Valkyrie Domination

Leng Xingfeng and Xu Yan stopped and stood respectfully on one side.

Fengyun Sword Emperor is the ancestor of the Demon Sword Sect and the most powerful person in the Demon Sword Sect. He is also the previous sect leader of the Demon Sword Sect and the master of the current sect leader Yan Jiu.

It is precisely because of the Fengyun Sword Emperor that the Demon Sword Sect can have such a powerful position in the Northern Territory. This man was ruthless when he was the leader of the sect. Countless strong men have died at his hands. In the entire Northern Territory, They are all quite prestigious.

However, in the past few decades, Fengyun Sword Emperor has focused on seclusion and rarely managed the affairs of the Demon Sword Sect. All matters were left to his disciple Yan Jiu to take care of it. He has not appeared among many elders for many years. in front of me.

But to the Demon Sword Sect, this person is undoubtedly the most terrifying person in the Demon Sword Sect.

Not only because of his status, but also because of his invincible strength in the mid-eighth level.

"Master, why are you here?"

Yan Jiu said respectfully, his face turned red and his head was covered in cold sweat.

Although he has been the master of the Demon Sword Sect for many years, he is still extremely uneasy and nervous in front of Fengyun Sword Emperor, as if he was a young disciple who had just started.

Fengyun Sword Emperor snorted coldly and said: "Why am I here? Why do you think I am here? I have been in seclusion for so many years, and this is how you manage the Demon Sword Sect? Not only did the seed disciples in the sect die in the Demon Sword inheritance, but also This has caused our Demon Sword Sect to lose face in front of many forces in the Northern Territory. Are you, the sect leader, qualified for your job?"

Yan Jiujiu hurriedly knelt down on one knee and said: "This disciple failed to take charge of the sect well, please ask the master to punish him."

"Humph, let's talk about the punishment. You two, come up first and let me have a look." Fengyun Sword Dynasty looked towards Leng Xingfeng and Xu Yan.

The two men hurriedly stepped forward respectfully.

"You two are the two remaining seed disciples of our Demon Sword Sect? The geniuses who broke into the fifth floor of the Sword Intent Tower?"

Leng Xingfeng and Xu Yan hurriedly saluted respectfully and said: "In front of the ancestor, the disciples dare not call them geniuses."

"Hmph, I dare not say it. What is there that I dare not say? When I entered the demon sword inheritance, I only activated ninety-two swordsmanship. I heard that some of you activated ninety-three swordsmanship? Which one is it?" Fengyun Sword Emperor Look over.

He was old and seemed to be dying, but when they looked at each other, boom, Leng Xingfeng and Xu Yan only felt that there were two sky-reaching sword lights surging in their minds, as if blocking the sky, their whole bodies were trembling, and they felt like they wanted to kneel down and worship. impulse.

Leng Xingfeng took a step forward and said, "Ancestor, I am a disciple."

"Oh? Not bad." Fengyun Sword Emperor nodded with satisfaction: "Senior Spirit Sword Emperor only activated ninety-three sword paths back then, and finally became the Martial Emperor at the peak of the mid-eighth level. You can achieve the results of Senior Spirit Sword Emperor, Not bad."

"Thank you for the compliment, ancestor. This disciple does not dare to compare with the ancestors of the Spirit Sword Emperor."

Fengyun Sword Emperor snorted coldly: "Why don't you dare? You young people are hypocritical, arrogant and arrogant. I'm afraid I don't even take the old man seriously, right? How dare you say you don't dare?"

Cold sweat broke out on Leng Xingfeng's forehead. The ancestor spoke too directly.

In fact, he really didn't care much about Fengyun Sword Emperor. Fengyun Sword Emperor was strong just because he was a strong man from the older generation. In Leng Xingfeng's heart, his future was by no means limited to the eighth level. In the mid-term, his goal is to sprint to the late eighth level and peek into the supreme realm of the Martial Emperor.

This is his life pursuit.

If you don't join the Martial Emperor and don't see the way of heaven, how can you talk about going against nature? Reaching the pinnacle of martial arts?

Of course, you definitely can't say that in front of your ancestor.

Xu Yan saw Fengyun Sword Emperor boasting about Leng Xingfeng from the side, and she felt very uncomfortable and extremely jealous.

"You're not bad either." Fengyun Sword Emperor looked over, "I heard that you have activated ninety-two swordsmanship? Are you on par with me back then?"

Xu Yan said hurriedly: "This disciple has indeed activated the ninety-two swordsmanship, but he does not dare to compare with the ancestor."

"Hmph, hypocrisy. You two use all your strength to attack me. Let me see your strength. Remember..."

Two sharp sword lights burst out from Fengyun Sword Emperor's eyes, and he said: "You must use all your strength, because it depends on which of you can become the next eldest son of my Demon Sword Sect."

Is the ancestor testing himself?

Xu Yan and Leng Xingfeng looked at each other, with strong fighting intent in their eyes.

"I will obey my ancestor's will!"

boom! boom!

The two stood up in an instant, and a monstrous sword energy erupted from their bodies. The sword energy soared into the sky, rumbling in the hall. Many elders around who were only at the peak of Martial King, or even half a step above Martial King, suddenly felt suffocated. , breathing becomes difficult.

How can it be?

They were shocked.

Before Xu Yan and Leng Xingfeng entered the Demon Sword inheritance, they were only Martial Kings at the peak of the mid-seventh level. After just one inheritance, they both broke through to the late seventh level.

That's all.

But now the sword intent released by the two people is so strong that even they feel difficulty breathing, and the level of the two of them is actually not as good as them. Doesn't this mean that the two of them are even older than them in understanding the sword intent? Are the elders of this generation still stronger?

How can this be?

The point is, both of them are so scary, so how scary will Qin Chen and the woman in white be?

"Very good." Fengyun Sword Emperor nodded with satisfaction, "The fusion attribute Sword Intent, the two of you, indeed broke into the fifth floor of the Sword Intent Tower, and not only outside the fifth floor Sword Intent Tower, you should enter When we reach the core area, we have stayed longer than the emperor did back then, so you two take action."

"yes!"

The two of them nodded, and buzz, a sword appeared in their hands at the same time, and at the same time, the power of blood on their bodies was increased to the extreme in an instant.

Above Leng Xingfeng's head, an invisible force condensed, aloof and transcendent, like a peerless swordsman, standing proudly on the top of the mountain, invincible in the world.

Xu Yan's body was filled with a light red halo, and the halo swept across it, giving it a heavy feeling, like a vast plain, boundless as far as the eye could see.

This blow determined which of them would become the eldest son, and no one dared to be careless. After pushing their fighting power to the extreme, he slashed out with a single sword.

Boom!

The sword light surged like a thunderbolt from the blue, a roar erupted in the void, and the two sharp swords came to Fengyun Sword Emperor's chest like flowing light.

"Well done." Fengyun Sword Emperor laughed, stretched out his hands, and thick space fluctuations flashed across his palms. The power of space formed ten haloes, blocking the two sharp swords.

Puff puff……

The sharp sword that contained the ultimate sword intent slashed wildly, instantly cutting through the three layers of light in front of it, but then, the sword light immediately became sluggish, as if it was stuck in a quagmire, and its speed became slower and slower.

finally.

Leng Xingfeng cut through eight layers of halo, while Xu Yan only cut through seven layers.

The sword light exhausted its last bit of power and shattered.