Great Sword Master

The eyes of the mummy opened, and a dark and dead light flashed across them.

The astonishing cold breath suddenly surged like a storm, with the mummy as the center, and poured out like a flood.

The extraordinary realm who was laughing and holding the holy sword felt the cold behind him, and turned around to look.

"To thank you for pulling out the Cold Moon Holy Sword, this saint will grant you to return to the embrace of death. All your energy will belong to this saint and become the nourishment for this saint's recovery." The dry lips of the mummy collided, and an extremely dry and hoarse laugh came out.

The laugh was like a rusty iron sheet scratching on ceramics, so harsh that it made people's scalps numb.

Immediately, the mummy opened its mouth and inhaled, and immediately a gray breath covered the whole body of the extraordinary realm holding the holy sword. The extraordinary realm was out of control, and his whole body trembled continuously. With a shrill wail, wisps of white breath continued to dissipate from his mouth and nose.

These white breaths contained a strong vitality, and all of them were immersed in the mouth and nose of the mummy.

However, in less than ten breaths, this extraordinary realm turned into a mummy with a distorted face and full of fear.

With a casual throw, the mummy of the extraordinary realm was thrown to the ground.

The Hanyue Holy Sword also fell to the side and stuck on a rock. The light was weak, as if the flame of a candle in the wind would go out at any time.

"Go... kill him!"

Someone shouted in shock, and the moment the voice fell, the long sword broke through the air and cut out a ten-foot blade light.

The blade light cut through the gray mist and slashed at the mummy in the air.

The mummy grabbed with five fingers and crushed the ten-foot blade. A strong force burst out, and the person swinging the blade was immediately sucked into the air. His neck was pinched, and his essence immediately spread out through his mouth and nose. In less than ten breaths, it was absorbed by the mummy.

One after another, strong attacks burst out and bombarded the mummy.

Dull sounds continued to sound, and all attacks could not hurt the mummy at all.

"Run!"

Someone screamed and fled in panic.

No matter whether he can escape or not, he must leave this mummy first.

"Since you are here, become the food for this saint to recover." The mummy laughed strangely and descended quickly. An amazing suction force suddenly burst out, sucking in all directions, and the air flow rolled back, instantly sucking some people who tried to escape. They could not leave, but kept retreating and went to the mummy.

Then, ropes condensed from gray mist were as fast as a python coming out of a cave.

The people fleeing in all directions were entangled one after another. The terrifying power of death invaded, and their spirit was forcibly swallowed up and transmitted to the mummy through the gray mist rope.

A large amount of life spirit poured into the shriveled body.

The body of the mummy began to change. The shriveled membrane was like withered bark, but gradually a layer of light emerged. Then, as if flesh and blood were filled, it became full little by little at a slight speed.

Although it didn't look obvious, it did change. At least it was not so shriveled.

"Spirit... This saint needs more spirit..."

The mummy grinned, with an extremely terrifying expression, and the extremely strong will of death burst out of his eyes. The gray mist suddenly surged. Soon, the mummy's dark and creepy eyes stared at the long sword inserted in the rock not far away, and flicked his fingers.

A wisp of power containing the breath of death fell on the sword.

The sword body trembled, and once again emitted a wave of sword chanting. A burst of sword light as cold as the moon broke through the gray fog and bloomed again in the sky with the sword chanting.

"Come on... Come on... Life essences..."

The dry corpse laughed strangely.

The life essences of the dozens of warriors just now had little effect on him, like a drop in the bucket.

...

"Holy Sword!"

"The Holy Sword appears again, it is calling me..."

Suddenly, the warriors who were in the death fog, hesitating and like lost lambs, seemed to be injected with chicken blood, and became high-pitched and excited, and rushed towards the direction of the sword chanting and the sword light.

Corpse ghost?

That doesn't matter, just a little obstruction, how can this little danger compare with the temptation of obtaining the Holy Sword.

"Sword chanting again, so impatient..."

Chen Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, thinking.

Instinctively, combining everything, he could feel that something was not going well here.

But since he had come this far, it was impossible to retreat, because his vision and mind were restricted, and Chen Feng didn't know which direction was the right one to leave.

He couldn't retreat, so he had to move forward.

Go forward without hesitation!

Kill gods if gods stand in his way, and slay demons if demons stand in his way.

The sound of the sword and the light of the sword were his guide, and Chen Feng accelerated immediately, lest he lose his way again.

In the death fog, Murong Yue was filled with a layer of white moonlight, resisting the invasion of the breath of the death fog. The moonlight was diffused, turning into a moon blade, and the clear cold frost spread all around, cutting through, and the corpse ghosts were cut off one by one, and then quickly frozen by the cold frost.

The sword chanted like a tide, and the sword light bloomed.

Murong Yue was very moved. After all, her supernatural powers and cultivation were related to the bright moon, and the power of the holy sword was also related to the bright moon.

Isn't it a perfect match!

Because of this, Murong Yue wanted to obtain the holy sword more strongly than others.

