There was a loud bang.

Chen Feng held the exquisite scale and knelt on one knee. He was pushed and slid far away by a huge force, and a deep slip mark was plowed in front of him.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with a trace of blood and stood up shakingly.

The giant sword spirit was born.

A vague shadow of the sword spirit was slashing towards Chen Feng with both hands.

Chen Feng started to be as light as a feather, his body was light and empty, and was swept by the sword wind.

If he lifted the mountain and added it again, his body would just rise and fall if it violated the physical norms.

Chen Feng's strange figure twisted an S curve in the air, rubbing the sword edge and standing on the giant sword.

His body sank, and the Kurosawa Mountain Rock that was lifting the mountain was pressing heavily on the giant sword.

Good opportunity... Chen Feng stretched out his hand and the big silver corpse that had been waiting in the void shuttle for a long time flew into the air.

The big hair slammed up and roared in the air, carrying a circle of stirring sound waves, and pinched the fist and smashed it towards the hilt of the sword.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, the sound of iron thrust stirring up invisible sound waves, the big hair fist bones caught fire, the buried iron wire was very tough, protecting the joints from severe damage.

The big hair roared irritably, with no defensive at all, and his two fists hit the hilt of the sword, constantly thrusting.

The phantom of the sword spirit kept rising and fading, and it was light and dark.

Duan Qi'an, the soul of the peasant woman, the disciple of the sword furnace, the people of the sword sacrifice, and the quick switching between hundreds or thousands of different faces.

Finally it turned into half of Qi'an and half of the fuzzy sword spirit of the peasant woman's soul.

The sword spirit was unstable and prone to irritability. He roared, "The torch will never be extinguished, and the magic sword will be formed by itself." He roared, "I can hold on for another round, can I not hold on?"

Chen Feng secretly scolded himself for being stupid, and wasn’t he stupid when he tried his best to fight with the giant sword?

Everything has a spirit, and everything has a soul.

This sword spirit is the soul of the giant sword.

The target of Linglong Scale should have been aimed at this chaotic sword spirit.

Judging from the appearance of the sword spirit, it is obvious that the two main obsessions are entangled. Taking advantage of the chaos, they will not be called the soul at this time, and when will they be called the soul?

Without further ado... Feeling the trembling of the sword under his feet, Chen Feng no longer hesitated, but instead let go of the Kurosawa Mountain Rock.

Just like two people fighting at the same time, Chen Feng suddenly let go and his giant sword took advantage of the situation to slap it.

With this reaction force superimposed, Chen Feng kicked on the sword surface and was shot out with the exquisite scale.

Retract... and release, the Black Stone disappeared behind Chen Feng like teleportation, and appeared in front of Chen Feng again.

The sword spirit phantom raised his hand and grabbed it.

With a squeak, the Kurosawa Mountain Rock, like a fiery red branding iron, was stamped on the ice, and slowly melted into the sword spirit's body.

Chen Feng could only hear the sound of the Yin and Yang Book of Blessed Blind sounding twice, and then it stopped ringing.

The sword spirit passed by and gradually disintegrated.

Countless souls that were entangled by obsessions were refined into residual souls by yang fish and yin fire, and had long been on the verge of disappearing.

The Linglong scale weighed the two main obsessions, disintegrated the new life of the sword spirit, and the bound remnant soul gained freedom, but there was no return.

The decline in ashes cannot be stopped.

Thousands of scattered souls turned into sparks and scattered everywhere, and countless phantoms before they dissipated thanked Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's nose felt sore for no reason... So many souls are alive and alive. They cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation. How can you be qualified to enter?

Chen Feng was like not seeing Duan Qi'an, the peasant woman's resentment soul, and let them die.

After calling the soul, the soul will become confused, and only a very small number of souls still have some distractions.

After being weighed by Linglong scale, it is even more impossible to make a flower come true.

Those who sacrifice their swords with people will not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Those who become spiritual accomplices with evil will not enter the samsara.

I, Chen Feng, call me the soul master, and I am talking about walking in the cycle of reincarnation.

At this point, Chen Feng calmed down and was about to put the giant sword into the Void Shuttle, but the ground trembled and countless sword sounded.

In the sword furnace, the masterless sword trembled lightly at the same time.

