Such a terrifying sword light suddenly made the onlookers around the street retreat in horror.

No one dared to stop the assassination of this sword light. Even the warrior who was just a little closer would be directly bombarded and was seriously injured and vomited blood.

In an instant, the sword light attacked He Wuhen and pierced his throat.

At that moment, He Wuhen felt cold all over his body, and a cold air emerged from his back.

Although there was only a sword light in front of him, he felt as if there were thousands of sword lights covering all the vital points of his body.

This sword light was completely impossible to avoid, as if it contained the ability to confine space, locking him in place.

Very strong! Very powerful!

He Wuhen couldn't help but have this thought in his heart.

The warrior in this sword light is definitely a high-level martial arts sect’s strong man!

At the critical moment, he had no chance to use Qingyun footwork to escape.

He had no choice but to condense the flame shield and raise the blood-drinking knife to block his chest.

"clang!"

The sword light assassinated the blood-drinking knife, and a shocking sound suddenly erupted.

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing came ten miles away, shocking millions of warriors.

At that moment, all the warriors within a radius of ten miles were alarmed and rushed to this street to watch the battle.

The swords and swords intersect, the light shattered and splashed, and the flame sword light was defeated, shattered into hundreds of flame fragments, and shot in all directions.

The ruins of houses that had collapsed on both sides of the street were instantly lit by flame fragments, and a huge fire burned.

At least 600,000 kilograms of terrifying power burst out from the white sword light.

The Blood-Drinking Knife suddenly trembled violently, and He Wuhen's face suddenly became pale and bloodless.

Such a powerful sword light bombarded him and flew backwards, drew an arc in the air, and landed twenty feet away.

When he was in the air, he felt severe pain in his internal organs and a stream of blood gushed out of his throat.

"Bang!"

When he was about to hit the ground, he twisted his body and then his feet fell to the ground. A huge force burst out from the soles of his feet, smashing two pits on the ground.

He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then He Wuhen raised his head, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

It was not until this time that he could see clearly that the person who attacked was a young man in a white robe.

The man in the white robe had a slender and upright body, and his white clothes were as white as snow. He was tied with a jade belt around his waist, and his long black hair was scattered behind his back.

His face is like a jade, his eyebrows are sharp and starry eyes, his eyes are as dark as stars, and his two thin lips show a bit of loneliness and coolness.

At this time, he stood on the long street, staring at He Wuhen thirty feet across, with his left hand behind him, and his right hand holding a sword and pointing at the ground diagonally.

What a handsome young man, he is really a beautiful man.

However, there was murderous aura in his cold eyes, and a cruel and vicious sneer on the corner of his mouth made him look weird and evil.

He assassinated with one sword and flew backwards with He Wuhen's injury, showing his super strength.

Although he had just turned into a sword light and assassinated dozens of warriors and drove them away, even seriously injured more than a dozen people.

But the street was silent all around, and no one dared to speak out, let alone come to seek revenge on the man in white robe.

Everyone stared at the man in white robe with horror, his eyes filled with awe and fear.

When everyone recalled the terrifying power of the sword light just now, cold air burst into their hearts, and waves of fear came out.

Even many powerful Wuzong masters are still speculating that if the sword light attacked him just now, could he escape?

The moment this thought arose, everyone couldn't help but feel terrified.

The answer is of course no.

No one present could block the attack of the man in white robe.

More and more warriors were alarmed and gathered around the street to watch the battle. In less than a hundred breaths, more than two thousand people were allowed to go.

Warriors fight every day in the City of Chaos, but for the first time in several years there has been such a powerful battle, which has attracted countless warriors to come and watch.

A whisper gradually sounded in the crowd, and someone recognized the identity of the man in white robe and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Feng Qianhun! He is Feng Qianhun, one of the six masters of the Wind Demon Palace!"

"What? It's Feng Qianhun, the sword riding wind?"

"Oh my God! Feng Qianhun actually appeared! He is the long-famous Level 6 Wushun!"

"No wonder the sword light just now was so terrifying! It turned out to be Feng Qianhun!"

When he learned that the man in white robe was Feng Qianhun, the master of the Feng Demon Palace, all the warriors watching around him were blown up, as if boiling water was boiling.

