Yan Feng and his party had many soldiers and generals.

He has been running around in the demon world for so many years and has gathered many unorganized forces. Although they are not united, they can still collude with each other tacitly when the situation is good.

The more the monks fight, the more serious their internal injuries become. Some seniors with advanced cultivation can still manage to hold on. Like these young people, no matter how talented they are, they will soon be unable to hold on.

On the other hand, Zhuchen was so safe that the demon cultivators felt a little scared.

Is there anyone in this world who is not afraid of spiritual power and magic at the same time? Why is she so perverted?

Zhuchen couldn't help but be distracted and paid attention to the battle situation below.

The demonic cultivators had the upper hand and were about to step out of the boundary. She felt that the situation was extremely unfavorable. If she continued, she would lose many companions. It would only be a matter of time before Chaowen was breached. However, as she watched, even she noticed something

Not coming.

The monks' movements slowed down due to injuries, and many of them were taken to the rear to rest temporarily. However, the movements of the demon cultivators also became sluggish, as if something heavy weighing a thousand pounds had tied their hands and feet, making them

His moves became nondescript and crooked, like a sword wielder for the first time.

After Zhuchen looked carefully for a while, he realized that there was a demonic energy appearing on them. It was so strong that it almost solidified, wrapping around them tightly and preventing them from moving smoothly. After breaking free, it reappeared, imprisoning these people like a shadow.

them.

Zhuchen shouted in surprise: "Uncle Demon!"

Yan Feng didn't want anyone to come out to cause trouble at such a critical moment, so he lost his temper and asked, "Who are you?!"

The devil was sitting on the city wall, with an indifferent expression, and said leisurely: "It's not anyone, just a passerby. I'm used to living in Chaowen, so don't demolish my house."

Yan Feng searched around for the sound and finally saw him. The completely unfamiliar face made him feel a little confused. He loudly accused: "Since you are also a demon cultivator and have such ability, why do you want to help them? Are we?

Do demonic cultivators deserve to be trapped in a corner, never to see the light of day?"

The big demon innocently spread his hands: "I am a demon cultivator now, but I was a Taoist cultivator before. We are all a family, so who are you and me?"

They almost cut off each other's head, how can they still be called a family? Yan Feng was almost mad at him, but there was nothing he could do.

Yan Feng squinted his eyes, and again and again he could not see clearly his heels and feet. Even his spells were erratic and he asked: "Where did you come from?"

The demon smiled faintly and looked up at the sky.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked at it.

Under the clouds, the thunder light gradually faded away. After all, the dragon soul could not withstand Feng Buye, and was controlled by him in his hand, making a weak cry.

Yan Feng said excitedly: "You see! The boundary markers are gone! One day the evil energy will hover over the entire continent! Even you will not be able to stop the general trend! Our ancestors have endured it for thousands of years.

, the world should surrender to my demon clan. I don’t want to argue with you, so get out of my way!”

The big devil turned a deaf ear and continued to stare at the other end with a look on his face.

Everyone intuitively felt that something big was going on, so they lowered their voices and paid attention to Qifeng Wuye's movements.

A surprising scene happened.

——Feng Buye opened his mouth and swallowed the dragon soul.

Yan Feng screamed: "Is he crazy?!"

Zhuchen: "Master——!"

Yan Feng's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "He is a human! How can a mortal body refine a dragon soul? Feng Buye is crazy!"

The moment the dragon soul merged in Feng Buye's body, there was a faint roar between heaven and earth. In the vast sky, demonic energy surged in all directions, and the mountains and rivers were obscured by the sweeping clouds.

The hidden monsters howled one after another, and the unsolved storm stirred up even more desolate roars.

Zhuchen was still dazed, but his hand was empty, and the Hanxu Sword flew out uncontrollably.

"Master!"

The sun and the moon flew by, and the years flew by. This broken dragon endured the pain of being cut off, and the resentment that had been imprisoned for thousands of years suddenly burst out, so fast that Feng Buyi was unprepared.

His consciousness only wavered for a moment, and then he felt the black energy rushing to the bottom and occupying his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, the natural compassion in his eyes was gone, and his scarlet eyes were filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

Both Yan Feng and Zhuchen and others were stunned.

She thought that the dragon soul was incomplete after all, and was so weak that it was almost annihilated. It had been very docile when it was in Feng Buye's body. She didn't expect that it still contained such a large amount of energy, enough to occupy Feng Buye's body.

.

The Demon was the first to stand up, his robe swaying lightly, and he was at Zhuchen's side in an instant. He grabbed her by the collar and quickly backed away. At the same time, he reminded loudly: "Run——!"

Huai Xie and others seemed to have woken up from a dream, pulling their companions to retreat in the direction of Chaowen, looking for a place where they could cover themselves, and stopped at a place not far or near.

Yan Feng was the best at escaping. He immediately ran away without looking back, without even bothering to say hello to his subordinates.

Simply, this group of skirmishers did not rely on the command orders from their superiors. When they sensed the danger, they found their own direction and dispersed in all directions.

