Almost as the blood light burst out, the rippling sword on Tai Pan's waist trembled, and the same sense of the god-killing weapon, pulled Tai Pan's vision to Feng Xiaowen's battlefield in an instant.

It was clearly in the secluded position, but in front of Tai Pan's eyes, the infinite blood mist dispersed inadvertently, revealing the blood mist. The thunder and fire pillars carved with countless blurred reliefs, and the thunder and fire pillars, the remaining body of Lu Lingxiu, who was driving half of the flying sword, and the blood light that was falling towards the thunder and fire pillars, mixed with rust.

As well as Feng Xiaowen holding the sword, and the shattered space - the shattered space, there was an old Taoist with a gloomy face. He stretched out his palm, spread his five fingers, and covered Feng Xiaowen under the thunder and fire pillar with one palm.

The space where Feng Xiaowen is located is almost solidified between this palm, or is infinitely stretched. In Tai Pan's feeling, the blood-colored sword blade had clearly cut a distance in the void, but in his eyes, the blood-colored sword blade was frozen in the void, less than half an inch away from the thunder and fire pillar. No matter how Feng Xiaowen could activate the true energy around him, the half-inch distance was like an insurmountable natural barrier.

"What a pity, Feng Xiaowen, you are finally burdened by the word "Yi". The old Taoist came to break the space, his eyes stayed on the broken corpse of Lu Lingxiu, and for less than a moment, and then fell into Feng Xiaowen's hands, on the blood-colored sword.

"If this sword falls on me, I am afraid that the whole world will sing your name."

"Using the body of the divine realm, we will rebel against the Tao."

"In millions of years, there is only one chance."

"It's a pity that you gave up this opportunity yourself." Feng Xiaowen did not answer under the eyes of the old Taoist - at this time, Taipan suddenly realized that his hands holding the blood-colored sword had already dried up.

Under the cold flesh, I could not feel the traces of blood surging, nor could I feel the surging of the true energy flowing - Taipan's eyes, slightly upward, and then, inexplicably sadness surged into Taipan's heart in this moment.

Feng Xiaowen, the head of the Wanling Mountain in this empire, had already fallen. He held the long sword and wanted to cut off the thunder and fire pillar with one sword, but was just a corpse!

"If you don't care about those monsters, as soon as you step into this thunder fire formation, you will penetrate the thunder fire pillar. The power of your sword may be enough to cut off the thunder fire pillar."

"But, you have to bring those monsters along the way and give this blessed land time to evolve. After experiencing the refinement of the blessed land, although you have not achieved your full power, the thunder and fire in this thunder and fire pillar has already possessed the magnificent power of the heaven and earth. Such thunder and fire, even if you are a half-immortal like me, you need to be careful."

"Not to mention a mere soul?" As if he wanted to make Feng Xiaowen, he was not at ease even if he died. After restraining Lu Lingxiu's corpse, the old Taoist not only did not take away the Changping Sword, but instead slowly spoke to Feng Xiaowen's corpse, slowly telling the mystery of the thunder and fire pillar.

"What a pity, if you can grasp this only flaw, what can you do if you can do it?"

"Time is not on your side."

"God's will is me!" As the old Taoist said, a strong and extremely unwilling intention emerged on the Changping Sword. When the unwilling intention fell down in disgrace, the mottled rust appeared bit by bit again on the bloody blade. The blood surging on the Changping Sword and the sharp edge that tore everything were the same, little by little, inch by bit, one by one, dimming.

"How is this possible!" In the Ghost Star, looking at the scene in front of you and listening to the words in your ears, a wave of unparalleled unwillingness also emerged in Tai Pan's heart.

Taipan stretched out his hand, as if he was passing through the heavy space, and he put on the hilt of the Changping Sword. In the next moment, everything the Changping Sword experienced after being unsheathed was displayed in front of Taipan...

When the sword fell, the infinite runes of thunder and fire between the sword and the pillar of thunder and fire were born and destroyed, and then completely submerged under the sword light.