In the ruins in Chen Feng's eyes, one, two, three...number of swords stood up, and the sword edge was facing his direction at the same time.

Chen Feng was shocked, as if he was facing a great enemy. Is this posture going to be penetrated by thousands of swords?

The standing sword turned tremblingly, and then fell back to its original place.

It's like a magnet attracting it, suddenly it lacks magnetism and loses gravity.

This strange scene almost scared Chen Feng to death.

Just as he was glad, a roar of rage resounded through the sky with an unwilling roar.

Da Mao was the first to react, responding to an angry roar, and rushed out with a blink of an eye.

"Er... Ermao's voice?" Chen Feng's eyes were surprised and shouted anxiously: "Liuli is in danger?"

Just as he chased the big hair.

The giant sword behind Chen Feng stabbed a sound explosion with a whoosh, and then came first, surpassing Chen Feng's position, surpassing the fast-moving big hair, turning into a stream of light, shooting towards the direction of the gambling house.

There was a bang and an explosion.

In Chen Feng's eyes, the ruined gambling house that was far away, first a fire ray soared into the sky, followed by a small cloud of mushrooms rising under the fire.

The big and Ermao's irritable roar came out at the same time.

There was also a female whisper that was extremely arrogant and exuded a strong and confident voice, "Sword Comes".

The sword has gone.

The ruined gambling house, along with the surrounding buildings, were gone.

This moment.

The three giants of Demon Slaying Hall, Demon Suppressing Hall, and Soul-Suppressing Department could no longer sit still and flew towards the gambling house.

Chen Feng felt a shocking wave in his heart, and when he arrived at the ruins of the gambling house.

I only saw Master Quan San, standing in the same place, broken, covered in holes, and falling flesh on his body.

Also, the three Kyoto giants who stand in different positions and are eyeing the body of Quan Sanye in a precautionary manner.

The body of Master Quan San is unusual. The flesh ribbon has the power of regeneration, and the blood is not dark red, but a trace of golden scimitar.

The regeneration power was raging and eroded by a sword intent, and even Chen Feng, who doesn't know much about swordsmanship, could feel the domineering.

"I didn't expect that Quan San was the remnant of the zombie clan of the previous dynasty. Such a demonic way should be under my control of the Demon Subduing Hall." Han Lin, who was riding under the seat, said without hesitation, and pointed at the demon-subduing pestle and caged it with a formation.

The sound of the sword buzzed, and a sword light hit the formation.

Feng Bucheng, who has a fairy-like style and white beard, has his hands and white beards, and he slowly said: "It's not true, the zombie tribe transcends human ethics and forms oneself. He is undoubtedly in charge of the demon-slaying palace."

"The soul of the zombie tribe is special, the three souls and seven spirits have been destroyed. The new spiritual wisdom is, when it comes to the root, it is my devil's killing palace." Jin Fengwei, who had a female face, pinched the wind and fire technique in his hand, gave half of the formation to Han Lin and half to Feng Bucheng's sword intent.

"Nonsense, my soul is gone, what's the matter with you, Jin Fei Mother." Han Linfen used the formation to resist the Jin Fengwei's magic tricks and said to Feng Bucheng again: "This time, you and I will divide it equally, how about it."

Feng Bucheng looked slowly, looked at Jin Fengwei whose face was getting colder, and then looked at Han Lin, who was sending his eyes to him with a sound, and said, "No, who else can I do if I can do it if I can do it."

"I have no choice but to kill the Demon Palace."

"I deserve it."

For a moment, there was no dispute.

Chen Feng could see that the three bosses were all just speaking righteously, but they were actually coveting the glorious Taoist rhyme and supreme sword intent that raged the body of Master Quan.

He quietly retreated, and none of these big guys could afford to offend me. It would be better not to notice me. I am just a little shrimp. It is more important to find my housekeeper. Is this sword intent? Whatever you want.

The three of them were arguing and they all looked at Chen Feng.

"You said, how do you divide it?"

Han Lin's threatening voice came.

Chen Feng quietly bent his body and was tiptoing. Half of his legs had just been lifted up and had not yet put them down, and his whole body was stiff.

A few drops of sweat.

Tag.

Tag.

Fall down.

Then he was sweating profusely.

Chen Feng felt.

I am steaming the hottest sauna.
Chapter completed!