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As they spoke, the three of them disappeared into the mountains, and a million miles away was the Feihua Sect. Although the distance was not short in the lower realm, in the eyes of strong men of their level, it was just a matter of one step.

Ying'an looked at the towering mountain gate, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.

"go!"

As soon as the three entered the mountain gate, the remaining three elders of Feihua Sect immediately sensed a strange aura.

"Who is coming!"

As he spoke, an old man stared at the three people in the field with a vicious look.

His strength is at the early stage of the Dao Guarding Realm, but his aura is much weaker than that of the Grand Elder of Feihua Sect.

"Who are you?"

The old man Wang Da smiled coldly.

"This is Feihua Sect. I am the fourth elder of Feihua Sect. Who are you?"

In particular, he couldn't see through the aura of Qin Daoren, and the other party also covered his face.

For a moment, the four elders did not dare to move.

Ying An glanced at Xuan Zheng and then said with a smile.

"You deal with him!"

Xuan Zheng was stunned at first, then walked out.

"Old dog, let me see what you can do!"

As he spoke, demonic energy surged from Xuan Zheng's body.

This made Wang Da look a little ugly.

"How dare the demons come to my Feihua Sect and act so presumptuously!"

"court death!"

As he spoke, flowers flew from Wang Da's body and the long sword in his hand made a ringing sound.

"You're courting death, little bastard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wang Da's sword approaching Xuan Zheng.

The magic sword was unsheathed, and there was a cry of "Hurry!"

The two of them retreated, and even Xuan Zheng didn't expect that his strength had increased so much.

The fourth elder was even more panicked. Where did this kid come from?

Chapter 1,437: Demonic Blade versus Sword Shadow!

In front of the Feihua Sect's mountain gate, clouds and mist were swirling. Within the small world, the space seemed to be distorted by endless spiritual power.

This creates a strange and dangerous battlefield.

Xuan Zheng and Wang Da have already started fighting above the sky. Many powerful men from Feihua Sect have also appeared above the sky. They look ugly because Xuan Zheng is not at a disadvantage!

With a low roar, Xuan Zheng suddenly jumped up, and his body was surrounded by thick blood-colored mist. That was the blood demon energy he had cultivated for many years. At this moment, it seemed to have turned into substance, shrouding his figure in a bloody storm.

The bloodthirsty devil knife in his hand made a buzzing sound under the stimulation of spiritual power. Blood-colored lines flowed on the blade, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling and roaring in it, emitting a heart-pounding and terrifying aura.

Wang Da stood opposite, his green robe fluttering in the wind, his old face full of viciousness!

He held the Qingfeng Sword in his hand. The sword was crystal clear, like the autumn sky and clear water, exuding an extraordinary sword energy.

Facing Xuan Zheng's fierce attack, Wang Da's face was solemn, but his eyes flashed with determination and indomitable spirit.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged. He lightly tapped the tip of the sword, and instantly it turned into thousands of sword shadows, like a pouring galaxy, sweeping towards Xuan Zheng.

"Blood Demon Blade Qi, cut!"

Xuan Zheng roared and swung the magic knife. A blood-red blade energy cut through the sky, carrying the power to destroy the world, and collided fiercely with those sword shadows.

Suddenly, the entire small world trembled, the space was directly torn apart, and a deafening roar erupted.

The sword energy and sword shadows intertwined with each other, turning into a brilliant light and shadow, wrapping the two people in it, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

In the chaos, Xuan Zheng's figure suddenly jumped up. He gave up the long-range sword attack, and instead flashed and rushed directly towards Wang Da.

The evil spirit all over his body was fully activated, and his body seemed to have turned into tangible evil spirit. His speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

Wang Da's expression changed slightly when he saw this, but he reacted extremely quickly. He held the Qingfeng Sword horizontally, and a dazzling light condensed on the tip of the sword, ready to meet Xuan Zheng's suppression.

"Sword shadow strangles, break!"

This old fellow was indeed experienced in combat. With a low shout from Wang Da, the light on the tip of the sword instantly burst out and turned into countless tiny sword shadows.

Like an impenetrable net, it attacked Xuan Zheng.

However, Xuan Zheng seemed to be completely oblivious to the threat posed by these sword shadows. He twisted his body in the air and avoided the layers of killing moves from the sword net at an incredible angle.

At the same time, the magic knife was swung out, aiming directly at Wang Da's vital points.

Wang Da snorted coldly and retreated violently. At the same time, the Qingfeng Sword drew a graceful arc in the air and intersected with the Demonic Knife.

The two divine weapons collided, making a deafening roar. Under the surge of spiritual power, the surrounding space shattered and could no longer withstand the battle between the two.

However, after this brief confrontation, the two separated again, and Wang Da's face looked extremely ugly.

"Who are you?"

"Has my Feihua Sect ever offended you?"

The Fourth Elder also felt that Xuan Zheng was a difficult situation, so he did not fight to the death, but asked the reason.

And what responded to him was Xuan Zheng’s killer move!

"Buzz!"

A wave of blood slashed towards Wang Da, and the latter's face changed drastically!

"impossible!!!".

Chapter 1,438 It’s my turn!

Wang Da never expected that this saint-level kid in front of him would be so powerful.

"Who are you anyway?!"

They were recalled recently. Although they don’t know what big thing the sect leader has to do, it seems to be something that can be done right now!

In front of the Feihua Sect's mountain gate, the night was as dark as ink, the stars were hidden, and only the mountain wind was howling, carrying a somewhat ominous omen.