Similarly, the infinite thunder and fire in the pillar of thunder and fire also rolled back along the long sword, spreading between Feng Xiaowen's meridian acupoints, and even between flesh and blood, cleaning up all the true essence, blood, etc. around him.

Even so, Feng Xiaowen was not shaken at all, but was extremely determined, holding a long sword and slashing towards the pillar of thunder and fire.

The closer the long sword was to the pillar of thunder and fire, the more intense the thunder and fire that surged in its body, until the raging thunder and fire completely annihilated the true energy in its body, turning its bones and blood into ashes.

But even so, the man had already carried his last breath and slashed towards the thunder and fire pillar with his sword. Then, the sky cracked open, and the space was stretched and extended, so that before the long sword touched the thunder and fire pillar, Feng Xiao's last breath completely dissipated in his bra, leaving only a strong unwillingness to talk.

"Feng Xiaowen, don't blame me for being despicable."

"Hero, my enemy, a person like you, and with this long sword in your hand, how could I feel at ease if I don't slap your last breath?"

The vast energy of heaven and earth condensed into a jade step by step under the feet of the old Taoist, and the old Taoist was calm and calm, stepping on the jade step, slowly descending from the sky, and making a left hand gesture to activate the infinite fortune in the thunder and fire formation, and to inject all this infinite fortune into the 108 pillars of thunder and fire.

At the same time, the Taoist man's other hand took off the scabbard of the Changping Sword from Feng Xiaowen's waist, and put the scabbard into the scabbard bit by bit from the sharp edge of the Changping Sword.

With the movements of this old Taoist, Tai Pan and the Changping Sword also became indifferent little by little.

"Buzz buzz..." The buzzing sound sounded from Taipan's waist. Instinctively, Taipan caught the rippling sword on his waist.

"Are you unwilling to accept it either!" Taipan lowered his head and made a deep voice at the rippling sword at his waist - the bloody mist covering the entire thunder and fire array was accompanied by the long flat sword locked in it bit by bit by bit, gradually becoming thinner. In the blood, countless shadows of shadows interlaced.

"But, what can I do if I'm not willing?"

"I am just a first-time Yin God."

"Even magic weapons have never been sacrificed and refined."

"I can only walk with the wind and waves like a rootless floating duckweed."

"What can I do!" Taipan held the hilt of the sword of the languid sword, and the languid sword was as cold as usual.

However, the coldness not only did not calm down as usual, but instead made Taipan's unwillingness become more and more depressed.

"What can I do for it!" The extremely sharp sword sounded, and the old man suddenly echoed in the entire thunder and fire formation. This was the long flat sword in Feng Xiaowen's hand, struggling...

"What can I do?"

"Can you just accept your fate?" Holding the rippling sword on your waist, feeling the increasingly weak connection between him and the Changping sword, Tai Pan's face gradually became distorted.

"Whether human or demon."

"The practitioner never accepts his fate!" A faint sound rang out in Taipan's ears. After a moment, the sound turned into a Hong Zhong Dalu, echoing in Taipan's mind.

"A person dies sooner or later."

"If you accept your fate, why do you have to practice!"

"Remember, practitioners will never accept their fate!" In front of Tai Pan's eyes, a bloody mist was rolling, as if it was taking Tai Pan back to Wanling Mountain, between the extremely familiar valleys - all of their little demons, led by the great demons in the divine realm of Wanling Mountain, learned about practice, the first lesson!

"I will never accept my fate!"

"The practitioner will never accept his fate!" Taipan held the right hand of the sword hilt, and blue veins burst and rose, making Taipan's originally slender palm look extremely terrifying.

"Is it just a sword power?" Taipan's eyes fell on the thunder and fire pillar located in the Tianji position that was slowly becoming blurred.

Almost as the blood light burst out, the rippling sword on Tai Pan's waist trembled, and the same sense of the god-killing weapon, pulled Tai Pan's vision to Feng Xiaowen's battlefield in an instant.

