"The Pure Land of Gods!"

When Su Luo saw the sharp sword intent, his true energy rolled on his body, merged into the air, and condensed into the Pure Land of the Gods.

The breezes fell on the Pure Land of the Gods and became invincible in an instant, colliding with the Pure Land of the Gods and making an extremely dull sound.

The fine sword energy splashed around.

"The Gun of the God of the Underworld!"

A spear appeared in Su Luo's hand, and the breath of the infinite hell spread out from the spear. The true energy above Su Luo's head seemed to condense into a dark space, deep and invisible.

A vast, ancient, lonely aura permeated from Su Luo's body.

At this moment, Su Luo was like a god carrying hell.

Endless hell was born and died because of him.

"prick!"

Boom!

In his body, huge true energy was circulating wildly, forming true energy vortexes in his body. The force of these true energy vortexes is not ordinary spiral energy, but a unique hell spiral!

The spiral activates, and a burst of fire came out of his hand.

Under power, everything is destroyed.

The Qingfeng sword intents touched the spear and were instantly twisted and torn apart. They could not resist the spear of the God of the Underworld. They could only explode layer by layer and explode into nothingness.

"The sword is as intent as silk, and the hardness and softness are combined!"

Song Fan roared repeatedly, and his body continued to penetrate the true energy behind the Wind God Phantom. The Wind God Phantom suddenly became as real as the infusion of the true energy.

At the same time, Qingfeng sword intent emanated from the phantom and wrapped around the gun of the God of the Underworld.

The sword intent is like silk, and the hardness and softness are combined. This is an extremely profound move in the Qingfeng sword technique. It can soften the originally domineering and invincible sword intent, like a sponge. No matter how you attack, you cannot cut off this sword intent.

Once displayed, the sword intent is bound to the enemy like silk, and instantly turns into the most sharp sword intent. In an instant, the enemy can be split into pieces.

With one move being used, everyone saw that no matter how violent the power of the God of the Underworld was, they could never destroy the sword intent. Instead, the sword intent continued to fly up and down with the power, and finally found the gap and wrapped it around the gun of the God of the Underworld.

Moreover, these sword intents continued to spread, like a seal of heaven and earth, and faintly wrapped Su Luo in it, constantly gathering it, as if he regarded Su Luo as a spring silkworm.

Song Fan is one of the geniuses of Feiyu Sect. The Qingfeng Sword Technique in his hands is far beyond the power that Feng Jian can match.

The sword technique is like the wind, and the wind is invisible and shadowy, making you unable to avoid it.

Qingfeng sword technique is really changing in Song Fan's hands, like a demon, and it is hard to defend against.

Su Luo felt that the Gun of the God of the Underworld seemed to have entered a swamp and encountered great obstacles. The Gun of the Underworld, which was originally as light as a feather in his hand, became as heavy as Mount Tai at this moment, and each waving would cost several times more power than usual.

"This kid is dead. His sword intent is as silk as silk, and his hardness and softness are combined. This is the most profound mystery in Qingfeng Sword Technique. There are only a few people who have understood it. With the shadow of the wind god, the power will double. This kid will not be long before he will be wiped out."

"Yes, Senior Brother Song is too strong. If Senior Sister Zhao hadn't had an adventure, Senior Brother Song would definitely be a strong candidate for the position of leader."

"It's a pity that this kid, who was able to practice to this point in Yanhuang, a place where spiritual energy is scarce. If he doesn't die halfway and enters the martial arts world, he will definitely become one of the famous geniuses in the martial arts world. It's a pity that he is going to die today!"

The disciples of the Feiyu Sect looked at Su Luo, with sympathy on their faces.

Ants are ants after all, and even if there is an adventure, they cannot change the facts.

"Boy, if you kneel down and beg me, I might be able to let you live for a while."

Song Fan stood above the head of Feng Shen's phantom, looked at Su Luo with a strong sense of arrogance in his tone. In his opinion, all this had been settled.

Su Luo will be powerless to turn the world back.

When Su Luo heard this, he looked at Song Fan indifferently: "Kneel down and beg you? Who gave you this courage? Your move is vulnerable in my eyes. Today I will destroy everything about you and let you know who needs to kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Innate Divine Fire!"

Su Luo roared, the true energy in his body rolled and the innate divine fire started to flow.

"call!"

A stream of flames began to appear on his body, and then the flames soared into the sky and directly covered the sky for half a day.

"Puff!"

The sword intent touched the innate divine fire, and it was as if a mouse had seen a cat. There was a crackling sound and it was directly ignited. In an instant, it was like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and all the sword intents burned.

This is the innate divine fire, which is specially used to restrain the true qi and can ignite the true qi. Although Song Fan's sword intent can use softness to overcome hardness and combine hardness and softness, it cannot stop the innate divine fire.

Sizzling...

Under a burning sound, the sword intent in the sky was instantly burned, and this move was broken in an instant.

"Break it for me!"

Su Luo took a step forward, and a spear appeared in his hand again, carrying the scent of hell and pierced through the void.

The ghostly sounded instantly, sharp, confused, vicious, full of murderous aura, with an unparalleled destructive and killing aura, like a piercing of thousands of troops.

"Shih!"

With a sound, the Nether God's Spear directly pierced through the chest of the Wind God's Phantom, and a violent force erupted from the spear. The Wind God's Phantom vibrated violently and then died under the spear.

"What, this is impossible. What kind of martial arts is this kid practicing? The shadow of the Abyssin Hell is condensed behind it. The will of the hell contained in the spear. Even the phantom of the Wind God can easily defeat it. What is this martial art? It is definitely not an imperial-level martial art. Could it be said to be an imperial-level martial art?"

Song Fan was shocked, and then a greedy expression appeared on his face: "Boy, every man is innocent, he is guilty of possessing a treasure. If you possess this kind of martial arts, you will be killed by the whole world. Instead of giving others a favor, it is better to give me a favor. If I, Song Fan, are you still in charge of being the head of Feiyu Sect in the future, don't care."
Chapter completed!