"Bang!" Amidst the terrifying cyclone, a figure directly flew out and fell into the sea.
"Cough cough!" Feng Kong constantly coughed up blood. His internal organs were injured and he looked somewhat embarrassed, but the murderous intention in his eyes did not diminish.
Feng Kong's complexion was somewhat pale. His Yuan Qi had already been damaged by Ye Xiwen's attack, but he didn't expect that Ye Xiwen would actually be able to withstand it.
The Qi wave dispersed and Ye Xiwen's figure could be seen standing on the sea, holding his sword. His figure was like a tyrant of the entire universe, while the seawater rotated around him.
"It's really terrifying, just a moment ago, Feng Kong's master had used a secret technique. It is said that in this generation, Feng Kong was the only one who had used this technique. Even a legendary warrior had been killed by this technique, but I didn't expect that Ye Xiwen would still be able to kill him."
"It also depends on who is using this move. If it is his master who is using this move, then it is not impossible for him to kill a legendary expert, but Feng Kong does not have the skill to do so. But even so, this Ye Xiwen is really terrifying!"
"Yes, to be able to withstand such a terrifying move, this level of skill is absolutely rare among the younger generation. No wonder he dares to challenge the eighth prince. With this level of strength, I'm afraid even the eighth prince from ten years ago wouldn't be his match!"
"You are mistaken, it is the eighth prince who wants to challenge him, not Ye Xiwen."
"The eighth prince wants to use him as a stepping stone to conquer the world, but unfortunately, it seems that Ye Xiwen is not that simple. I'm afraid he is thinking too much."
"You are much stronger than I expected." Feng Kong stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and coldly looked at Ye Xiwen and said, "But it is precisely because of this that you must die. No one can stop the eighth prince's great cause, and anyone who tries to stop him must die."
Feng Kong shouted loudly, and Zhen Yuan began to sweep out from his body. He took a step forward and crushed the surface of the sea. An invisible killing intent condensed into a substantial killing intent, and a virtual shadow gradually appeared behind him. It was a virtual shadow of a man holding a sword that could rampage between the heaven and earth.
Every time Feng Kong took a step, the shadow behind him would become taller. This shadow seemed to have come from the ancient mythological era. With every step it took, a large part of the sea water would evaporate and countless demon beasts would die. It seemed like an ancient god.
Sword Deity!
Ye Xiwen suddenly wrinkled his brows. He was startled in his heart. This move was somewhat similar to the Devil King's specter that Tianyuan mirror had evolved. It could summon the phantom of ancient powerhouses. However, no one was clearer about the consumption of this move than him. He was fine because he had Tianyuan mirror. Moreover, he had an endless supply of spirit stones to consume.
But Feng Kong!
Ye Xiwen looked at Feng Kong and saw that his face had become even paler. The dense sweat on his face had already fallen to the ground. With every step it took, the Sword Deity became more and more powerful. It walked faster and faster, and with every stride, a terrifying coercion fiercely pressed down on Ye Xiwen's body.
This is a madman! Ye Xiwen only had this thought in his mind!
This Sword Deity, with every step it took, its power increased by a bit, but at the same time, its consumption also increased by a bit. This kind of terrifying consumption, Ye Xiwen did not dare to say that he could bear it, but Feng Kong endured it.
Feng Kong's pace was getting faster and faster. He was not only consuming the Zhen Yuan in his body, but he was also consuming the vitality in his body.
Feng Kong did not have as much money as Ye Xiwen, so he could not afford to spend 10,000 high-grade spirit stones to summon the ancient Sword Deity's phantom. Although it was not as powerful as the Devil King's specter, but it was still far more than what he could afford.
Ye Xiwen could almost see Feng Kong's youthful appearance changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Was it worth it for the so-called eighth prince? Ye Xiwen did not understand!
Many of the spectating disciples also did not understand, although they did not know how much Sword Deity was consuming, but their eyesight was still sharp, and they could see that Feng Kong was overdrawing his own life, and he would rather overdraw his own life to kill Ye Xiwen.
For a warrior, time was precious, naturally, needless to say, the length of time available for each stage of a warrior's cultivation was not the same. Xiantian realm had 200 years, while truth level masters had 500 years. Only with enough time, could a warrior go further and eventually achieve the legendary immortality.
Although immortality was only a legendary realm, but each level of cultivation would increase the corresponding realm, which made many people believe that as long as they kept on practicing, sooner or later, they would be able to achieve immortality.
Therefore, even a minute and a second was very precious for a warrior, not to mention a warrior like Feng Kong who had wasted so many years of his lifespan. He was burning his lifespan year after year, this kind of crazy practice was simply shocking.
Finally, the ancient Sword God made his move. He fiercely slashed out with his sword. The entire sword was brandished, and the air was split apart. The seawater was evaporated, and a terrifying oppressive feeling bombarded Ye Xiwen's body.
Ye Xiwen looked like an ant in front of this gigantic sword. A dreadful divine might emanated from it.
