Old ghost Fang's face was full of worry, but he could only pray in his heart that Zhou Qiankun could win.
Zhou Qiankun did not respond to the curse spirit's words.
The curse spirit waved the black sickle and clashed with Zhou Qiankun's sword.
The sword energy collided with the black sickle, making a deafening sound.
A trace of determination flashed in Zhou Qiankun's eyes. He knew that his condition at the moment was not good, but he had no intention of backing down.
Even if we have experienced four life-and-death battles, even if the spiritual power in our body is exhausted, even if our soul is injured by the Six Juetian of the Underworld...
Today, he will kill the cursed spirit and avenge Taixuan Sect!
He took a deep breath, and all the strength in his body burst out instantly.
"boom!"
Zhou Qiankun's sword became more powerful, and he slashed at the cursed spirit with one strike.
The face of the curse spirit changed slightly, and he felt the powerful aura emanating from Zhou Qiankun.
"Hmph, do you think you can beat me like this?"
The curse spirit sneered and waved the black sickle again, colliding with Zhou Qiankun's sword.
The sword energy and the black sickle intertwined with each other, forming a huge energy vortex.
The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.
Zhou Qiankun gritted his teeth, all the strength in his body continued to surge out, and his eyes revealed firm determination.
He knew that he had reached his limit at this moment, but he had no intention of backing down.
"You are right, I have been fighting without a moment's rest."
Zhou Qiankun spoke coldly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"But I won't lose!"
Zhou Qiankun roared angrily, and all the power in his body burst out again.
"White Tiger Taoism, Qinglong Taoism, Phoenix Taoism."
From Zhou Qiankun's divine palace, white tigers, green dragons, and phoenixes flew out.
The three holy spirits stand proudly above the nine heavens and still possess an invincible grace.
The curse spirit looked at this scene, its skull face trembling slightly, but it was unexpected that Zhou Qiankun still had the energy to use the three Holy Spirit spells.
The curse spirit took a serious look at Zhou Qiankun and saw the cracks on his divine palace and the cracks on his soul.
It continued to sneer: "It seems that in the battle with the Six Juetian of the Underworld, you were seriously injured, and your soul was broken. The three major Holy Spirit spells are your last trump card, right?"
Zhou Qiankun didn't say a word, just waved his hand, and the three holy spirits came to kill him with terrifying pressure.
The power of the curse is strong on the curse spirit.
Facing Zhou Qiankun's full blow, it also performed a killing technique.
"The death sickle, the blood chain seduces the soul, and curses the world!"
The black sickle in his hand exuded the aura of death, as if it was held by the hand of a death god, and he swung it down suddenly, slashing at the killing white tiger.
Under this knife, a tiny gap opened in the space.
The blood-colored iron chains on his body shot out, and the blood color became more intense, exuding a soul-stirring aura that made people shudder.
The bloody chain went straight towards Qinglong to kill him, and its momentum dimmed Qinglong's thunder a little.
The terrifying curse power exploded, possessing the power to curse and kill the whole world. The sky was filled with dark clouds, as if the whole world was afraid.
This terrifying power of curse enveloped the Phoenix, and even the Phoenix's true fire was extinguished in a large area, making it unbearable.
The six ultimate moves were fought in the air, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to shatter.
On the earth, hundreds of miles of magma rolled, hitting the mountains like waves, and the world turned into a sea of fire.
Above the sky, there was lightning and thunder, and the sound of space breaking could be vaguely heard. The hundreds of miles of airspace was extremely violent, and no one could get close.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the fight came to an end, and terrifying energy fluctuations spread out and impacted in all directions.
And in the center of the battlefield, a ten-foot-long spatial crack was torn apart.
The power generated in the center of this collision actually reached the level of a strike from heaven and man, tearing apart the space.
Amidst the violent energy fluctuations, Zhou Qiankun's white clothes were stained with blood, and several scars were washed out on his body.
However, even though his body was stained with blood, he remained extremely determined and used his last strength to cast the last sword.
"Holding a sword and wearing a white clothed face, the gods and demons will die with a sword and a funeral song!"
In Zhou Qiankun's body, the power of the six avenues wrapped around the sword, making the sword's power reach its peak.
The sword energy shines brightly in the world, making people feel in awe, and they only feel that this sword is not a sword in the world.
The sword light cut through the violent energy fluctuations and stabbed at the head of the cursed spirit.
The power of this sword caused the curse spirit to change color and make an incredible sound.
"Impossible. You are already scarred and even your soul has cracks. Why can you still use such a sword?"
Zhou Qiankun remained speechless, with only one thought in his mind: kill it!
In panic, the curse spirit could only pour all its curse power into the black scythe in its hand, and then swung the scythe wildly.
"I don't believe you can kill me in this state!"
The curse spirit roared, swords and scythes clashing in his roar.
Click, click, click!
A crisp sound came out, which was extremely clear between the heaven and the earth.
The next second, cracks opened on the sickle, as if it had endured an unbearable force.
"No!"
Immediately afterwards, amid the desperate cry of the curse spirit, the sickle shattered, and Zhou Qiankun's sword light moved forward, piercing the curse spirit's head.
The skeleton's body shattered, then turned into powder and was blown away by the wind.
At this moment, Zhou Qiankun, Fang Laogui, Liu Yongfei, Zhang Qian, Zhao Xuan, Wang Xun, Meng Huo and other surviving disciples of the Taixuan Sect all felt that something in their bodies had been severed.
Zhou Qiankun spat out three mouthfuls of blood in succession, and his breath was extremely low.
He fell on the ruins of Taixuanmen, showing an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing.
"The curse is cut off."
Zhou Qiankun looked at the ruined walls and the blood-stained ground in front of him, but he couldn't be happy.
Two hundred miles away from Taixuanmen, Liu Yongfei and others stopped escaping.
Liu Yongfei looked in the direction of Taixuan Gate and was stunned for a moment.
Then, she took a deep breath and said to the disciple behind her: "Let's go back."
Zhang Qian and others nodded, they had noticed that the curse had been cut off.
This also means that in the battle between Taixuanmen, Taixuanmen won and the cursed spirit was destroyed.
And they don't have to run away anymore.
Thousands of miles away, Xiaoyi suddenly stopped with a look of surprise on his face.
"This is brother's breath, brother is fine!"
It has a blood contract with Zhou Qiankun and can sense each other's status.
It was previously cut off from perception by the power of the Great Dao of the Six Juetian of the Underworld, which made it panic.
Now that Zhou Qiankun came out, it noticed it immediately.
Thinking that her eldest brother was fine, Xiaoyi was extremely excited and immediately changed direction and flew back towards Taixuan Sect.
No matter how terrifying the curse spirit is, it still has to fight side by side with its elder brother.
For a time, the disciples who fled from Taixuan Sect were returning spontaneously.
On the ruins of Taixuanmen, Zhou Qiankun was not in good condition.
His body was stained red with blood and the wounds were considerable.
Even Aoki Fuji's abnormal resilience could not repair this broken body for a while.