Everyone felt a deep fear in their hearts, and their eyes looking at Feng Qianhun were also full of fear.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the Feng Qianhun were already a powerful sect in the sixth level of Wushu ten years ago, and their reputation had long been spread throughout the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

Although there are not many high-level Wusect powerhouses on the Donghuang Continent, Feng Qianhun is famous for his far-reaching reputation and shocks the entire continent.

He is a rare wind-attributed warrior who practiced the sword technique of riding the wind and controlling the sword.

Not only was his sword skill as quick as the wind, but his heart was vicious and cruel. There were countless warriors who died under his Lingfeng sword.

As a level 6 Wuzong, this person has no style of a strong man. Even unarmed women and children have killed countless people.

He is an executioner, a cold-blooded killer who uses any means to achieve his goals!

It was precisely because of knowing that Feng Qianhun was notorious that many onlookers quietly retreated further to watch the battle, fearing that they would be affected by the battle.

At the same time, why did more people feel worried and regretful without hatred and sigh whisperingly?

"Oh, what a pity! That black-robed boy is so genius, but somehow he got into the Feng Demon Palace? Feng Qianhun, the killing god, took action himself, and this boy will definitely die."

"Yes, although this young man in black robe is a martial arts genius, he met Feng Qianhun and would definitely die today."

"I don't know how many warriors that the Wind Demon Palace kills in the sky have killed in recent years. I really hope that this genius boy can escape this disaster."

"Hey, you are so stupid. Didn't you see that the boy in black robe has a pet dragon? As the saying goes, a man is innocent and guilty of possessing a treasure. Even if this boy has not provoked the Wind Demon Palace, he will kill the boy and steal his pet with the evil deeds of the Wind Demon Palace!"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and many warriors were heartbroken and shook their heads and sighed.

Almost everyone believes that He Wuhen will die this time and there is absolutely no possibility of survival.

Even under the sword of Feng Qianhun, the young man could not even escape.

Feng Qianhun's speed has reached a stunning level, and almost no one can escape his pursuit.

The discussions around and the regretful expressions of everyone were seen and heard by He Wuhen.

While his heart was heavy, he was not depressed, nor was he afraid.

Feng Qianhun, who was standing thirty feet away in front of him, had a gloomy face and stared at He Wuhen with murderous aura, and his whole body exuded an extremely sharp aura.

His eyes slowly swept across the mess, like a ruined street, and soon he saw the corpses of countless killers in the Wind Demon Palace lying on the ground covered with cracks.

Even the capable general under his command, Wu Yuntong, has been killed by He Wuheng.

As a result, his eyes became more and more sinister and a huge murderous aura emerged all over his body.

"Slaying evil, no one in the world can save you, and you will definitely die today!"

He Wuhen glared at Feng Qianhun with a gloomy face, a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and pointed at Wu Yuntong's body and mocked: "He said so before, but now I am living well, and he has become a corpse."

Such a plain sentence, without any arrogance, calmly explains a fact.

But it was like a loud slap in front of more than 2,000 warriors, and slapped Feng Qianhun's face hard in front of more than 2,000 warriors.

In an instant, his handsome face twisted and an unparalleled rage erupted.

"Crawler, I want to tear you into pieces!"

Amid the roar, Feng Qianhun suddenly launched an attack, and his body and the Lingfeng sword in his hand were combined into one, turning into a huge sword light that was one foot long.

The blazing sword light was dazzling and sharp, and instantly tore the air into ripples, as if it had pierced the obstacles in space and assassinated in front of He Wuhen.

"ah!"

"It's over!"

At that moment, as the sword light assassinated He Wuhen, the many warriors onlookers all exclaimed, and their hearts were filled with worry and despair.

It seemed that everyone had seen He Wuhen's heart pierced by a sword, vomiting blood and falling to the ground to die.

But He Wuhen was prepared for a long time, and his mind was calm in an instant, as if he had resonated with the Blood-Drinking Sword.

He held the blood-drinking knife in both hands, and slashed out thirty-six sharp sword lights, covering Feng Qianhun.

"Vacuum breaks!"

The sword light slashed from four directions instantly gathered into a red flame sword, colliding with Feng Qianhun fiercely.

The flame sword and the blazing white sword light were like needles facing the wheat light, colliding and fighting, but there was no sound of explosion.

Although there was no loud bang, the silent battle was even more touching, making everyone clench their fists secretly.
To be continued...