So what if it was a holy sword?

The Murong family was not short of swordsmanship, and there was also a sword tradition. She had also practiced swordsmanship and laid a solid foundation.

Everything else is trivial.

The key point... is to get the holy sword first.

Of course, the Murong clan also has holy soldiers.

But many times, holy soldiers also pay attention to a fit.

After all, holy soldiers are cultivated by saints and are closely related to those saints.

After defeating several corpse ghosts, Murong Yue immediately rushed towards the sword light.

Not long after, another group of people arrived at the sword light and quickly glanced at it.

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and he saw Murong Yue first, but didn't pay attention. Murong Yue also saw Chen Feng, and she immediately gritted her teeth, but then she saw dozens of mummies lying around. Not far away, there was a faint and cold sword light like As diffuse as the moonlight, the mighty power of the holy sword diffused and dispersed from the sword light.

That... is the Holy Sword!

"The holy sword is mine."

Someone immediately shouted excitedly, and without any hesitation, he unleashed all his speed and quickly crossed hundreds of meters. Just as he was about to grab the holy sword, a phantom suddenly appeared.

Immediately, the suction force exploded, sucking the man dry in just three breaths, turning him into a mummy.

The eyes of the mummy were wide open, and there were still ecstasy, excitement, and the panic and confusion that had just emerged on his face, a very complicated look.

Immediately, gray auras came out of the fog like pythons and rushed toward Chen Feng and others.

Everyone took action one after another.

Chen Feng punched out with a domineering force, like a big star falling across the sky, an extremely powerful force burst out in an instant, and immediately shattered the gray aura.

Murong Yue slashed out with a moon blade, defeating the gray aura.

Monk Huizeng blasted out a powerful Vajra Palm, the golden light was bright and domineering, and it also defeated the gray aura.

Others use their own methods.

However, some people were unable to resist, and instead were caught up in the gray aura, and their life essence immediately overflowed wildly. In less than three breaths, they turned into mummies, their eyes wide open with fear and unwillingness, and they fell to the ground. .

Gray auras shot out of the mist like big pythons.

There are hundreds of ways.

These python-like gray auras carry a strong smell of death. Each one is more powerful than before, and all of them have reached the level of the transcendent realm.

Chen Feng, Murong Yue and Huizeng each faced dozens of gray mist attacks, as if they were facing dozens of extraordinary realms' joint siege at the same time. The pressure was greatly increased for a while.

Chen Feng punched out, immediately shattering several streaks of gray mist.

Draw the sword in an instant.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, a star-ring sword light shot out, immediately cutting into pieces the gray auras.

But Murong Yue and Hui Zeng are not that strong.

In particular, although Huizeng's strength is not weak, it is not as good as Murong Yue. Faced with the siege of dozens of gray pythons, after breaking half of them, he was immediately surrounded by heavy pythons and could only use one skill. The whole body was covered with golden light. It was so dense that it struggled to withstand the bombardment of the gray python.

Murong Yue was more powerful than Huizeng, but she was also trapped after crushing half of the gray pythons.

As the moonlight filled the air, he struggled to resist the attack of the remaining gray python.

"Chen Feng, help me quickly."

Murong Yue caught a glimpse of Chen Feng chopping dozens of gray pythons into pieces, and she quickly spoke out.

At this time, there is no point in ‘holding a grudge’.

However, Chen Feng acted as if he had not heard of it and did not come to rescue him. Instead, he stared at a certain place in the fog of death.

The mist of death was surging, and harsh footsteps sounded rhythmically. Every step seemed to step on the heart, which matched the beating of the heart, giving Chen Feng a very uncomfortable feeling.

Fortunately, with his extremely strong body, this discomfort did not really affect Chen Feng.

A figure appeared from the fog of death.

Chen Feng's eyes were focused to the extreme, and the radiance that erupted became even sharper and sharper.

It was a skinny figure, with a rotten and decayed aura, filled with an astonishing sense of death. Looking at it, it looked like a man who had starved to skin and bones, and his eyes were filled with an astonishing sense of death.

The pair of eyes filled with deathly silence swept over and immediately fell on Chen Feng, emitting an extremely frightening cold light.

"I can feel...your life essence is so strong and so charming..."

The mummy’s hoarse and obscure voice was full of indescribable wonder and shock.

He practiced a secret method and never thought that someone's life essence could be so strong, powerful and pure. It was simply unheard of and unheard of. Immediately, he was overjoyed and excited.

He felt that as long as he swallowed all the life essence of this person, his strength would be greatly restored.

Not only that, it will also bring you great benefits.

Such benefits may even allow him to break through his original shackles and advance to a higher level after a complete recovery.

"Junior, your life essence will be determined by this saint."

After the words fell, the mummy suddenly rose up, passing dozens of meters as fast as a gray streamer, and appeared in front of Chen Feng in an instant. The withered five fingers fell from the air like ghost claws, and an extremely tyrannical and cold domineering power filled the air. , and slammed Chen Feng on the forehead.

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