"No, he is preparing to sacrifice the Martial God Sword!" Su Feng murmured.

For a top-level strong man, willing to give up his most precious weapon, it shows what situation he has been forced into now.

The War God Sword emitted a very strange light and kept spinning in the air.

Miyamoto's Burial God laughed to the sky: "Su Feng, it's been a long time since no one has forced me to this point. You are dead now!"

The blue phantom behind him gradually became solidified and faintly turned into black light and shadows.

The black light released aura, cold, violent, bloodthirsty, as if the source of evil between heaven and earth, makes people feel a sense of terrifying as if they were falling into an endless abyss from afar.

Many people present, when they were taken by the phantom, felt cold all over and had no idea of ​​struggling and resisting.

The Martial God Sword suddenly exploded and instantly turned into thousands of rays of light and merged into the black shadow.

The terrifying aura made Su Feng's entire breathing stagnate, and every pore seemed to be cut by a knife.

But at this moment, Su Feng took the initiative to face the phantom, and his whole figure seemed to be combined with some strange power, reflecting the black flames of the bear.

Facing Miyamoto's strongest attack, Su Feng pointed out with a point, and the entire space seemed to collapse at any time, with extremely small black dots appearing.

All the surging powers were sucked into them by small black dots.

In an instant, Miyamoto's power dissipated instantly and was completely absorbed by Su Feng's strange moves.

Su Feng looked at the dead Miyamoto's God of Burial in front of him and immediately sneered:

"Mr. Miyamoto, I didn't expect you to be so stupid. Your martial god sword is a very powerful weapon, but you choose to sacrifice to a certain ancient god by offering sacrifices."

"I hope you can understand one thing - in this world, whether it is the qi of the heavenly vein or the power of magical instruments, they are ultimately transformed by spiritual energy."

"Anywhere there is spiritual energy, it will become a part of my power!"

As he said that, Su Feng held the nameless evil fire in his palm and smiled at Miyamoto's Burial God.

"If you want to continue fighting, I'm happy to accompany you."

At this moment, facing such a powerful Su Feng, both Miyamoto's Kung Fu and the audience were feeling the strength of the man in front of him.

This is no longer a strength that humans can surpass!

Miyamoto's Burial God, who had lost his original power, looked pale, but he did not admit defeat several times, but instead burned the power of qi and blood on his body.

"Boy, I know you are very strong. Since I can't defeat you with my spiritual power, then fight me hard." Miyamoto's Funeral God said dejectedly.

Su Feng looked at the Miyamoto Kan's Burial God who was in a ignited battle and nodded slightly.

The two of them punched directly in front at the same time.

The two figures collided, and the sand and dust that stirred up in an instant made the entire scene fascinated by a layer of fog.

Everyone is looking forward to the final result.

As the smoke and dust disappeared, Su Feng's figure stood firm.

And Miyamoto's Burial God was already lying on the ground and could no longer stand up.

Looking at Su Feng, who was like the God of War, Miyamoto's God of Burial sighed:

"I didn't expect that Long Xia would actually have a strong man like you, who is not inferior to the Canglong God of War..."

Su Feng smiled at the warrior in front of him and said, "The God of War in Canglong is the master of the family."

"Is the God of War Canglong your master?" Miyamoto's God of Bury coughed twice excitedly, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth.

“That’s right.”

Miyamoto's Burial God's eyes were a little remembrance, as if he was recalling the scene of his life, and he said nostalgia: "I lost three times in this life, once my teacher, once the God of War Canglong, and another...."


Chapter completed!