Ye Xiwen's heart was slightly shaken, but he had no other choice. He took a mysterious step, and the sword intention in his hand danced in the air. This was a terrible attack, and he met it head-on.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Every time Ye Xiwen and the ancient Sword Deity's long sword collided, the endless air burst, and the aftermath swept out like a storm.
Everyone was stunned, Ye Xiwen was too terrifying, even in the face of such a terrifying power technique, he was still able to defend himself, and was still able to counterattack continuously.
Ye Xiwen's mouth was also bleeding, but he didn't feel anything, because the opponent was burning his life to attack, and he was only bleeding a little, it was not a big deal.
He could feel this kind of terrifying pressure, if it was an ordinary person, he would have already been cut in half.
However, Ye Xiwen's tyrant body was too powerful. The purpose of "tyrant body technique" was to refine one's body into a tyrant body that could even tear apart innate gods and devils. Even innate gods and devils could be torn apart, which clearly showed how terrifying and powerful his body was.
Not to mention, there was Tianyuan mirror inside his body, which shared a huge part of the force, otherwise, Ye Xiwen's mouth would not be as simple as bleeding, after all, Ye Xiwen was fighting head-on with his opponent!
This was a real head-on confrontation!
Ye Xiwen was going all out, and now both sides were waiting to see who would be the first to give up. Ye Xiwen was waiting, Feng Kong originally wanted to exhaust him to death, but he soon found out that it was not possible, so he wanted to end the fight quickly, and now it was Ye Xiwen's turn to exhaust Feng Kong.
Now, Ye Xiwen had mobilized his whole body's Zhen Yuan, trying his best to immerse himself in swordsmanship, so as to not be affected by the terrible coercion of the ancient Sword Deity.
This pressure was really terrible, just like Tianyuan mirror's suppression on the devil race, this Sword God's suppression on the swordsman had reached an unimaginable level, this was the Sword God's suppression on the swordsman.
Ye Xiwen could only immerse himself in the terrible sword intention, and use the sword intention to contend with it, and not care about anything else.
There was no joy, no worry, no trace of emotion!
"You must die!" Feng Kong coughed up blood, half of his hair had already turned white, and the ancient Sword Deity suddenly waved its long sword, releasing endless Swordqi towards Ye Xiwen.
These Swordqi were like brilliant stars, and combined into a river of swords, setting off a monstrous wave of swords, rushing towards Ye Xiwen.
In the face of this wave of swords, Ye Xiwen suddenly had a feeling of suffocation, as if the air was evaporating in an instant.
The wave of swords rushed towards Ye Xiwen, along with a terrifying energy. Each Swordqi contained the supreme truth of swordsmanship, and even with the strength of Ye Xiwen's body, his bones began to creak under the pressure.
This virtual shadow had been pushed to the extreme by Feng Kong and was ready to behead Ye Xiwen. At this moment, only this virtual shadow and his sword remained in this world!
"Too terrible, this sword, who can withstand it!"
"Feng Kong is really a peerless genius, his fighting strength is really terrifying, but unfortunately, even if he manages to kill Ye Xiwen, he won't be able to hold on for much longer, considering how much of his life force he has already exhausted, it seems like he won't be able to hold on for much longer."
Countless disciples in the surroundings exclaimed in admiration. They could feel the dreadfulness of this virtual shadow just by watching from the sidelines. However, Ye Xiwen was actually able to resist it.
Ye Xiwen clenched his teeth, he felt as if the universe was about to shatter, and the endless earth was about to collapse.
Ye Xiwen was not afraid, the stronger the opponent was, the stronger his counterattack would be. Ye Xiwen clenched his teeth, waiting for an opportunity.
"Ahem!" Finally, Feng Kong coughed, his hand trembled, and the movement of the phantom stagnated.
"Ah!" Ye Xiwen shouted, and the sword intention in his hand suddenly became bigger, and soared into the sky, and in a flash, crushed all the clouds, and chopped down towards the phantom.
"Puchi!" The entire phantom was cut into two halves by the longsword in an instant. In that instant, it was pierced through, and the endless sword will minced the phantom of the Sword God.
At that moment, the shadow of the Sword God collapsed with a loud bang, turning into specks of light that scattered between heaven and earth.
"Puff!" Feng Kong spouted a mouthful of blood, he didn't know when a sword had pierced his chest, it was the sword that Ye Xiwen had taken from his hand. His vitality was crushed by the sword intention, and little by little, his blood trickled out of his body.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and he could vaguely hear someone calling out to him.
Scenes of his past life appeared in his mind.
He was an orphan, and when he was a child, he had to fight with a dog for food, and then he met his master and was brought back to the sect, and then he became a genius, and then he met Ye Xiwen!
"Let us conquer the world, and bring the world under our rule, so that things like this will never happen again!"
"Boom!" Feng Kong's whole body fell down and slowly sank into the sea.
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