Suddenly, Yan Jingfeng's eyes were like lightning, and an electric light was generated in the vacuum. He scanned everyone one by one and said coldly: "The God Burial Sword is mine! I'll give you ten breaths, get out immediately, otherwise I won't kill you."

amnesty!"

His voice was extremely domineering, leaving no chance for rejection.

Yan Jingfeng is determined to get this God-Burying Sword. If he can understand the sword intention left by Lord Kaitian Sword in it, he is very likely to break through the bottleneck and become a true immortal who can overcome the tribulation.

Suddenly, the elder from Longyin Palace took a step forward and said loudly:

"Senior Yan, you have unparalleled magical skills and unparalleled sword skills. You are the object of our admiration! However, the treasure has a spirit, and you can choose its owner! We have traveled thousands of miles to come here, and we can't go in vain. Why not-"

Halfway through the Longyin Palace elder's words, his voice suddenly stopped and he stood there as if he had been petrified, unable to move.

"Huh? What's going on?"

His strangeness made everyone focus on him.

The next moment, an extremely horrifying scene appeared in everyone's sight——

I saw a bright red line of blood appearing in the center of the body of the elder of Longyin Palace.

From the Tianling Cap on the top of the head, all the way down, passing through the face, throat, chest, lower abdomen...

"Crack!"

After a few seconds, his body was divided into two parts, separated to the left and right.

Blood gushes out like a fountain, and the internal organs and intestines are floating in the universe, constantly drifting because there is no gravity.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably spit out their last night's meal.

Cut in two with one knife, the spirit disappears and dies!

…

"hiss!"

A few seconds later, the fifth elder of Xuantian Palace, Jingyun Sword Sect Shen Muhua and others all sucked in the cold air and felt a huge shock all over their bodies, as if they had been shocked by electricity.

They didn't even see clearly how Yan Jingfeng drew the sword, and the evil sword didn't seem to have left the scabbard.

However, the death of the elder of Longyin Palace is an indisputable fact.

A sword like a ghost easily killed a third-level god-transformation monk.

If Yan Jingfeng used such invisible sword skills again, he might be able to kill all the monks in the field in an instant.

Thinking of this, everyone's scalp was numb and cold sweat broke out.

Although the God-Burying Sword is precious, even if they borrow a hundred courages, they would not dare to make an enemy of Yan Jingfeng.

"Senior Yan, we will retreat now!" Shen Muhua said loudly, then retreated without looking back, preparing to return to the Starry Sky Sword Boat.

Other god-transformation monks also followed suit.

As for the five elders of Xuantian Palace, no matter how unwilling they are, there is nothing they can do.

Inside the colorful treasure boat.

Although it was far away from the real battlefield, Ye Fan also witnessed with his own eyes the supreme grace of Xie Daoyan Jingfeng.

With Ye Fan's current strength, there is a world of difference between him and Yan Jingfeng.

Even if he borrowed Mr. Wei's power, he would never be Yan Jingfeng's opponent, so he didn't dare to think of killing the Divine Burial Sword.

At this moment, in the vast universe in the distance, a burst of overbearing laughter came:
Chapter completed!