Ke Mengfan took a deep breath.

When his martial arts reached his level, he had already sensed something. The moment Feng Qingxuan stepped into this city, he felt something.

But when he really saw him, he realized that this saint son of the Demon Sect was much stronger than he thought.

There was a crowd on the long street, and he stood with his hands behind his back and took away all his eyes.

No matter how you look at it, you cannot ignore his existence.

Domineering and domineering.

At first glance, Ke Mengfan knew the will of the Demon Sect’s Holy Son.

"A mere weapon spectrum actually triggered the Holy Son's Great Vehicle."

Ke Mengfan raised his head and drank the wine in the pot, chuckled:

"But I heard that the Demon Sect has always been low-key and the Holy Son appears in the palace, so why aren't he afraid of the people from the court coming?"

“Low down?”

Feng Qingxuan's eyes were calm: "That was the past, and the Holy Sect after that will not hide behind the scenes!"

Ke Mengfan felt something in his heart.

The Six Prisons Demon Sect has a very long history, but the reason why they have survived to this day is not because they are so powerful that they are unparalleled, but because they have never appeared in the world head-on.

Even though Pang Wanyang unified the Demon Sect decades ago, he did not really come out.

Now, the Six Prisons Demon Sect is about to be born?

What confidence do they have to dare to be the most ruthless person in the world?

You should know that although the Six Prisons Demon Sect is powerful, it is still inferior to the world's righteous martial arts world, and the court will not tolerate them.

Just Pang Wanyang alone?

Huhu~~~

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back. Although he looked down, he gave people the illusion of looking down:

"Submit me and spare you."

"Submission? Hahaha."

Ke Mengfan's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled coldly:

"Your joke is not funny."

"I'm never kidding."

Feng Qingxuan sighed softly:

"It seems that you made a choice..."

As the words drifted, Feng Qingxuan's clothes suddenly moved without wind, and they were waving.

The robe with a black background flowing gold was raised, as vast as the starry sky.

In an instant, the surging true energy roared out, striking like a sudden wave of sea!

Click!

With Feng Qingxuan as the center, the stone slabs around suddenly cracked and shattered, and ripples visible to the naked eye swept past, and a cruel and cold murderous intent erupted.

boom!

The long street suddenly became chaotic, and the tourists walking around were blown away like straw by the surging airflow!

Many people were even shaken into flesh mud when the true energy arose!

The screams soared into the sky!

"brute!!!"

Emperor Yao was above him, and Ke Mengfan was furious.

He never expected that Feng Qingxuan would dare to start a massacre on the street!

Boom!

The next moment, the entire Emperor Yaoju was shocked, as if the earth dragon turned over, and suddenly tilted!

Above the seventh floor, a magnificent sword energy rose into the air, like a drooping sky river.

With a sword, everything in Ke Mengfan's body was wiped out.

Only the sun is rising, the sword intent as bright as the red sun is surging, and the sword light roars and falls straight like the boundless brilliance of the sun.

In the brilliant sword light, Ke Mengfan's figure stretched out naturally and was like an eagle hitting the sky, like a fish swimming in the shallow bottom, naturally and contains endless murderous intent.

In the vast sword light, there was a faint golden light that appeared on the crystal clear sword in his palm, blooming on the clear and transparent sword, and whispering softly.

"You deserve to die!"

A sword drifted, Ke Mengfan's murderous intent rose in his heart, and the sword light followed his wishes, and suddenly changed from shining on the world to destroying the world!

In an instant, it had already flowed backwards, covering up the chaotic screams on the long street.

"One sword Haoran, with this sword, this journey is no longer a loss..."

Amid the surging gale, a faint smile appeared on Feng Qingxuan's face:

"I just don't know if I can take a few blows..."

His eyes moved down and he saw that under his flying black-bottomed golden robe, his slender and crystal palm had been pressed against his waist at some point.

On the hilt of the long black knife.

The knife is three feet and two inches long, and even the sheath is extremely dark. It is a kind of deep black, as if all the light is to be absorbed by it.

Before the knife was unsheathed, an invisible sense of murderousness had filled the entire street.

All the crying, cursing, howling in pain, and crying in the sky and the earth seemed to have stopped at this moment.

clang ~

Then, a slight sound of a knife sounded.

On the long street, a "big sun" suddenly lit up in the boundless sword light.

A white ‘big sun’!

Under the dark scabbard is the cold sword light as bright as the morning star and as bright as the sun!

This knife seems to be without any fancy, and it seems to contain all the subtle changes. Although it is a knife, it can be like a million swords!

The sword light first appeared, and it had wiped out the countless sword lights that were drifting down.

Then, the crimson sword lights soared into the sky like a giant dragon in the abyss!

The edgeless edge instantly condensed and united. Under the unparalleled blade, whether it was airflow, dust, or other things, they were all divided into two without any surprises!

On the long street around the building, witnessing this sword light, whether ordinary people or masters with advanced martial arts, all felt cold in their hearts, as if they were killed suddenly, sweating profusely.

Ke Mengfan, who was the first to bear the brunt of the brutal sword, smelled the long-lost breath of death in this cold sword light.

This knife.

It's enough to kill him!

Even though I have long known that Feng Qingxuan's martial arts may be above me, how can I not be able to catch it with a single knife?

The thought flashed by, and the boundless sword light that rose instantly converged. As many sword energy flowed back, Ke Mengfan seemed to see it with a sword energy.

The steam was vigorous and the sword light swooped down like a long dragon.

Meeting the rolling cold sword light!

Strong ~~~

The next moment, countless times of gold and iron clashing sounded, spreading across the entire street in an instant!

The screams of countless passers-by were suddenly covered by the sound of gold and iron.

The sword lights and sword shadows in the sky disappeared, as if the dark clouds completely dissipated.

Someone looked up and saw dripping blood spread like rain above the sky.

Then, there are pieces of crystal clear skin, skeletons that are scattered like powder.

Buzz ~

The long knife is sheathed.

On the long street, the boiling wind waves calmed down, and the black robe hung down, touching the land under your feet that had long become ruins.

"It's not bad to pick me up three times."

Feng Qingxuan let go of the hilt of the knife, wiped away the blood that splattered on his face, and said long:

"You will die if you prove my sword."

He looked around, and blood flowed into a river on the ruined long street, and the surrounding buildings and the pedestrians on the roofs were trembling.
To be continued...