Fengxu's body looks like a squirrel mandarin fish sliced ​​beautifully by a chef with excellent knife skills.

The flesh on his body loosened into blood-colored flowers.

Cruel and beautiful.

"Ding!"

Finally, Fengxu flicked Bai Lian's sword away with his own sword.

Bai Lian did a backflip and flew backwards far away. When he landed, he seemed to be exhausted and unstable. He knelt on one knee and slid a long distance between the ground.

The blood drops mixed with the fire, rolled and splashed on the ground.

He looked at Bai Lian with dark eyes, his eyes were extremely dark.

Another sword skill he had never seen before.

Strange movement, strange sword.

The sword that cannot be attached to the spirit can successfully attach the spirit of the god through the flames of the remains of the god.

This lunatic!

There is order in the avenue, and there are rules in the way of heaven!
All spirit-possessed weapons are engraved on the souls of the monster race.

How dare he dare to be so outspoken and sacrifice the sword with the soul of a god!

But at this moment, the sword in this kid's hand, which should be classified as a mortal weapon, is capable of truly killing gods!
madman!What a madman!
The refiner who forged this sword is also a lunatic!
May I ask, is there any weapon master in the world who dares to forge such a sword that cannot be tolerated by the world with the consciousness of killing gods!
Apparently, continuously cutting out the sword skills that can break Fengxu's body will consume a lot of money for Bai Lian.

Under the pressure of Fengxu's blood, he kept panting heavily, the corpse beads in his heart vibrated at a high frequency, as if it was about to tear his heart apart, his body trembled as if his bones might fall apart at any time.

It's just that the moment he propped up the sword and stood up, the golden sword pattern on the sword was shining brightly.

At the same time, a tall and majestic God of Flame slowly stood up with him from behind him, opened his eyes at the same time as him, and stared deeply at the Fallen Immortal Fengxu.

(End of this chapter)