"I was careless..."

At this moment, Feng Changkong felt extremely regretful.

If it were his true form and Demon Lord Yishan was here, Yang Yunfan's sword would pose no threat to him.

He didn't even need to dodge. Yang Yunfan could attack casually, but his physical defense couldn't be broken.

It's a pity that his physical body is that of a human monk. His physical strength is not very good, and his cultivation level is not much better than that of Yang Yunfan.

In addition, he uses the soul of the Demon Lord to control the human body. Even though he has taken away "Feng Changkong" for ten thousand years, the fusion of soul and body is very good, but there is still a long way to go before the true complete fusion.

A little distance.

This subtle incompatibility of spirit and flesh usually has little impact.

But at this moment, before a life-and-death crisis, this sense of disharmony has been infinitely magnified!

escape!

Must escape!

Feng Changkong ran away desperately!

However, how can his physical flight compare to a precious flying sword like Longyuan Divine Sword?

"Can't escape!"

"It seems that we can only fight to the death!"

Looking back at the sword light that was almost within reach, Feng Changkong felt anxious.

Instead of just sitting back and waiting to be killed by the Dragon Abyss Divine Sword, why not give it a try!

"Conquer the wind and turn it into a dragon!"

He turned back suddenly, and in one of his eyes, the golden aperture suddenly shrank, and with a flick of his eye, a strange storm spirit pattern shot out.

"roar!"

This spiritual pattern fell into the void, absorbing the surrounding wind energy, and after a while, it turned into a blue dragon.

This dragon has no body, and its whole body is emitting cyan light. It opens its teeth and claws, and is very fierce. It rushes directly towards the Dragon Abyss Divine Sword!

"A wind-attributed elemental dragon wants to fight with the Dragon Abyss Divine Sword? You are overestimating your own capabilities!"

When Yang Yunfan saw this scene, he snorted coldly, his eyes radiated a cold light, and he controlled the Long Yuan Divine Sword with his mind to speed up!

boom!

I saw a huge green dragon phantom appearing on the sword body of Longyuan Divine Sword.

"hold head high!"

The green dragon flicked its tail and roared in the sky, causing the endless water elements in the surrounding heaven and earth to condense in a mighty manner.

Soon after, these water elements formed a huge ice blue sword.

This water element divine sword is filled with bright starlight, and there are seven star patterns faintly, which are the unique Dao patterns on the sword body of Long Yuan Divine Sword. The seven stars flash, outlining a mysterious formation, with the spirit of seducing souls.

The power of soul!

"Huh? This is..."

In an instant, Feng Changkong, who was running desperately in front, was affected by the seven-star spiritual pattern, and felt that his soul was stagnant, as if being pulled by a whirlpool.

His flying speed suddenly slowed down to less than one third.

"not good!"

Seeing the terrifying ice blue divine sword pressing down, especially the seven star patterns flashing on the divine sword, Feng Changkong couldn't help but think of a forbidden technique!

"This is... a magical power, the seven-star soul-sealing technique?"

At this moment, Feng Changkong's eyes were about to burst, "The seven star spirit patterns outline the forbidden art that seals the soul! That's right, it's the soul sealing art that is aimed at seizing the body of my demon clan!"

In ancient times, there were many demons in the supreme realm who took a fancy to the talents of the cubs of the ancient gods. They quietly came to seize their bodies and cultivated these cubs into their own bodies. At the same time, they absorbed the talents and blood of the ancient gods to strengthen themselves.

strength.

For this reason, the Ancient Sword God created a powerful soul-sealing technique, the Seven-Star Soul-Sealing Technique, which is specifically aimed at souls in the demon realm like Feng Changkong.

It can be said that this Longyuan Divine Sword is Feng Changkong’s absolute nemesis!

far away.

Yang Yunfan was bleeding all over. He ignored his injuries and stared coldly at Feng Changkong's back. He wanted to lure this guy into the trap, but he endured the pain of being pierced by ten thousand swords. How could he let him escape easily?

"Sword Swinging Style!" Yang Yunfan roared angrily.

Bang!

Ahead, the ice-blue water element sword suddenly launched a mighty attack.

This sword, slashing forward, has the power to split mountains and rivers.

How to resist the hastily gathered wind element dragon?

With a crash, he was cut into pieces by this sword.

In an instant, the overwhelming sword light directly passed over the body of the wind elemental dragon and crushed directly towards Feng Changkong!

boom!

The huge sword light slashed down, almost tearing the void apart, causing the whole world to shake violently!

"You want to kill me with just the light of your sword? Yang Yunfan, you are talking nonsense!"

Feng Changkong is also a Dzogchen monk, and has practiced hard for ten thousand years. In addition, he has a soul in the supreme realm, so he can react very quickly at this time. His huge silver-white wings quickly block in front of him. The dense bone spurs are extremely tough.

, each bone spur is equivalent to a low-level spiritual treasure.

At this moment, Yang Yunfan's sword light fell on the bone spur wings, making a "bang bang bang" impact sound. Although it shattered dozens of bone spurs, it did not hurt Feng Changkong's body!

"The supreme realm is really amazing!"

"It's just a soul seizing the body, and the borrowed body power is also extremely limited. Just relying on these bone spur wings, you can block my sword!"

Yang Yunfan was secretly surprised!

He knew that he had a slim chance of killing Feng Changkong, but he never expected that even though he tried his best, he couldn't even injure the opponent!

…

The other side.

More than a hundred miles away from the battlefield, the bronze crane suffered from indigestion after devouring the souls of too many strong men, causing its own soul to be in turmoil and in poor condition, so Yang Yunfan left it to the care of Ming Jianzun and Ye Qingxue.

But at this time, after a short rest, the bronze crane had almost absorbed the soul power of those powerful god kings.

It opened its eyes and finally regained consciousness.

"Huh? We're out already?"

The bronze crane raised his eyelids and looked around, and soon found that he had left the bottom of the Holy Spirit Lake.

"Chirp!"

It was so happy that it stretched its neck and looked up to the sky and let out a long cry. It was about to spread its wings and fly high, but suddenly saw the sword light a hundred miles away!

"Um?"

"What's going on? That person seems to be the young master? Who is the young master chasing?"

The bronze crane was very confused. Its eyes moved, and its emerald-like eyes glowed faintly. It quickly saw the person in front of Yang Yunfan clearly.

"No! Is this the soul breath of the Demon Lord?"

"Young Master's body is bleeding profusely. It should be a life-and-death battle with this demon lord."

"Damn it, a mere wisp of the Demon Lord's soul imprint, how dare you harm the young master?"

Seeing that Yang Yunfan's clothes were stained with blood, it was unclear where the bronze crane was. It must have been this clone of the demon king that attacked Yang Yunfan.

"By bullying the young master, you don't take me, Xiaohe, seriously!"
Chapter completed!