When the black sandalwood sword box fell into Yang Feng's hands.
boom!
The dull stone door rose.
Looking around, there is an endless battlefield.
A figure was holding a broken sword.
He turned around mechanically, his eyes were blank and dull, and the broken sword in his hand was covered with rust.
A skull face came into Yang Feng's eyes.
This vast battlefield is littered with bones, and the skeletons are extraordinarily huge.
The clothes on his body were covered with dust and the color could not be seen clearly.
The body is tall and straight.
Yang Feng held the Broken Sword Lingsha in his hand and felt wary.
"He, he is...the Demon-Suppressing Immortal?!"
It is rumored that in the ancient times, the demon emperor of the demon clan led endless demon soldiers to conquer the human domain.
In the Star Territory, there is a genius of a race, one man and one sword, guarding the end of the endless realm, suppressing the demons!
Kill demons and prove the truth, World Honored One - the demon-suppressing immortal!
"Lingsha, are you saying that this man is also an immortal?"
Yang Feng secretly looked at the other party. There was no breath in his body, as if he would fall down anytime and anywhere.
The sword in his hand has long been decayed. If touched even slightly, it will break into slag, and there is no trace of blood on his face.
He looked completely like a living dead.
"That's right! He is as famous as the Demon-Suppressing Immortal you met before, but there is no news about him because he guards the Endless Realm, so the legend he left behind,
Not as dazzling as the Demon-Suppressing Fairy. "
Ling Sha talked eloquently, "Suppressing the Demon Immortal", even he had to admire these three words, "Suppressing the Demon Immortal", really did it, and dedicated his life to the human race.
There are thousands of races in the Star Territory, and naturally there are many monster races. However, no matter which race, if they want to invade other races, they have to go through the Endless Realm.
The Demon-Suppressing Immortal is the true Immortal of the human race who guards the Endless Realm!
"That's it, senior, please accept your respects!"
Yang Feng admired such a person and dedicated his life to the human race. Yang Feng believed that if it were him, he would not be able to do it no matter what.
The Demon-Suppressing Immortal in the distance was still standing blankly, without any response, just like a statue.
Yang Feng didn't care and bowed deeply to the other party.
Then he stepped forward and walked out.
bass!
"The monsters stop!"
That skull-like face spit out a few blunt words from the corner of his mouth.
The broken sword that was covered with rust in his hand suddenly flashed with blood.
In an instant, a sword exuding supreme power appeared in the hands of the Demon Suppressing Immortal.
"Senior, I, I am not a demon!"
"die!"
The Demon Suppressing Immortal didn't listen to Yang Feng's explanation. He instinctively raised his hand and swung the sword in his hand.
Demonic spirit!
The vast demonic energy pressed towards Yang Feng.
"He, he turned into a demon!"
Lingsha Sword Spirit said incredulously.
"Transform into demons? He, isn't he the Demon-Suppressing Immortal? How could he..."
Yang Feng said, but he did not dare to show any slightness. Even if the famous Demon Suppressing Immortal just swung his sword casually, he was not able to compete with him.
"The sword cuts through the void!"
Yang Feng slashed out with his sword without reservation.
boom!
A crescent sword light collided with the opponent's mighty demonic energy.
This sword is evenly matched!
There was a steady stream of demonic energy pouring out of the Demon Suppressing Immortal's body, but the sword in his hand suppressed all the demonic energy.
It is for this reason that the opponent's demonic power will be weakened endlessly. Otherwise, even if the Demon Suppressing Immortal just swings a sword casually, Yang Feng will not be able to resist it now.
"His soul was, was, wiped out, and now only a body remains."
"Then the source of his demon power is..."
"Boy, his heart still has a trace of vitality. Find a way to get close to him and wake him up. Otherwise, when he is completely reduced to a shell,
There is absolutely nothing we can do. "
Lingsha Sword Spirit said eagerly, as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Hiss! You've been dead for so long, and yet... you're still alive."
Yang Feng's eyes were full of horror, and at the same time, his hands were moving slowly.
The demon-suppressing immortal in front of him is a hero of the human race. He must not be allowed to die and his body becomes a puppet of the demon race.
Thinking like this, Yang Feng used his sword control skills to the extreme.
He was about to approach the opponent, but was cut down by his sword.
Ahem!
After coughing out a few mouthfuls of old blood, Yang Feng was shocked, and a fighting spirit to refuse to admit defeat surged into his heart.
"Longquan Holy Sword, half-foot sword light, open!"
In the sword box, Yang Feng activated a magical weapon, the Longquan Holy Sword.
A half-foot-long sword flashed and struck at the Demon-Suppressing Immortal.
A glimmer of light flashed in the dark, empty eyes of the originally demon-suppressing fairy.
In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the surge of demonic power.
"Suppress the demon in one move, seal the demon!"
The skull-faced lips trembled slightly as he uttered such a sentence, and the demon-suppressing sword in his hand kept roaring.
In the end, he escaped from the control of the Demon-Suppressing Fairy and flew to the dome.
Demonic energy poured into his sword body in a steady stream.
And the Demon Suppressing Immortal was struck by Yang Feng's Longquan Holy Sword with half a foot of sword light due to a brief moment of loss of concentration.
The beating heart suddenly stopped.
Half a foot of sword light actually penetrated his body.
His empty, gloomy eyes once again shone brightly, and then briefly regained their clarity.
"W-where am I? Longquan Holy Sword!"
The Demon-Suppressing Immortal looked at the surrounding environment with a shocked expression, and then a young man appeared in his sight.
He was wearing a white robe, carrying a magical sword on his back, and holding the Six Swords Sacred Box in his hand, with an unruly look in his eyes.