The dragon is still adapting to its new body. Feng Buye has been injured for a long time and is still a human being, so it is not comfortable for it to use. But it likes this feeling of power and freedom. Feng Buye's

The cultivation made it very satisfied.

It half-closed its eyes and slowly passed below. There was a smile on the corners of its lips, and it looked interested when it saw everyone fleeing in panic. He liked to watch the desperate struggle of the ants before they died, which allowed it to experience the freshness of life.

live.

Until he sensed the dragon bone sword in Liang Hongluo's hand.

The moment he was stared at, Liang Hongluo felt a chill on his back, and he threw the long sword towards Yan Feng without hesitation.

Yan Feng heard the sound of breaking wind coming from behind his head, and subconsciously turned around to catch the weapon while meeting the eyes of "Feng Buye".

This sword was originally the thing he wanted most, but now that he holds it in his hand, he knows it is a deadly weapon.

He flicked his wrist and was about to throw the dragon bone sword that had stirred up countless storms. His eyelids twitched heavily, and the world in his field of vision turned upside down. He had already been hit.

He fell miserably to the ground like a broken leaf in the wind, still scraping the ground and flying several meters away. When he finally stopped, all the blood and energy in his body surged to his throat. With his last effort, he spat out a large mouthful of accumulated blood.

The injury was probably too severe. Yan Feng lost all five senses and could not even notice the pain. The whole world was only blood red, and he was in a trance between life and death.

Everyone's faces were pale. Even Yan Feng was so vulnerable? This dragon was clearly an enemy rather than a friend, so how should they deal with it?

"It's not very good." Da Mo also said seriously, "Who else can suppress it?"

Is there anyone in this world who can slay a dragon?

"Feng Buye" unleashed his dragon power unscrupulously. After taking back the Dragon Bone Sword, he flicked it with regret, touching the unevenness on the sword inch by inch with his fingers, and his expression became more and more distorted.

It seemed that it had had enough of this boring teasing trick, and it let out an unknown groan, and in a rage, it slashed the sword forward indiscriminately.

Those demon cultivators who thought they would be safer hiding around Yan Feng were the first to bear the brunt and were all affected by the sword energy.

Countless black shadows flew out, and before long, they were lying on the ground crookedly.

Liang Hongluo swallowed hard, and his body muscles trembled uncontrollably. He felt that he was not afraid, but all his expressions confirmed his fear. Perhaps it was an instinctive surrender.

Ever since this fear arose, he knew something was wrong.

Huai Xie and the others even took a step back involuntarily, clasping their fingers tightly and watching its movements for a moment, fearing that it would suddenly turn around and point the sword tip at them.

However, after "Feng Buye" finished his move, he calmed down and looked down at the two swords in his hands.

One hand is made of dragon bones. Although it is not its body bone, it has a natural connection with it. One hand is Feng Buye's natal magic weapon. It is designed to slay demons and exorcise evil spirits. Just holding it in his hand will make his soul shake.

Meaning.

"Feng Buye" raised the Hanxu Sword, hung it in his palm, and tried to use magic power to smash it into pieces.

The Hanxu Sword also contains Feng Buye's soul. His consciousness has been suppressed by the dragon soul. If the Hanxu Sword is damaged again, Feng Buye will be seriously injured and it will be difficult to recover.

Zhuchen's mind buzzed, and she fell into a complete blank. She only knew that this must not be the case, and she had already shouted: "Hanxu——"

Hanxu Sword actually clanged loudly at this moment, responding to her.

Zhuchen rushed forward and shouted louder: "Hanxu - come back!"

"Feng Buye" frowned, with a sullen expression on his face. The murderous aura flashing across his body caused the Hanxu Sword to completely escape its control, and flew back to Zhuchen's hand with a flash of purple light.

"What?!"

Huai Xie was stunned, opened his mouth and muttered a few words. No one could understand him, but everyone knew what he was talking about.

I have never seen a natal magic weapon that goes against the owner's wishes and obeys the instructions of others.

Zhuchen held the sword again, the hilt was covered with ice-cold frost, and his heart, which was originally bottomless, gained weight.

Hanxu Sword is willing to listen to her orders, which shows that in addition to killing demons, Feng Buye's swordsmanship also has an indelible will, which is to protect her.

Zhuchen thought to himself that this was also her wish. She could never watch Feng Buye die in front of her eyes.

She tightened her fingers tightly, and the complex patterns carved on the sword hilt appeared in her mind through her fingertips.

That is Hanxu's name - vast and vast, Fengxu controls the wind. The vast world, no need to rely on, rises on the wind.

How could a person who was supposed to be so free be imprisoned in an immovable rock for the rest of his life?

Holding this sword in Zhuchen is like holding the wind without night. My mind becomes firmer than ever before, my brain is clear, and my mood is extremely calm.

"Little Junior Sister——"

In the midst of the voiceless shouting, the dragon bone sword was thrust towards him.
To be continued...