Whether Feng Chi-nen was waiting in the sky for Feng Zhihua to make a fool of himself as Wen Ruihong thought, no one knew except for him. Who could guess the true thoughts of a celestial being who, if not for the fact that he was injured, had the chance to charge into the universe?
The Sword God Villa lived up to his reputation. Although the old and new Sword Gods viewed each other as enemies, they were still father and son, related by blood. The battle between the two had reached its climax.
The fusion of the Nine Heavens Thunder and the Heavenly Sword Seal was Feng Jiu's strongest move. With one slash, he cut off half of the Phoenix's body. But the Daoized Phoenix, known as' Nirvana ', could instantly recover no matter how many blows it received. It possessed an incomparable regenerative ability.
The heavy wounds Feng Chi-nen had suffered had affected his foundation, causing his Spiritual God realm to stagnate at the first level of the Divine Domain. This was also the reason why he had gradually faded from the world of cultivation. He had once believed himself to be omnipotent, so he had been insufferably arrogant and looked down on everyone. He had paid the price for his arrogance. An enemy from his youth had hidden in the villa for more than ten years just to find a chance to deal him a fatal blow.
In another clash of sword techniques, the two were both sent flying by the shockwaves. Feng Jiu recovered quickly. His feet fiercely stomped in the air, and the powerful power of his Primordial Spirit naturally formed a layer under his feet. His entire body became one with the sword seal, transforming into an extremely intense sword glow that shot toward Feng Chi-nen.
When Feng Chi-nen was sent flying, the Daoized Phoenix immediately let out a cry, coiled back, and steadily caught him. Then, without showing any weakness, it charged back. With a long cry, the Daoized Phoenix flew forward, and the lifelike dark blue wings suddenly transformed into real swords. Like sword wings, they met the sword glow, but they quickly shattered like mirrors with a crisp sound. In the end, the Daoized Phoenix was no match. Feng Jiu became one with the sword seal, and his entire body glowed with a cold white light. Like a thin line of moonlight blocked by a leaden cloud, or like a white mist seeping into a valley, he continued to attack Feng Chi-nen. Feng Chi-nen raised his hand and waved his sword twice. The two sword glows, like blazing torches, crisscrossed horizontally and vertically, actually melted the Daoized Phoenix.
The Daoized Phoenix returned to normal in the blink of an eye. Feng Jiu was forced out of his original body. Panting heavily, he was separated from the sword seal. At this moment, the two were less than fifteen meters apart, and they could see each other's faces. When Feng Zhinian saw that Feng Jiu's sleeves were empty, a look of disgust appeared on his face. "I heard that you were stupid enough to break your own sleeves." Transforming into a phoenix not only allowed him to fly through the air to face his enemies, but it also allowed him to save a lot of energy, so his condition was much better than Feng Jiu's.
Feng Jiu activated her Primordial Spirit and took out the Sound of Thunder from the Ninth Heaven from the sword seal. Suddenly, a half wheel of light appeared in the distant sky. It was the last quarter moon, and the light shone on the sword and the golden dragon that was faintly circling it. "of to do of of of of of is of. of of of of of," I to what I do. "
Feng Chi-nen said coldly, "Your body, hair, and skin are all given to you by me. It is unfilial of you to act on your own. If I had known this would happen, I would have strangled you in your swaddling clothes."
Feng Jiu's hatred increased after hearing this. "I don't care who you are. Since you dare to behave atrociously in the Court Of Sword today, you shall be buried in Tianzhu Mountain, together with your bird!"
"Unfilial son" Feng Chi-nen stamped his foot on the ground. The Daoized Phoenix was filled with hostility. It stretched its neck and let out a cry of pain. All the feathers on its body fell off and turned into a sky full of sword glows, spreading towards Feng Jiu. In the blink of an eye, all the feathers on its body grew out again. It cried out in pain again and its feathers fell off again. This happened a few times, and the sword glows had formed an unstoppable tide.
Feng Jiu's mind moved slightly, and the sword seal automatically stood in front of him to block the sword glows. Under the impact of the tide of sword glows, the originally solid sword seal became transparent several times. If it was not for his strong will, the sword seal would have been broken long ago. Suddenly, there was a sound of something tearing through the air. A ray of cold light pierced through the void and went straight for his throat. At this critical moment, he felt a sense of loneliness. In the vast world, there was only a lone boat, floating in the boundless expanse of smoke. This tranquility filtered out the complexity and noise in his consciousness. He quickly realized that this was a fatal crisis. If he did not make the right response, he would definitely die. When he was thinking in the cold and silent darkness, his soul seemed to be immersed in cold water. His fuzzy thoughts suddenly became clear. A ray of light appeared in the darkness, as if it was illuminating the path to heaven that led to the dome.
He saw a glimmer of hope. At a certain moment, the Ninth Heaven's Thunder suddenly shone, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. It disappeared almost immediately, as if it was just an illusion.
The sword glows all over the sky disappeared, and the Daoist Phoenix was burned into ashes in a mournful wail. Feng Chi-nen's sword stopped on the skin of Feng Jiu's throat. There was a bloody hole in his glabella. His body fell rapidly like a dim meteor, smashing on the barren land and creating a cloud of dust. However, he still held his sword tightly until death.
Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment. At this moment, he felt pain all over his body. Only he himself knew how lucky and difficult it was to win this battle. He slowly descended and landed in front of Feng Zhinian's corpse. He quietly sized it up, neither happy nor sad. It was just that in the end, he had killed the person who had bestowed his life upon him, as well as the only person related to Feng Lin. His figure was a little lonely.
