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The disciple trapped in the wrinkled space folded his whole body, his flesh and blood were separated, and his blood splashed, as if he was being cut by endless wind blades again, which was extremely tragic.

Wang Cannian's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, ""Yan Ling Sword Art"!"

A rusty sword suddenly appeared from his hand. As soon as Fang fell into the void, the rust spots on it peeled off piece by piece, showing a red crystal light. The whole sword was condensed like billowing magma. Under the "Yan Ling Jian Jue", there was an extremely scorching breath.

bass!

A hole was opened in the wrinkled space in front of him, but Wang Cannian felt the extremely sharp cutting force coming from all directions, he immediately stopped his figure, and then retreated more than ten feet backward.

Feng Chenzi's strength was much stronger than imagined, and he drove everyone back with just one strike.

Gong Yangjue's face was heavy, and he poured his true essence into the blade of the sword fiercely, and the pattern named "Abyss of Ze" became brighter and brighter, and he saw a huge and incomparably large sword suddenly pulled out from the mud. The palm of his hand is about to grab Feng Chenzi.

The essence of the Abyss of Ze, where water and soil blend together, is neither attack nor defense, but restraint.

Feng Chenzi's two pupils were like stars, with a wave of his hand, the jasper-like long sword immediately burst out a thick and straight beam of light, swooping down at an extremely terrifying speed, directly piercing through the big muddy hand.

The big hand suddenly collapsed, and the true energy condensed in it flew everywhere.

"Let's go together!" Wang Cannian shouted immediately, knowing that one-on-one had no chance of winning.

With an order, all the sword masters displayed their unique skills. Most of them practiced the third-order classics. With the Lingbao in their hands, the power suddenly became stronger, and countless sword shadows shot up into the sky, dense like a storm. The mixed and huge aura of true essence swept across like a mighty Yangtze River, and it seemed that it was about to annihilate Feng Chenzi.

Feng Chenzi's face was as sinking as water, and he didn't have the slightest concern at all. He just raised the long sword as steadily as a mountain, and said calmly: ""Beiming Fengshen Jue"!"

These five words were like a heavy hammer hitting Gong Yangjue's heart fiercely, causing his expression to change drastically. You must know that this is a classic of the fifth-order martial arts.

The next moment, countless sword shadows of different colors condensed into one strand and blasted towards Feng Chenzi, but the moment they touched his figure, they didn't stagnate at all, and actually penetrated through his body.

"Hahahahaha!"

Feng Chenzi raised his head and laughed, but the green clothes gradually became blurred, and under the attack of countless sword shadows, they began to shatter, like torn strips of cloth.

In the blink of an eye, there was a scream, and several Jianzong disciples fell into a pool of blood, their hearts were pierced with shocking holes.

"Oops!"

It was only then that Gong Yangjue remembered that the profound meaning of the wind element lies in its body skills and speed, and it is only at random that spiritual treasures that are almost teleported in space, such as Gale Wind Seal, can be derived.

But when this thought appeared, the clothes on his chest were already torn, and a jasper long sword appeared silently, the blade was not half an inch into the heart, and it was still going deep.

"The Abyss of Ze!"

Gong Yangjue sensed that his life was in great danger, and while retreating wildly, he swung the sword in his hand with all his strength, and the mud on the ground suddenly pulled up more than ten lines of mud like strange snakes and pythons, covering the A ghostly prostitute.

The mud hit his body, with a moist and strong smell of mud, which made Feng Chenzi's frown deeper, and his killing intent became heavier. However, his forward speed was indeed affected by the Zezhi Abyss, and it slowed down, leaving it to the ram. There is absolutely no life.

"Break!"

With a whisper, the breeze blows towards the face, but it is like a finely razor blade, breaking the mud covering the feet instantly.

bass!

The blade penetrated deeper, almost touching Gong Yangjue's heart, which gave him a strong sense of suffocation.

""Sword of Yan Ling"!"

The scene in front of him became blurred because of the blazing heat, Fengchenzi felt that his eyebrows were going to be burned up, the wind had no obvious restraint effect on the fire, but instead could encourage the momentum of the fire element.

Compared with killing Gong Yangjue, Feng Chenzi was more concerned about whether his hair and clothes would be burned, so he drew out his sword decisively and slashed towards the left side with great force.

boom!

The stone bricks on the ground that weighed a thousand catties exploded directly, showing a sword mark as thick as the mouth of a bowl and went straight away. The powerful and fierce true essence made Wang Cannian unable to resist, and he flew out obliquely, injuring ten people along the way. Many disciples of Jianzong.

Right now the place has become a mess, but no one can escape from Feng Chenzi's nose, as long as he casts the fifth-level classics, no one can keep up with his speed.

Gong Yangjue, who was regressing, sat down on the ground with his left hand covering his chest, the blood soon stopped, but the wound on his heart still felt extremely painful. Fortunately, Feng Chenzi's true energy didn't penetrate into the primordial spirit sea, otherwise he would die on the spot within a few moments.

He looked at those Jianzong disciples who were easily harvested by Feng Chenzi like clumps of weeds. He was extremely angry, but there was a trace of despair.

Over the years, even though Jianzong has regained some vitality, no one has the strength to be able to sit in the sect. She originally thought that Nangong Qiushui could break through to the peak of Tianmang, but she did not expect to encounter such a big blow when she was retreating. crisis.

Could it be that the Tianxuan Sword Sect, which has a foundation of thousands of years, is really going to perish in the hands of this Beiming sect?

Unwilling!

Feng Chenzi's face was stern, without the slightest emotion, he was just slaughtering the lives of Jianzong disciples, it was extremely easy, even easier than chopping firewood.

However, there are many disciples of Jianzong, not to mention the outer sect, over the past few years there have been more than a hundred disciples of the inner sect, and thousands of disciples of the outer sect. Eliminate all of them, but it is still possible to hold all the people here.

As soon as the sword was swung, the edge of the sword was cold, causing the warm blood to solidify quickly, and it was about to chop the immature inner sect disciple under the sword.

At this moment, a very thin azure blue silk thread shot from a distance, and its speed had reached the point where it was impossible to predict, which surprised Fengchenzi, and what shocked him even more was the condensed The power in this thread.

boom!

The front end of the silk thread landed on the blade, Feng Chenzi felt a huge force rushing towards him, almost unable to hold the sword, causing his body to tremble violently, the blade deflected a few inches, cutting Cut off the bun of that inner disciple.