The moonlight penetrated the thick clouds, sprinkling mottled light on the two figures, and murderous aura continued to boil in them.

Wang Da stood in front of the mountain gate, holding the Qingfeng Sword across his chest. A faint green light flowed through the sword, as if it contained the spirit of the mountains and rivers, but it could not hide the fear and uneasiness in his eyes.

The boy in front of him was too strong, and he knew very well that this battle was of great importance.

Xuan Zheng held the bloodthirsty devil knife in his hand. Although his cultivation was only at the peak of Saint, his strength was really too weird.

Moreover, the terrifying Blood Demon's sword energy made him deeply fearful.

"Feihua Sect, we are here to fight today to settle our karma. You will surely die today!"

Xuan Zheng's voice was low and hoarse, and boundless blood rose into the sky. He stepped out of the darkness and onto the sky.

Every step seemed to step on Wang Da's heartstrings, making him tremble involuntarily.

Xuan Zheng held the bloodthirsty devil knife in his hand. The blade was as black as night, with a faint red light flickering. It was the devilish energy condensed from the blood of countless creatures, which was terrifying.

"Boy, who the hell are you? How dare you come to my Feihua Sect? You three will definitely pay the price for this battle today. It won't be that easy to kill me!"

Wang Da suppressed his inner fear. Although his voice trembled, the fierceness in his eyes did not dissipate in the slightest.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Da suddenly jumped up, and the Qingfeng sword turned into a stream of green light, going straight for Xuanzheng's vital point.

The sword shadows were heavy, like thousands of vines intertwined, forming a huge sword net, trying to trap Xuan Zheng in it.

This is his unique skill - sword shadow strangulation. Once hit, even a cultivator with high cultivation level will find it difficult to escape.

However, Xuan Zheng curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his body flashed strangely, easily avoiding Wang Da's attack.

Then, he swung the bloodthirsty devil knife in his hand suddenly, and a blood-red knife energy roared out like a dragon, rushing straight towards Wang Da.

The blood demon's sword energy was not only extremely sharp, but also contained extremely strong corrosive power. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be torn apart.

Wang Da was horrified and quickly swung his sword to block, but the moment the Qingfeng Sword touched the Blood Demon's sword energy, a "hissing" sound was heard and black spots appeared on the sword.

Only then did he realize that this kid's strength might be even more terrifying than he had imagined!

Fear and anxiety surged like a tide, almost drowning him.

But Wang Da did not give up. He gritted his teeth, mobilized all his spiritual power, and the Qingfeng Sword once again turned into sword shadows all over the sky.

This time, he was no longer just defending, but taking the initiative to attack, trying to make up for the lack of quality with the advantage of quantity.

However, Xuan Zheng seemed to see through his intentions, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His figure became blurred again, and he shuttled between the sword shadows like a ghost. Every time he swung his sword, he cut off the sword shadows with incredible precision.

Wang Da's offensive seemed like child's play in his eyes.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Wang Da accidentally revealed a flaw, and Xuan Zheng seized the opportunity and chopped him down with a knife.

Wang Da only felt an irresistible force coming at him, and the whole person was blown away and fell heavily to the ground. The Qingfeng Sword also flew out of his hand and stuck in the ground not far away.

"You...you...can't kill me!!!"

Wang Da struggled to get up, but found that he was already at the end of his strength. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

He looked up at Xuan Zheng, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair.

Xuan Zheng slowly approached, holding the bloodthirsty devil knife high, ready to give Wang Da the final blow.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the Feihua Sect's mountain gate, and a powerful spiritual power wave swept out, shocking Xuan Zheng and forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

"Who dares to act wildly in my Feihua Sect?"

A furious roar resounded through the sky, and several figures rushed out from the mountain gate, heading straight for Xuanzheng.

Chapter 1,439 Revenge, just for this moment!

The moment he saw Zhu Hao appear, Qin Daoren's eyes turned red.

But he still didn't take action immediately, but calmed himself.

Ying An also looked at the people who came. Except for Zhu Hao, the other two were in the early stage of Shou Dao Realm.

"Go ahead, kill this old thief first!"

Xuan Zheng no longer hesitated and took action directly.

He didn't expect that he could actually kill a person in the Shoudao realm now. Although this person in the Shoudao realm was relatively weak, he was still not comparable to the Xuqi Sect disciple at the beginning.

The long knife in his hand fell, the head flew up, and the soul was also swallowed. At this moment, Zhu Hao's eyes turned red.

"You bastard, I'm going to skin you alive!"

As they spoke, the murderous intent of the three men rushed towards Xuan Zheng, but at this moment, Ying An took action.

"Leave these two to me, Xuanzheng, and you go deal with the disciples and deacons in the sect!"

"yes, Sir!"

After saying that, Xuan Zheng rushed in, and Zhu Hao was also stopped by Qin Dao Ren!

Taoist Qin stood in front of the Feihua School's gate with carved beams and painted buildings. A breeze blew by, carrying tiny petals, gently falling on his shoulders, seemingly unintentionally yet intentionally reflecting his complex and unspeakable mood at the moment.

His gaze penetrated through the layers of flying flowers and finally fixed on Zhu Hao who was slowly walking into his sight - he had been his mortal enemy for many years. Every time he thought of him, his heart was ached like a knife.

His breathing involuntarily became rapid, his fists clenched tightly, and his fingertips turned white from the force, as if he was trying his best to suppress the hatred and unwillingness surging in his heart.

But in this instant, a complex look flashed across Qin Daoren's eyes. It was a contemplation of past grudges and a helplessness towards the fate that had played tricks on him.