"Go alone" he whispered to himself with his sword.

"A pot of wine" is connected to the human spirit, and its movement is as fast as a rolling thunder, so that it wraps up a long rainbow composed of black evil energy.

As soon as the sword came out, it suddenly disappeared.

But the world between heaven and earth is turbulent at this moment.

Ning Fengchen did not wipe away the blood on his face. In fact, during the confrontation with Demon Lord Dongqi just now, his body under his robe had already been covered in blood and flesh.

At this time, blood flowed out from the pores all over his body, flowed through his eyes, and flowed down in a curve.

Ning Fengchen just didn't care.

His last sword was finally delivered completely.

First, there were continuous thunderous explosions between the sky and the earth, and then a sword energy tore the sky apart with a thin line of force.

This is Ning Fengchen's pinnacle sword. The first half of the sword gathers the essence of his killing skills. It is a true art and heavy skill.

The second half of the sword uses the sword's intention to integrate the sword into the heaven and the earth, merge with the mountains and rivers, and finally activate the power of the heaven and the earth, emphasizing the intention.

The combination of skills and ideas resulted in a sword that clearly crossed the threshold of the Eighth Realm, but did not truly reach the level of a swordsman. It was just one step away.

Don't know how to judge.

Ning Fengchen did not name this sword.

Because before this, this sword had never appeared.

But after this sword strike, he was "bankrupt" and had a breath of fresh air on his sleeves. He would not take it with him in life or death.

Therefore, he had no time to choose a name.

Ning Fengchen just looked down at the land beneath his feet, scanning the rolling mountains.

Finally, a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

These mountains and rivers are like wine.

Respectable and gentle.

"I can beat you to death, you old man!" Ning Fengchen shouted angrily for no reason and pressed down with both hands.

The majestic air pours out from top to bottom.

A mountain-breaking sword appeared from it, as if hanging from the sky.

It’s more like there is a god three feet up.

All the demon cultivators around him, without exception, felt an irresistible push and quickly retreated uncontrollably.

The world is divided into two parts with the Great Sword as the boundary.

The dark clouds were pulled away, forming a black sword as thick as a mountain peak, unprecedented and unprecedented.

The tip of the sword was pointed downwards, pointing directly at Demon Lord Dongqi.

Demon Lord Dongqi has no way to hide, so he can only punch out straight away.

The giant sword suddenly stopped a foot away from his fist, exploding into a firework that continued to dissipate.

The fireworks produced by the collision of the giant sword and the fist seemed to have no end and kept colliding.

Although the giant sword is large, it is limited after all. It is constantly being damaged and shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Demon Lord Dongqi remained motionless, and it seemed that this sword could not do anything to him.

But at this moment, the real murderous intention broke out.

Countless slender but powerful sword energies hidden in the black giant sword shot out, like a goddess scattering flowers, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

There is only one goal from beginning to end.

Demon Lord Toki.

There are countless peaks between heaven and earth.

Ning Fengchen, on the other hand, has countless sword auras, and the sword tips are pointed at Demon Lord Dongqi at the same time, either straight or tilted, all of which fit the shape of the mountain.

The fusion of the sharp sword power and the majestic mountain power.

The waves are roaring, the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The great tide poured down from the sky.

The demon cultivators were so frightened that they did not dare to look directly at the sword energy that filled the sky.

Jian Huang behind Ning Fengchen sighed heavily.

He knew that this was Ning Fengchen's pinnacle sword, but it was also his last.

He should have been heartbroken, but as a sword cultivator, he was proud of Ning Fengchen.

To have such a sword during one's lifetime can be regarded as worthy of cultivating swords in this life.

Demon Lord Dongqi's eyelids twitched involuntarily, he shouted angrily, and bumped head-on.

The sword energy dispersed one after another.

A hole was opened in the body of Demon Lord Dongqi.

Then came two holes, three holes

Countless holes.

The flesh and blood were blurred, and scarlet blood flowers exploded.

Demon Lord Dongqi had a fist-sized wound on his heart.

Even though this Demon Lord has an unparalleled physique and is not inferior to the human Martial Emperor, he still cannot be cured.

There was sword intent running rampant in the wound, and the scene was strange.

Born suddenly, died suddenly.

But what disappeared along with the sword's will was the vitality of Demon Lord Dongqi.

His eyes widened in shock.

Before he knew it, Ning Fengchen had arrived in front of him.

A bottle of wine was held in Ning Fengchen's hand and poured in from his head.

Then it didn't come out again.

Because the owner of the sword had already closed his eyes with a smile.

The same is true for Demon Lord Dongqi.

The two were connected by a sword and hung quietly in the air.

Ning Fengchen, the master of Eternal Peak, died at the beginning of the eighth year of Tianyuan.

This is the first peak master of Jian Zong to fall in this magnificent war.

Before he died, he killed Demon Lord Dongqi, who was lower than the two inner demon clans and more than ten thousand people.

A heroic death.

Yes, Demon Lord Dongqi is actually just a split soul.

But it is also the most powerful split soul among the three souls of Dongqi, otherwise he would not be able to become the third person in the Infinite Realm.

Such a powerful soul was sacrificed, which is an indescribable huge loss even for the Inner Demon Clan with a big family and great business.

This laid an extremely important foundation for the victory in the battle between Zhongling Dao Demon.

Perhaps future generations will not necessarily remember Ning Fengchen's contribution before victory, but will only remember the battle that finally won.

But Ning Fengchen didn't care about this.

The success does not have to be mine, but the success must be mine.

Defeated for a moment.

The second half of the sentence he didn't say was

The work will last forever

Jianhuang's figure was shaky.

At this point, he was the only sword cultivator from the Sword Sect in Niujiao City.

He was also exhausted, but he refused to fall.

Swordsman died in the war with the demons, there is nothing to be sad about.

Jianhuang doesn't care about his life.

However, he wanted to bring the natal sword of the seven hundred sword sect disciples who died in Niujiao City back to the Eastern Region.

Since he is the only sword cultivator left in the Sword Sect, this is his responsibility.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.
Chapter completed!