"Boy, who are you? Where are you? Why is the Six Swords Sacred Box in your hand?"
Faced with the three questions thrown by the Demon-Suppressing Fairy, Yang Feng didn't know how to explain it for a while. Just now, he looked like he was fighting to the death, but now he's doing something ordinary?
"Senior, do you really not remember anything?"
"I, I seem to remember that I am guarding the Endless Realm, the entrance to the Monster Clan. Why do I appear here?"
The Demon-Suppressing Immortal was thoughtfully trying to remember something.
"Master, the Endless Realm has fallen, so you have been living here, and now there is a domineering evil spirit occupying your body..."
The Demon-Suppressing Sword in the sky landed beside the Demon-Suppressing Immortal at some unknown time.
"So that's it, hahaha! I didn't expect that I suppressed the demon fairy, suppressed the demons, and eventually became a puppet of the demon clan. Maybe this is the punishment given to me by the sky?"
The Demon-Suppressing Immortal screamed at the top of his lungs and taunted loudly.
The majestic Demon-Suppressing Immortal of the human race has actually been reduced to a puppet of the demon race. This would not be a good feeling for anyone.
"Senior, you, the human race is grateful for everything you have done, you..."
"Hey! Junior, you don't have to say anymore. Now my soul will be completely annihilated. Before that, if you want to know anything, just ask, but I want to know about the Six Swords Sacred Box in your hand and where it comes from?" 33
After saying that, the demon-suppressing stele in Yang Feng's Qiankun bag actually flew out on its own.
The Demon Suppressing Monument is the magical weapon of the Demon Suppressing Immortal. Its aura is terrifying. No matter how Yang Feng hides it, he still cannot hide it from the Demon Suppressing Immortal.
"Senior, the Six Swords Sacred Box was given to me by a masked girl on the second floor of this sword tower. As for the Demon Suppressing Monument, it was also given to me by Senior Demon Suppressing Fairy."
Yang Feng explained honestly.
"Oh, do you have his inheritance?"
The Demon-Suppressing Immortal is the most powerful being in the Star Territory. It is quite difficult to gain his recognition.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng immediately used the Demon-Suppressing Immortal's inheritance, the Eternal Demon-Suppressing Fist.
The monstrous fist shadow covers the sky and the sun.
The ferocious fist intention seemed to shatter the sky.
"It seems that he is no longer here. The Taihuang clan... Alas! Since he has chosen you, then... Suppress the Demon!"
The Demon Suppressing Immortal shouted loudly, and the Demon Suppressing Sword beside him immediately returned to his hand.
"Zhenyao, follow him and leave here."
"Master, if I leave, then you..."
"Suppress the demon, the Taihuang clan is bound to make a comeback. Follow him and help him suppress Taihuang."
The tone of the Demon-Suppressing Immortal left no room for criticism.
When he was guarding the Endless Realm, it was precisely because of the invasion of the Taihuang Clan that the Endless Realm finally fell, and his soul was also wiped out by the time and space storm.
This gave the demon clan an opportunity to take over his body.
"But……"
"It doesn't have to be, boy, since you have Nana's approval, then protect these swords. The Taihuang clan will eventually reappear. If one day, you become an immortal, help me give this to her."
she?
Doubts flashed through Yang Feng's heart and he asked hurriedly:
"Give it to whom?"
"Ji Lingyue!"
After saying that, the demon-suppressing fairy's body began to crack inch by inch, and finally,
boom!
Broken into little bits and pieces.
A generation of immortals has died.
Endless grief came over me.
On the third floor of the sword tower, the stone gate rose.
Yang Feng stood at the door, picked up the Demon Suppressing Sword, and murmured to himself: "I will return your share to the Taihuang clan together."
Yang Feng stepped directly into the stone chamber.
The third level of the sword tower was completely silent!
In a furnace, the iron blocks were burning red. In front of the furnace, a man was mechanically pulling the bellows. The fire in the furnace was burning more and more fiercely.
boom!
The stone door rose, and a young man in white robe stepped into the stone room.
This natural stove illuminates the entire stone room red.
There were some broken swords and useless swords piled on the ground. The man sitting in front of the stove pulling the bellows had a dark face and strong muscles.
The eyes that pulled the bellows were so focused.
The other free arm kept sending the sword into the furnace.
There are fewer and fewer immortals on the ground. The fire in the furnace is getting hotter and stronger. The strong man pulling the bellows is getting more and more energetic.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down the man's face.
Every time the heat gets higher, it will give Yang Feng the illusion that the body of the man in front of him will shrink by one point.
"Swordsmith?!"
The demon-suppressing sword's tone was mixed with an inexplicable tremor.
Yang Feng looked curiously at the man pulling the bellows in front of him.
He had only heard of swordsmiths, but never heard of swordsmiths.
"What is a swordsmith?"
"Forge a sword with yourself, blood, flesh, bone, marrow... dedicate yourself to the sword, look at the fuel in his furnace."
The demon-suppressing sword, humane, points the blade towards the bottom of the stove.
With blood stains, the strong man used his own blood and energy to fuel the fire in this furnace.
Zhi!
drop!
despair!
…
Essence and blood kept dripping. Yang Feng took a closer look and was horrified to find that this muscular man actually had no lower limbs and his entire upper body was suspended in mid-air.
In the stove, half of the burnt firewood showed little light yellow color, and the appearance of human bones could barely be seen.
The upper half of the man's suspended body was still dripping with blood into the stove.
The scrap sword thrown into the furnace burned red, and the whole furnace continued to make loud explosions.
Some people died, but not completely...
