The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

The five demons and ghosts.

He has great cultivation and is notorious for his evil deeds.

Of course.

When the two judges, Qin Ying, Li Qingya and the other three flew over, they saw with their own eyes that the five demons turned into a ball of ashes, leaving them no room for resistance at all.

The five demons and ghosts are dead.

They died at the hands of the real demon. Whether the person before them was Huang Feng or not was still debatable.

There was a crash.

The surrounding chains shattered, and the five towering pillars seemed to lose their support and plummeted downward at a rapid speed. The corpses floating in the void also began to fall, and the mighty power that had sealed the heavens and the earth was completely gone.

The Five Elements Formation was broken!

Huang Feng waved his hand, and the demonic energy spread like the sea, taking the storage bags of the Five Demons into his arms. The five towering pillars were also sucked in and stuffed into the storage bags.

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

Five spirit beads spun around in his hands. The five colors of green, red, yellow, white and black corresponded to the five elements: wood, fire, earth, metal and water.

Yin and Yang and the Five Elements are the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

Huang Feng felt that the five spirit beads contained the majestic energy of the five elements, and for a moment he wanted to comprehend it.

"Master, we cannot stay here for long! Please leave immediately!"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

After hearing Qin Ying's words, Huang Feng came back to his senses and put the five spirit beads into the storage bag.

Li Qingya smiled faintly: "This is your true face, my great master!"

"nonsense!"

Huang Feng flatly denied it: "I was ambushed by the Five Heavenly Demons and became like this."

"Escape?"

"It's too late."

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

The boundless abyss split open, and a figure was thrown out, as if throwing a tattered foot cloth.

Swish!

Huang Feng moved out of thin air, appeared, and embraced the figure in his arms.

"Lord Yan, you've lost! You're about to die!"

His voice was extremely cold, like the river water flowing in the underworld, chilling one to the bone marrow.

Only then could he see clearly that Yan Jun's body was completely torn apart, blood oozing from every part, like a broken vase. His soul was also torn apart by brute force, and even taking the Holy Water of Life was of no use.

"I did lose!"

"Fang Longyun's body is very strong. I can't hurt him at all."

"but!"

Lord Yan stretched out his hands and grabbed Huang Feng's arms tightly.

"His soul is his greatest weakness. I severely damaged his soul, but it was just a matter of one move."

"Huang Feng, kill him for me! Kill him! Otherwise I will die with my eyes wide open! I will die with my eyes wide open!"

After saying this, Lord Yan loosened his hands, looked up, and seemed to see something.

"Songyun, you didn't do it. I failed too. We are both losers."

"Holy boy!"

Li Qingya exclaimed, "You are the Holy Child Lu Xianyou!"

Looking closely, the bronze mask on Yan Jun's face was broken. He was no longer a tall and burly man, but a child of seven or eight years old, like a porcelain doll.

"Holy Child?"

"I didn't expect that there are still people in the world who remember me."

"It's worth it!"

The end of the word.

Yan Jun's body, along with his soul, turned to ash and disappeared in an instant. Only a broken bronze mask remained.

"Yan Jun!"

The two judges of Huangquan Tower knelt on one leg, their grief evident in their expressions.

Li Qingya murmured, "Rumor has it that tens of thousands of years ago, Song Yun and Sheng Tong were a rare and peerless duo, both possessing the qualities of a saint. Unexpectedly, one entered the underworld of the Yin Dynasty, and the other died on the spot. It's truly heartbreaking."

"Stop sighing! Run for your life."

Huang Feng stared at the person in front of him, a pair of green dragon horns were very eye-catching.

"You really are the biggest devil in the world!"

"If you don't quickly disperse your demonic body, I will grant you an intact corpse."

"What is a demon? What is a god?" Huang Feng questioned.

"In this world where humans eat each other, God is powerless to save the world. Only by transforming into a true demon, killing all the immortals and Buddhas, and crushing your corpses, can I save all living beings!"

"Come and fight!"

The evil energy surged into the sky, shaking the heavens.

The dragon-slaying sword in his hand was filled with a strong bloody demonic aura. Huang Feng's figure disappeared out of thin air, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived above Fang Longyun's head.

A knife chopped down on the head, and demonic energy surged throughout the body, like a black dragon, and in an instant the dragon's roar was heard.

clang!

Fang Longyun stretched out his hands to block, and his hands had turned into a pair of dark green dragon claws. The sound of golden swords rang out, and countless sparks appeared, like stars falling from the sky.

Boom!

The overwhelming force shook the surrounding space apart, and the space rolled like a river and spread out like a spider web.

Huang Feng was forced to retreat hundreds of feet away, his upper body clothes were all blown off, revealing ink-colored magic patterns, and blood was already flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Immediately, the third eye between his eyebrows opened, and a dark knife light shot out from it. It instantly grew stronger when the wind blew, revealing an endless extinction and deathly silence.

"Kill the God of Death with one strike!"

The whole person gradually became ethereal, and finally turned into a magic sword, as if it was tempered by the water of the Nine Netherworlds, blending into the sword light and becoming the sharpest blade.

"Little tricks!"

Fang Longyun stretched out his hand, and a dark green dragon claw spread out, like a mountain across the sky, trying to crush the knife light.

In a flash, the knife and the claw confronted each other head-on, without any retreat.

Swish!

The green dragon claw split in the middle, like a steel knife entering the water, cutting through inch by inch of flesh and blood, and was about to split it in two.

Suddenly, countless demonic energy surged out of the Qingyou Dragon's claws, and layers of green dragon scales appeared out of thin air, like an iron armor, stopping the blade.

A clench of empty claws!

The pitch-black blade suddenly shattered, and Huang Feng's figure appeared. With a click, the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand was crushed by the huge force and turned into countless iron chips.

The dragon's claws swept across like a millstone.

His body instantly shattered like a broken vase, and countless spider webs spread out.

A gust of air surged in and blew him away again.

"Vulnerable!"

The voice came from high above, revealing great majesty, as if the power of heaven had descended.

Huang Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he circulated the power of withering and flourishing. In an instant, his body was completely healed, as if he were reborn, and his aura was even stronger.

"It's not over yet!"

"Take my knife again!"

Swish!

Two dragon-slaying swords appeared in his hands, gathering the sharp energy of heaven and earth, and boundless demonic energy was transferred to the blades.

"Kill the God of Death with one strike!"

From afar, two dark streams of light were whistling and sweeping across, as if they were about to split the sky apart. Countless sword auras were surging, like an upside-down river in the sky.

"Good good!"

"To reverse life and death, to bring prosperity back to life, is truly brilliant."

"It brightens my eyes!"

"but!"

"How many times can you reverse life and death? How long can your spiritual power last?"

Everything in the world happens for a reason.

The Yellow Wind's movement of withering and flourishing requires the consumption of spiritual energy. Once the spiritual energy is exhausted, it will naturally be difficult to continue.

Fang Longyun pushed with his hands, and they were like two endless mountains, with demonic energy all over his body, and countless dragon scales all over his body, wrapping him tightly.

Boom!

The two dragon-slaying swords were crushed into iron chips, and Huang Feng's body was broken again and then healed again.

He came forward and punched me hard.

Each of Huang Feng's moves contained endless sharpness. Fang Longyun's body seemed to be cast in copper and iron, like a huge bronze bell.

Dang Dang Dang...

It was like a god ringing a bell, resounding through the sky.

From a distance, a magic sword and a demon dragon were fighting each other, as if they were about to slay the dragon.