"Lin Lin …" Thinking of Feng Lin, he sat down and took out the box with his Vital Spirit. He opened it and looked at it. Although it was rusty, he could still tell that it was indeed Feng Lin's sword. He could not help but have mixed feelings. All of a sudden, the surrounding wind and clouds surged. A red light gushed out from the sword, and the temperature dropped to the freezing point. The little ghost in red jumped up from the sword and looked at Feng Jiu curiously. Feng Jiu was stunned. He called out in a trembling voice, "Lin Lin …"
The little ghost seemed to recognize Feng Jiu. Suddenly, she smiled and hugged him. She could not make a sound, but the wind that was blowing around them miraculously warmed them up.
"Lin Lin …" Feng Jiu's eyes became wet. He used the power of his Vital Spirit to touch the little ghost's soul. "I shouldn't have buried you back then … I'll never leave you again …" As he spoke, his tears fell like rain. Even a man of steel could have tender feelings. Of course, he did not know that if he had taken the sword away, Feng Lin's sword spirit would not have had the chance to wake up without the Yin Qi from the underground.
The little ghost in red suddenly felt something. She turned to look at Feng Chi-nen's corpse. For some reason, she also burst into tears. Feng Jiu let go of her and looked at the corpse. He sighed. "He was cold by nature, but he always treated you well. He did his duty as a father. You should kowtow to him a few times."
Wang Fu and Wen Ruihong rushed toward Yan Li. Their swordsmanship was different. One hid his real body and the source of his killing intent in the floating petals, while the other hid in the shadows, waiting for the fatal moment. Both of them were hard to guard against, especially the latter, known as the Sword Ghost. His swordsmanship was hidden, like an assassin in the shadows. Once he drew his sword, the enemy would be beheaded.
The two of them displayed their swordsmanship at the same time and disappeared without a trace. Only half of Yan Li's Floating Petals Domain and the other half of Dark Shadow Domain could be seen. Yan Li's body was divided into two completely different shadows.
Even if the various First Seats were to come, they would have to be prepared for such a situation. However, Yan Li did not even use his sword.
He stood still lazily. It seemed that he was full of flaws. But the more he was like this, the more the two assassins hiding in the shadows did not dare to act rashly.
Suddenly, a petal elongated and turned into a Wen Ruihong. She smiled at Yan Li and said, "I know you are pretending to be relaxed. Your purpose is to make us not dare to act rashly and delay you until Feng Jiu comes to help. I admit that with Feng Jiu's presence, it is indeed difficult to win with a sword. But who do you think the Lord Feng is? I'm afraid Feng Jiu is already dead. Don't count on him. "
"It's all nonsense." Yan Li sneered. "Attack me if you have the guts. What's the point of creating a doppelganger?" In his divine sense, he could see that Wen Ruihong's doppelganger's Qi Meridian was sparse and normal. It could only deal with a small thief.
"Since you can't wait to die and don't want to live any longer, I will fulfill your wish!"
Wen Ruihong's voice had hidden a lot of anger. The doppelganger flew up and raised its sword. Naturally, countless kinds of petals appeared and surged towards Yan Li like a mountain rain. These petals condensed into his appearance for a while and then turned into a sword. He hid his real body among them, waiting for the moment Yan Li fought back to give him a fatal blow.
"Sword Heart." Yan Li took out the Green Lotus Lamp and turned it into a sword. He launched the Sword Heart Realm. Everything in the world slowly reorganized in front of his eyes. In the vast sea of flowers, he quickly found Wen Ruihong's real body. He smiled and said, "I'm afraid you don't dare to attack." The Sword Heart Realm was the nemesis of swordsmen like Wen Ruihong. If the opponent dared to attack, he would die in vain. He walked back and forth leisurely. At a moment, the Green Lotus Sword suddenly shot out.
Swoosh!
The tip of the sword came out of Wen Ruihong's back. He vomited blood. He couldn't understand. With the opponent's realm, how could he see through his real body in his Sword Realm?
It was also at this time that the power of the shadow suddenly increased. It swallowed up the Floating Flower Domain and covered the night with a layer of darkness. It was as if a heavy iron armor had been draped over them. Those in the Dark Realm all felt a heavy pressure, and their bodies were almost unable to move. Yan Li naturally couldn't escape. Wen Ruihong felt that it was Wang Fu who attacked. Before he died, he revealed a ferocious smile and said, "Yan, you won't live for long. Come down and accompany me!"
A shadow was shuttling freely in the dark world, just like what Yan Li had done in Wen Ruihong's sword realm. The shadow approached Yan Li quickly. Just like how he had waved his sword countless times in the past, he stabbed the sword into Yan Li's heart fiercely. But he still felt that it was not enough, so he stirred the sword a few times to ensure the death of his opponent. But the dazzling green light blinded his eyes. At this stage, the feeling of the sword coming back to him was the same as touching with his own hands. His heart sank infinitely, and then there was a pain in his chest. He was both shocked and angry. The young man in front of him didn't have the slightest awareness of respecting the old and loving the young. Feeling the sword stir twice in his body, he knew that he couldn't live. He could only sigh bitterly.
Wen Ruihong saw that Wang Fu had also failed. He died with his eyes open and fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the two masters of the sword-wielding side were both dead. The victory of the Court Of Sword was decided.
"Next," Yan Li looked up at the sky, "we only have to see the results of these two."
The easier the foreshadowing was, the harder it was to end it now. And it was the most difficult to write about the fight. But this volume ended after one more chapter. It was worth celebrating.
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