Qin Feng has three swords.

Of course it is not a real sword.

Instead, it is a sword technique that is so powerful that Xiao Bo is ascending, perhaps outside the sky, in the sea, or even fighting to watch the changes in the world quietly in a tavern.

No matter where he is, as long as he has not appeared in the world, it is equivalent to not being in the world.

Zifei died in Taoshan and was later taken away by Xu Wenfu and was unknown whereabouts.

Qin Feng is the strongest sword in this world if these two people are not there.

His three swords are naturally very strong, especially this third sword, as he said just now, he dares to change the sun and the moon to a new sky.

This is a very powerful sword.

After Xiao Boru and Zifei left, this is the strongest sword today. No one can take this sword and get away with it. Even the old man who used the Immortal Sutra to restore his state to his peak must wait and wait to pick up the sword.

What's more, his Immortal Sutra has been broken by the Nirvana Abbot.

With a listless aura, a hunched body, a yellow face, a turbid eyes, and a nearly rotten old man spot, the old man is in a very weak state at this moment, even weaker than when he appeared before.

How should he block such a sword?

Or, why can he block the strongest sword in the world at this moment?

He couldn't stop it.

Can't take it either.

After the passing of the abbot, the Buddha light bloomed gradually began to weaken. The sky was no longer divided into two walls and returned to its original appearance. Only the gaps of the knife marks that ran across the sky remained there.

The sound behind him was very cold, but the sword light was even colder.

Qin Feng's sword was not as shocking as the old man before. The only unusual convenience was that the cold light on the sword was very cold.

The murderous intention is very heavy.

This man with gentle eyes, like spring, showed such a strong murderous intent for the first time.

Because he is really angry, because he really wants to kill someone.

The Abbot of the Passion was a very amazing person, or one of the most amazing people on the entire continent. He did good deeds and achieved good results throughout his life. The old monk bathed in the Buddha's light was the most compassionate person in the whole world.

Such a person died here. He did not have the earth-shaking imagination, nor did he change the world. He did not even have the movement when the Tang Dynasty master died.

In this summer, it disappeared without a trace like the passing spring.

The wind blows through the lake without leaving any traces. It is only water, not wind, that ripples.

This respected and compassionate monk simply opened the hardest bridge in the world, dispersed the two halves of the sky, wiped out the Dead Sutra, and then completely disappeared.

No trace.

Everything is empty.

Qin Feng didn't know if there was a next life in a person's life. Reincarnation and regeneration like Wang Zhiwei were naturally not included. Without a certain direction, the old monk would really have no trace.

This spring breeze passed by quickly, but it was full of suddenness.

The whole scene was silent, but there was little sadness. The departure of the passing abbot did not seem to have any huge fluctuations in everyone's hearts, but this is exactly what is extremely unforgettable.

The scary sword light flashed in the air.

The sword light seemed to chop off the sun.

The nine venerables raised their heads, and the faces of the twenty-five yin-grave-five yin-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-grave-gra

The old man turned around.

A sword passed through his body.

Just like when it was the first sword, it was penetrated from the front chest and through the back.

Even a beating broken heart could be seen in the cracked gap in the body.

The old man's body stiffened, his yellow face turned like gold paper, the spiritual energy in his body began to roll, and the broken wounds were growing again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the Abbot of the Passion of Death used the power of Nirvana to burn the cause and effect of his whole life to break the peak state of the old man, he could not completely seal the Immortal Sutra. The healing ability, which was still above the bone-transformed, did not disappear.

As the name suggests, the existence of the Immortal Sutra means immortality to some extent.

"Your sword is very strong, but you can't kill me."

The old man coughed gently, and even though there was an unimaginable severe pain on his chest and abdomen, his brows still did not frown.

Qin Feng could not kill him, but he was also unable to deal with Qin Feng. With the strength of this sword, coupled with the Sifang Bodhisattva and Raccoon who had freed up his hands, and with the three masters of Ren, Sanqiya, and Liu Ran, it can be said that their plan this time is no longer feasible, and they even have to be careful that the people on their side will not be killed by the sword.

Qin Feng turned his back to him, holding a sword in his hand, and the sword was stained with blood.

"I said before that the Immortal Sutra has a very fatal weakness, or that is not a weakness. I think you should be clear about it."

The old man's eyes changed slightly and he asked, "What weakness?"

Qin Feng leaned his body slightly and looked at him and said, "You deserve to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the wound on the old man's chest and abdomen had stopped strangely. The beating heart began to beat violently after a moment of pause, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

There were suddenly countless gaps cracked on the dry body, and many patterns emerged like a cracked ground and spread on the skin all over the body.

There was no blood flowing out of the crack, but there was a sharp and dazzling sword light overflowing.

Countless sword lights emerged from the old man's body and then overflowed out from the gaps in the skin that spread all over his body.

The old man raised his head to the sky and opened his mouth wide to make a sound, but everything in his body was shattered into powder by the sword light, and he could not make any sound at all.

Qin Feng looked at him and said lightly: "The Immortal Sutra has no weakness. Apart from a weakness that is not a weakness, that is, turning your body into powder, and naturally there is no possibility of re-repair."

This is indeed a weakness that is not a weakness. If someone can crush someone who holds the Immortal Sutra into powder, then the Immortal Sutra is naturally useless. The Immortal Sutra is just a means of practice, extremely magical, but it is not really immortal.

With the strength of the old man now, there are almost no one who can do this.

But Qin Feng did it.

Because the abbot died severely injured the old man before his death.

Because his sword is really sharp.

Because the sword light on the sword was extremely cold.

Because this sword really wants to kill people.

Because the man holding the sword never felt.

The old man opened his mouth wide and roared silently. His figure was like a small sun, with dazzling light, and he would be burst out at any time.

The nine venerables of the underworld rushed towards Qin Feng at the same time. The nine people were extremely powerful. The leader Ren and Liu Ran and others were all seriously injured.

However, Qin Feng ignored the strangeness behind him, stared at the old man with cold eyes, slowly raised his hand, and pinched it down hard.

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