It was clearly in the secluded position, but in front of Tai Pan's eyes, the infinite blood mist dispersed inadvertently, revealing the blood mist. The thunder and fire pillars carved with countless blurred reliefs, and the thunder and fire pillars, the remaining body of Lu Lingxiu, who was driving half of the flying sword, and the blood light that was falling towards the thunder and fire pillars, mixed with rust.

As well as Feng Xiaowen holding the sword, and the shattered space - the shattered space, there was an old Taoist with a gloomy face. He stretched out his palm, spread his five fingers, and covered Feng Xiaowen under the thunder and fire pillar with one palm.

The space where Feng Xiaowen is located is almost solidified between this palm, or is infinitely stretched. In Tai Pan's feeling, the blood-colored sword blade had clearly cut a distance in the void, but in his eyes, the blood-colored sword blade was frozen in the void, less than half an inch away from the thunder and fire pillar. No matter how Feng Xiaowen could activate the true energy around him, the half-inch distance was like an insurmountable natural barrier.

"What a pity, Feng Xiaowen, you are finally burdened by the word "Yi". The old Taoist came to break the space, his eyes stayed on the broken corpse of Lu Lingxiu, and for less than a moment, and then fell into Feng Xiaowen's hands, on the blood-colored sword.

"If this sword falls on me, I am afraid that the whole world will sing your name."

"Using the body of the divine realm, we will rebel against the Tao."

"In millions of years, there is only one chance."

"It's a pity that you gave up this opportunity yourself." Feng Xiaowen did not answer under the eyes of the old Taoist - at this time, Taipan suddenly realized that his hands holding the blood-colored sword had already dried up.

Under the cold flesh, I could not feel the traces of blood surging, nor could I feel the surging of the true energy flowing - Taipan's eyes, slightly upward, and then, inexplicably sadness surged into Taipan's heart in this moment.

Feng Xiaowen, the head of the Wanling Mountain in this empire, had already fallen. He held the long sword and wanted to cut off the thunder and fire pillar with one sword, but was just a corpse!

"If you don't care about those monsters, as soon as you step into this thunder fire formation, you will penetrate the thunder fire pillar. The power of your sword may be enough to cut off the thunder fire pillar."

"But, you have to bring those monsters along the way and give this blessed land time to evolve. After experiencing the refinement of the blessed land, although you have not achieved your full power, the thunder and fire in this thunder and fire pillar has already possessed the magnificent power of the heaven and earth. Such thunder and fire, even if you are a half-immortal like me, you need to be careful."

"Not to mention a mere soul?" As if he wanted to make Feng Xiaowen, he was not at ease even if he died. After restraining Lu Lingxiu's corpse, the old Taoist not only did not take away the Changping Sword, but instead slowly spoke to Feng Xiaowen's corpse, slowly telling the mystery of the thunder and fire pillar.

"What a pity, if you can grasp this only flaw, what can you do if you can do it?"

"Time is not on your side."

"God's will is me!" As the old Taoist said, a strong and extremely unwilling intention emerged on the Changping Sword. When the unwilling intention fell down in disgrace, the mottled rust appeared bit by bit again on the bloody blade. The blood surging on the Changping Sword and the sharp edge that tore everything were the same, little by little, inch by bit, one by one, dimming.

"How is this possible!" In the Ghost Star, looking at the scene in front of you and listening to the words in your ears, a wave of unparalleled unwillingness also emerged in Tai Pan's heart.

Taipan stretched out his hand, as if he was passing through the heavy space, and he put on the hilt of the Changping Sword. In the next moment, everything the Changping Sword experienced after being unsheathed was displayed in front of Taipan...

When the sword fell, the infinite runes of thunder and fire between the sword and the pillar of thunder and fire were born and destroyed, and then completely submerged under the sword light.

Similarly, the infinite thunder and fire in the pillar of thunder and fire also rolled back along the long sword, spreading between Feng Xiaowen's meridian acupoints, and even between flesh and blood, cleaning up all the true essence, blood, etc. around him.

Even so, Feng Xiaowen was not shaken at all, but was extremely determined, holding a long sword and slashing towards the thunder and fire pillar.
Chapter completed!