The air around suddenly stopped, and the rolling heat wave rushed over, causing the entire void to slightly deform, so that the golden ripples emitted by the treasure wheel were distorted in the void, and the range of the affected area was also reduced a lot.

Seeing that the fire dragon was about to fly closer, Yang Feng raised his palm and waved it suddenly.

A black light emanated, and the heavy water treasure wheel flew out from it, turning into a millstone and floating in front of Yang Feng, spinning violently, making waves of howling sounds.

The Taoist pattern on the Chongshui Treasure Wheel shone brightly, and streams of black heavy water gushed out from it, turning into a huge whirlpool in the sky, facing the fire dragon.

The five fire dragons opened their mouths wide, and the magma inside was rolling, and black smoke was emitting, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

Immediately afterwards, five sounds of muffled thunder came, and fire lights burst out from the fire dragon's mouth, and countless magma ejected out like meteors, smashing towards the heavy water treasure wheel.

Rumble!

A series of shocking sounds came, and the entire sky was reflected in red by the flames.

The fire rain in the sky hit the vortex of the Chongshui Treasure Wheel, causing a huge black wave of 100 meters. Although it did not smash the Chongshui Treasure Wheel, it made the Chongshui Treasure Wheel tremble.

Yang Feng raised his hands high and his whole body kept trembling, obviously he couldn't stand this powerful force.

Yang Feng said to himself: "Is Fire Dragon Ball? You are really willing to spend money..."

After saying this, Yang Feng's eyes suddenly flashed, his hands changed, his body did not retreat but advanced, and he slapped the heavy water treasure wheel with a palm.

Buzz!

The Chongshui Baoteng made a roar, and the black water waves gushed out of it suddenly surged, and instead rushed towards the fire dragon.

Five fire dragons swooped down, one water and one fire, and under the violent collision, they merged together, and bursts of white mist rose.

At this moment, Yang Feng suddenly roared: "Black water fills the sky!"

A shocking roar suddenly sounded above the sky above the altar.

A flash of lightning flashed, and a black hole suddenly tore open from the sky. A large amount of heavy water surged out from it, turning into an extremely huge black waterfall and floating in the sky.

Hu Shan looked up at the sky, staring at the flood, his eyes widened.

Hu Shan couldn't believe that this was a method that a true immortal could use.

But now that things have come to this point, even if Hu Shan wants to shake hands and make peace, it is too late.

Hu Shan gritted his teeth, his hands danced in the void, and his magic tricks flew out and landed on the iron scroll.

A golden light flashed on the iron scroll, and golden words flew out from it, landing on the eight golden dragon pillars around the formation.

The dragon pillar illuminated, and the heads of the eight golden dragons were slightly raised, and two red lights shot out from their eyes at the same time, gathering on the altar and turning into a red light curtain.

The Chongshui Waterfall under the sky fell down, and fell heavily on the light curtain like Mount Tai.

"Boom..."

With a series of continuous roars, the red light curtain trembled violently, and waves splashed like waves of water slamming against the shore.

Hu Shan is under the huge waves, and the feeling is naturally the most intuitive and real.

He could clearly see the violent shock caused by heavy water falling on the light curtain, and he could also clearly feel the powerful pressure brought by the huge force.

Above the red light curtain, huge depressions formed by heavy water impact, and golden dragon patterns flashed wildly on it. Although they were never broken, they could not support much time when they looked.

Hu Shan frowned, looked up at the ten thousand sword iron coupon floating high in the sky, and suddenly with a move of his hands, the iron coupon flew back and fell into his hands.

He stretched out a finger, and a golden light flashed at the finger, and a hole was drawn, and red blood surged out.

I saw him use his fingers to write quickly on the iron coupon with blood as ink.

As his fingers moved, a strange dark red rune soon appeared on the surface of the iron voucher.

After the rune was formed, the original golden pattern on the iron voucher began to be infected by a layer of red light, and soon turned into a blood-red color, like blood vessels, crawling throughout the iron voucher.

Hu Shan held the iron voucher with both hands, a resolute look flashed in his eyes, and he held it on his chest like a breastplate.

I saw red and black light lit up from his chest, and the iron coupon of Ten Thousand Swords flashed and penetrated into his body, blending into one with him.

As the formation hub of the entire formation, the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Certificate left the altar, and the entire formation also stopped operating.

The heat of the red sea of ​​fire below the hanging altar subsided, the flames went out, and gradually turned into a violently surging cloud. The red light curtain in the sky above also sounded "bang" and turned into a red crystal light, dissipating.

The golden shadows in the sky dissipated, and all the flying swords attracted by the magic circle did not fall back to the sword sea. They just dissipated the form of the sword dragon, and were still pulled by an invisible force, and they just floated in the void without moving.

