Jiang Tian's sword condensed the power of the evil-killing sword intent and the power of nine demon-killing talismans. It was so powerful that even if a cultivator from the Perfect Purple Mansion of the Purple Mansion struck with all his strength, it would be the same.
boom!
In just an instant, the crimson Zhuxie Sword Intent had already collided with the black aurora, and then the black aurora was heavily chopped into pieces by the Zhuxie Sword Intent. Under the bombardment of this Sword Intent, there was no trace of it. The power of resistance.
The black aurora that originally swept towards the river and the sky like a dragnet was immediately cut through by Zhuxie Sword Intent, and then a stream of dark flames escaped from the black aurora and turned into ripples in the air. It stirs and flies, and then slowly dissipates.
After the crimson flames extinguished these black auroras, they continued to blast towards Wu Qingfeng with unstoppable momentum.
Wu Qingfeng's expression changed slightly. He had never thought that a mere Yuan Dan Perfection monk could strike out with such a terrifying sword. Even if he, a Perfectionist from the Purple Mansion, could strike with all his strength, that's all!
Faced with Jiang Tian's evil-killing sword intent, Wu Qingfeng no longer dared to neglect. He shouted angrily, and fired the Anti-Scale Spear hundreds of times in an instant. Balls of black flames bloomed from the Anti-Scale Spear. , condensed into a black wall in front of him.
boom!
The moment the wall condensed by black flames took shape, the Zhuxie Sword Intention was slashed down.
I saw the crimson sword intent instantly submerged into the black wall, and then the blazing black flames swept across one after another, wildly devouring the Zhuxie sword intent.
After a moment, the black flames condensed into the wall suddenly dissipated, and a crimson stream of light poured out from the dissipated black flames. When Wu Qingfeng came to his senses, it penetrated his right shoulder, and finally slowly dissipated in the In the void.
Wu Qingfeng was also blown away by this blow. He kept turning somersaults in the void and flew hundreds of feet away before he regained his balance.
A wisp of blood slowly flowed out from Wu Qingfeng's right shoulder. The power of the Zhuxie sword was exhausted. This blow only slightly injured Wu Qingfeng and slightly shocked his internal organs. For his battle force, but it has no effect.
"Uncle Martial Arts Master, have you seen it now? Junior Brother Jiang severely wounded the powerful Zifu Perfectionist in Qianling Mountain with one sword strike. Didn't you say that Junior Brother Jiang couldn't block the blow? What else do you have to say now? "
Seeing Jiang Tian hurt Wu Qingfeng, Xu Ruoling's heart was relieved again. Then she turned her head and glanced at the stunned Wu Yuanqing, not forgetting to mock him.
"Impossible, how could Jiang Tian hurt the powerful person from Zi Mansion? What on earth is going on?"
Wu Yuanqing was in a state of despair, as if he had not heard Xu Ruoling's words at all. He just looked at Wu Qingfeng and Jiang Tian blankly, as if he still couldn't believe the scene he had seen before.
There was also a faint smile on Chen Sheng's face. He glanced at Wu Yuanqing and whispered: "You should know now! Jiang Tian's strength is not as simple as you think. Every time, he is able to Possibilities create possibilities, that’s why I believe in him so much!”
Lingxuzi also nodded slightly and sighed: "We at Qianyuan Mountain are so lucky to have a disciple like Jiang Tian!"
In the cloudy sky, Wu Qingfeng finally stood still. He first turned his head and looked at the injury on his right shoulder, then raised his hand and dipped a wisp of blood into it, and gently smeared it on his lips.
Then he licked the blood off his lips, and a hideous smile appeared on his face: "I didn't expect that a mere Yuandan realm monk could actually hurt me? I forgot how long it had been. I’ve been injured, good, good!”
Having said this, Wu Qingfeng paused for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Tian, gritted his teeth and said: "I will let you know what the price of irritating me will be. The magical power you just used is indeed powerful, but I believe you will definitely It’s impossible to perform it a second time!”
Before he finished speaking, Wu Qingfeng shouted angrily, and black flames surged from his body.
As the black flames continued to rise, they slowly condensed into a complex formation on top of their heads.
In the center of this black formation, there is a whirlpool that is constantly stirring. The black flames rising from Wu Qingfeng's body are like hundreds of rivers flowing back, constantly sinking into the whirlpool.
The whirlpool continued to swallow the black flames, and its color became darker, as if a terrifying monster could emerge from it at any time, and it was filled with a terrifying aura.
Wu Qingfeng chuckled and said in a deep voice: "This magical power of mine is an untold secret of Qianling Mountain. I didn't originally intend to use it on you. After all, after using it once, I need to warm it up for three months before I can use it. Use it again, but who made you such a monster? If we don’t kill you here today, we will never have peace under Qianling Mountain, so you will definitely die today!"
"I knew it, I knew that the strength of Zi Mansion's powerful man would never be that simple. You see, he finally showed his true ability this time. Jiang Tian will definitely not be able to win!"
Wu Yuanqing looked at Wu Qingfeng who was exerting all his strength, and as if he was stunned, he shouted loudly towards the Qianyuan Mountain monk beside him.
But he forgot that if Jiang Tian was not Wu Qingfeng's opponent, the entire Qianyuan Mountain would be buried with Jiang Tian today. Wu Qingfeng also had the strength to kill everyone in Qianyuan Mountain.
Therefore, everyone cast disdainful glances at Wu Yuanqing, so that in the end no one stood with him at all. Even his disciples hid aside one after another, wondering if their master had gone crazy?
Jiang Tian looked at the formation totem formed above Wu Qingfeng's head, with a solemn look on his face, and then sent the Yuanchu Sword back to the Najie. At the same time, with a thought in his mind, the bloody blade fragments swished and appeared in front of him. in front of him, floating quietly above the palm of his hand.
The moment the blood blade fragments rushed out of the ring, the power of the soul in Jiang Tian's sea of consciousness was like a torrential flood, constantly submerging into it.
I saw that the lines on the blood blade fragments were shining one after another at this moment, blooming with crimson light, and a low buzzing sound like a buzzer was constantly surging out from the blood blade fragments that were trembling rapidly. As long as Jiang Tian had a thought Once it falls, the fragments of the blood blade will shoot out instantly, killing the enemy.
Wu Qingfeng grinned, clenched the scale-reverse gun with both hands, and shouted to Jiang Tian: "Boy, the secret skill I want to use is called Black Evil Shura Kill. Today I will let you see how powerful he is!"
Before he could finish his words, the spear in his hand spun and thrust out. At the same time, in the black formation above his head, a seemingly endless black light surged out of the deep dark vortex.
Each of these black lights is like a sharp blade, and they are constantly intertwining and weaving with each other at this moment. In the blink of an eye, a spear slowly appeared in front of Wu Qingfeng. Just waiting for him to have a thought, this spear condensed by black flames, Jiang Tian can be blown into powder in an instant.
