Before Qin Qifeng's words came down, there was a hurricane on the top of Shenjian peak.

The wind moves with the sword.

The blade storm has a terrible strangling power. There is nothing to stop it when it passes by. It is twisted into powder.

The Holy Lord seemed to know the storm of the sword blade. The whip of the fire shook violently. Countless whip shadows were like snakes breathing the fire, and quickly gathered together in the void.

"Red Lotus!"

The Holy Lord burst out to drink, and the flame snake all over the sky suddenly condensed, forming a charming red lotus in the mid air.

Red lotus in the sky, surrounded by flames, budding flowers, like pregnant with heaven and earth, slowly blooming in the void. With the opening of the petals, a purple flame that seems to be able to burn the sky and destroy the earth comes out from the rosette.

"Boom -"

an earth shaking sound exploded in the void. After the purple flame spewed out, it seemed to drain all the vitality of the void red lotus, and then the red lotus withered and dissipated between heaven and earth.

And the purple flame condensed into a little bit in the void, like a bullet, shooting towards the blade storm.

"Boom -"

there was another loud noise. The formed blade storm collided with the bullet condensed by the purple flame, and the two powerful forces were evenly matched. After the collision, they broke up in an instant, causing astonishing energy ripples.

"Boom, boom -"

the energy ripple surges on Shenjian peak, like a hurricane passing through. Countless plants are uprooted, thrown into the air, and then strangled by the energy ripple.

It's not only the plants, but also the doomsday on the top of Shenjian peak. But all tangible things are twisted into powder by this energy ripple.

All the houses, stones, weapons, half of the bodies of flying lions and beasts left on the ground were turned into dust. For a moment, there was only a piece of silt left on the top of Shenjian peak, not even a little hard stone.

At this time, there seems to be a dust storm on the top of Shenjian peak. The dust is all over the sky, and it is only after a long time that the dust gradually subsides and a figure gradually emerges.

"You Cough Ye Pengfei, you are just in harmony. Cough How can he master such a powerful force in the realm of harmony

The voice of the LORD came. He coughed constantly, his whole body was stained with blood, and his speech was very difficult. It was obvious that the man had been seriously injured.

Before the Lord's words were finished, "miso" sounded three times. Three big dipper Seven Star swords lost the control of Zhenyuan and fell to the ground. Ye Pengfei's figure also gradually fell from the sky.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he couldn't support himself and sat down on the ground. Shinan Jian became a sword spirit and danced confidently around Ye Pengfei, making a "buzzing" sword sound, as if worried about ye Pengfei's state.

Ye Pengfei is not so good at this time.

The Big Dipper seven star sword is a precious weapon in ancient times. It has a very high grade. It controls three big dipper Seven Star swords at one time and uses the blade storm to drain almost all the real yuan in his body.

This is the result of his transformation last night. Even if he could control three big dipper swords at one time, he would never have the strength to use the blade storm power again.

"Oh..." Ye Pengfei sat on the ground, sneering: "you know nothing about power."

It's not groundless for ye Pengfei to make fun of each other.

Huge consumption means huge achievements.

At least the power of Ye Pengfei's blade storm is comparable to that of Mahayana's later Holy Lord. Ye Pengfei is only in the early stage of Tao. If you give him enough time to grow up, the power of his blade storm will definitely be more frightening in the future.

The Holy Lord's face was livid when he heard the words, but to wait for him to speak, a voice had already said first: "Ye Pengfei, we really underestimated you. I didn't expect that you could master such a terrible attack with your strength. If you grow up, I'm afraid of danger."

At the end of the speech, three figures gradually emerged, the other three holy masters of the wildfire cult.

Earlier, I saw that ye Pengfei had the courage to fight with his holy master. They all thought that ye Pengfei was beyond his ability. But the huge movement just now and the sword blade storm magic power that ye Pengfei used deeply shocked them.

If we put it in the past, they would never believe that someone could challenge the Lord in a state of harmony, but today they can't help seeing it with their own eyes.

"I have to admit that you are really strong, so strong that I am afraid. Compared with your frightening fighting power, the five holy sons in my religion are just the light of the grain of rice." Another Lord also spoke.

This man is an old man. He walks slowly to Ye Pengfei from the dust all over the sky, and his back is carrying a blood covered Lingzhi.

Seeing this man, ye Pengfei instinctively felt that there was a familiar smell on him. He noticed that there was a red flame mark in his eyebrow. The mark was not tattooed on him. It was likely that it was automatically generated after he reached a certain level by practicing some powerful skills.Because ye Pengfei can feel that there is a kind of terrible and mysterious power hidden in this mark. If it is released, it will be like a trapped animal coming out of the cage and half of the sky will be stained with blood.

Shinan sword is suspended on top of Ye Pengfei's head, making a rapid "buzzing" sound. Every time the old man approaches Ye Pengfei, the sound of Shinan sword is one point. Obviously, it also feels the old man's powerful strength.

"The blood of the God of gold. He is also the one who has the blood of the God of gold, and also the Mahayana Lord." Ye Pengfei was shocked, and he finally realized why this person would give him a familiar feeling.

This old man, like himself, is a strong man who has tempered a little bit of gold God's blood, and he is also a strong man of Mahayana.

"He Dao realm has the fighting power comparable to Mahayana. If you continue to grow up, even I will not be your opponent for some time. In order to ensure the future peace of my wildfire cult, I must get rid of you today." As the old man approached Ye Pengfei, he spoke slowly.

"Are you afraid of me?" Ye Pengfei's face remained unchanged, staring at the old man.

The old man nodded his head and admitted: "yes, I'm really afraid of you. I'm afraid that you will grow up, and I'm even more afraid that you will be harmful to the wildfire cult in the future."

Ye Pengfei sneered and said: "it's said that there is a great fire god in the wildfire cult. He has extraordinary strength and blood. What's the matter? Ye is just a little monk of he Dao. No matter how talented he is, he is far from enough to threaten the God of fire who has the blood of the emperor, right

Ye Pengfei seems to be showing weakness by saying this, but in fact he is inquiring about the situation of the God of wildfire and the great emperor of fire.

I have already formed an irreconcilable feud with the God of wildfire. To deal with the God of wildfire, we must count the so-called God of fire.

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