The black waterfall in the sky was originally a fantasy created by Yang Feng with the magical power of "Fayan and Earth". At this moment, the whole world returned to peace.

Without the blockage of flying swords and the invasion of fire dragons, Yang Feng rushed upwards, and after a few flashes, he fell into the hanging altar.

He glanced over and saw Hu Shan's body covered with a layer of black scales. There was a layer of dense blood rays surrounding him, and his breath also changed.

Those blood lights are not other things, but wisps of sword energy that are extremely pure and condensed into substance. They are extremely sharp and cut the void around them into pieces. Even the golden ripples of Yang Feng's treasure wheel cannot penetrate into them.

"You are such a precious sword cultivator, and you do such a poor use. Don't you feel that it's wasteful?" Yang Feng shook his head gently and said with regret.

"It's okay, it's just consuming part of the eternal sword energy stored in it. As long as you can kill you, it won't be a loss."

As Hu Shan said, he walked forward, stretched out his hand, split and closed his five fingers, and grasped the golden sword floating in the center of the altar.

When the flying sword was started, the red dark patterns on the black armor around it suddenly lit up, and the blurred blood light surrounding him immediately spread down, wrapping his natal flying sword.

Hu Shan's cultivation fluctuations were still in the late stage of the True Immortality, but his aura was completely different. He stood there without any offensive, but he seemed to be a rare magic weapon in the world, showing his sharpness.

Seeing this, Yang Feng's pupils shrank slightly, but they immediately returned to normal.

"Actually, I still have something unknown. Why did you control my Spirit Gathering Sword Formation? Could it be that you are also the descendant of the Wuqing Sword Sect?" After Hu Shan gained the upper hand, he did not rush to take action, but asked slowly.

"Didn't Wuqing Sword Sect disappear millions of years ago? How could there be any descendants of the sidelines?" Yang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and said in confusion.

"So, you are not...but it's okay, you deserve to fight me." Hu Shan sighed with regret.

After saying that, his toes fell on the ground, and his body rushed away, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Yang Feng straight at him.

Yang Feng's eyes flashed, his body floated up, and he retreated to the edge of the altar without stopping. He took a little railing on his toes and continued to retreat backwards.

I saw a dark red light flashing on Hu Shan’s long sword, and a blood-colored sword light suddenly burst out from the tip of the sword, instantly piercing through the void a hundred feet away, and then it reached several feet in front of Yang Feng’s chest, before being blocked by the golden ripples released by the treasure wheel, and the castration slowed down.

Yang Feng took advantage of the opportunity to sway and swept back several feet again before stopping.

He looked at the blood-colored sword light that was gradually dissipating with lingering fear. If he hadn't opened the distance in time, the speed of the sword's flying would definitely be enough to offset the slowing effect of the treasure wheel and pierce his chest.

"It would be great if all the time Taoist patterns were still there..."

After thinking about it, Yang Feng rushed down and flew towards the countless flying swords hovering in the air.

As a result, before his figure reached the Immortal Sword, a cold sword energy suddenly came from behind, causing a chill on his back.

He quickly reversed the treasure wheel, tilted his body to the right in the void, and avoided the sword light.

With a "whoosh", the blood-red sword light shot past him and pierced into the dense flying sword formation. After a crisp and sharp sound, dozens of flying swords were stabbed by the sword light and cracked into pieces.

Yang Feng took this opportunity and flashed his body and finally arrived next to the seventy-two immortal swords.

He poked out his palm, grabbed one of them, and pulled it out hard, but was surprised to find that the flying sword was imprisoned by a powerful force and it was not moving at all.

Just as he was surprised, a figure flashed across his back, but Hu Shan had already chased him, so he raised his hand and waved his sword and slashed him hard.

Yang Feng ignored the changes behind him, and only clasped the hilt of the sword with his palm. With a thought, he separated a wisp of spiritual thought and injected it into the sword body.

The sword body in his hand suddenly trembled, and a crisp sound of sword sound was made, as if he had felt the mental connection with Yang Feng again, and seemed extremely happy.

At the same time, a long sword wrapped in blood-colored sword light also slashed towards the back of his neck.

On the treasure wheel behind him, there were only a dozen balls of time-trace lights that were left, and the golden ripples blooming from them condensed a little, protecting him from Yang Feng.

However, facing the long sword wrapped in eternal sword energy, the reduction effect of the treasure wheel was greatly reduced, and it only slightly delayed the speed of the sword's edge falling, which was not enough to allow Yang Feng to avoid it.

At the critical moment, a black light flashed and turned into a huge black treasure wheel, blocking Hu Shan's sword edge like a shield.

Only a sharp sound of "clang" was heard!

Hu Shan's long sword broke through the black light outside the Chongshui Treasure Wheel and slashed directly on the wheel body.
Chapter completed!