Chapter 153 Purple Sword and Jade Dynasty

The earth is full ofyi, clouds and fog, and purple and black are mixed together, covering the whole field in a haze. Blood, amputated limbs, and skeletons are dotted with the strangeness in the scene.

Yun Feichen's body couldn't help trembling and curled up in the mud of the immortal sword. His eyebrows frowned, the meaning of stubbornness at the corners of his mouth, and his face was twisted into a ferocious appearance, which made countless people tremble.

"Bad boy, you play this with me again. I took the money. Where's the book? My "Spring Beauty of Jade Tower"..."

"Huh, Qiaoer ignores you! Qiaoer is going to practice with her senior sisters..."

"You... What are you doing, you monkey? Your strength is not as good as your senior sister... You are so stupid. You are in great trouble, but you bump into this place again... Well, now you are going to die..."

"If you don't come, I will jump off the sky cliff..."

"I Wu Xinyan must kill you, no matter how many years have passed, how many days have passed..."

"Chen'er..."

"I think you loved my sister alone in those years, and a hundred years later, you became a heartless person..."

"Brother, I'm Jianyun..."

"Bad old man... Where have you been? Qiaoer... How about you? Master... Don't you like me? Humph, I'm not Li Feichen... I..." In the convulsions, Yun Feichen muttered to himself, and the scenes of the experience were passing in front of him. There were bursts of pains in the heart, and he wanted to burst out of the chest cavity violently. The blurring of consciousness made there was almost no perception.

"As long as you kill all your Xianxia faction, I will be a decent person from a famous family!"

"Li Feichen! Give me back my holy things! I'm going to kill you!"

"Chen'er, how can there be a living life under the Jade Dynasty?"

"Brother! Wake up! What's wrong with you!" Li Jianyun shook Feichen, who lost consciousness. The panic in his eyes was no less than that of the people outside the venue. He was the nearest person to rely on. He couldn't prevent these things from happening. He also didn't know what to do. The palm of his hand constantly supported several spells, but it didn't work. He watched the other party say something confusedly to make people understand what it meant. If you think about it, worry will rise from your heart.

Shaking the other party for half a while, under Li Jianyun's awakening magic or call, the violent trembling finally stopped. Yun Feichen's face also returned to the ruddyness of the past, but his eyes became bloodthirsty like clever words...

"Are you going to kill me? Ha ha, damn it..." Feichen's eyes were red, as if they were covered with countless traces of blood. The red light in his eyes was undisguised, like a fierce ghost under the nine springs. He struggled to get up from the mud and stood in front of Li Jianyun. The immortal sword urn in his hand kept ringing and he was angry.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Are you awake?" Li Jianyun held his shoulder so that he could recognize himself or restore his original sobriety. However, the other party's expression was very different from before...

"Yes, I'm awake." Feichen replied with a ferocious smile. Suddenly, a sword of the immortal sword grasped tightly stabbed. The black light flashed through Li Jianyun's body. The black smoke was permeated, and the sword spirit was bloodthirsty. No one could understand the moment of the fragrance of the sword. It was happy and ruthless...

"Brother... I... I'm Jianyun..." Li Jianyun's hand grasped Feichen's shoulder tightly, and the disbelief in his eyes was also dim. He never thought that the other party would draw his sword at this time, and a sword pierced his heart with incomparable accuracy...

"Hey hey... Hahaha, I know you are Li Jianyun! But, so what?" Feichen laughed crazily. The immortal sword stirred, pulled it out, and brought up a blood dragon. Li Jianyun's eyes widened and threw more than ten feet under inertia. He didn't dare to believe that the other party would be cruel until he died.

Through Li Jianyun's heart, the anger around Feichen suddenly broke out. Waves of waves burst out beside him and on the sword, blowing away dozens of feet of dust and mud around him. The strength of the momentum almost made the field shake. His sword waving, and the demons trapped by the sword array were slaughtered everywhere. The face is ejected with blood, shaped like Shura hell.

After Li Jianyun covered his chest and swallowed his last breath, he went out of the field under the light of the large array. The realm of Qingxuan Holy Land between the fields disappeared, leaving only the scarlet vein of the immortal sword array. The black fierceness flourished, which shocked the whole array. Feichen stood in the field and looked at Li Fanzhen with red hatred. His ferocious face was like a ghost. He lost his self-consciousness. Now, there is only hatred left!

The dark clouds in the sky gather and do not disperse, and it is dark and unruly.

No one would have thought of such a situation. The judgments of Qing Xuanmen were also stunned on the spot and forgot to announce who would win or lose, but not only they, but they forgot the victory or defeat outside the court. The strange atmosphere made everyone empathize with each other. No one would ever think that Yun Feichen was the right person, leaving only doubt and fear.

"The world is vast, half a life is like a dream, a thousand years of sword, the void is broken!" Feichen stood in the void with a sword. The sword pointed to the position where Li Fanzhen stood. The sword marks slipped, and the tip of the sword brought endless mana, piercing pieces of chains, and accumulated a sword for thousands of years, so that the void was shattered and the glory.

Li Fanzhen looked awe-inspily. He waved his men. The purple sword and the immortal flew out of his gourd and turned into a purple light to his hand. At the moment when he held the sword gently in his hand, the wind was strong and the sand and stones were rolling. Hundreds of people in the field could not support the violent purple rage. The arrogance of the momentum made everyone suddenly change color and retreated sharply. Zhang.

The purple sword Zhuxian, the supreme treasure of Qing Xuanmen. At the moment it was pulled out, the sword spirit appeared, and countless purple blades circled around Li Fanzhen. The tip of the sword pointed to Yun Feichen flying at an unpredictable speed with the naked eye.

The black sword immortal, as if feeling the power of the other party, roaring in progress, transforming countless black sword shadows, stabbing Li Fanzhen outside the array.

Boom!

The two swords meet, bursting infinite light, and the naked eye can't look at it.

The light dissipated, and I saw Li Fanzhen holding a sword alone and standing in the sky with his back, like a god descending to the earth. He stood in the field, and his momentum was like staring at the world. The flying immortals of the immortal sword array could not play a role in his body. His cultivation was strong and rare in the world.

Purple Neon, purple eyes, the elegant girl stands behind him, and the look of contempt for the world is also like Li Fanzhen. She is the strongest sword weapon, Zhu Xian, and the strongest purple sword spirit.

The thick smoke in the field rolled, and Feichen stood on the ground, erased a trace of blood from the corners of his mouth, and his face was more ferocious. He saw the immortal sword in his hand, and the fierce light rose in the array, and the array rotated, as if all the anger was condensed in the sword.

Under the black light, Qiaoyan appeared beside him, and his pale red eyes were also like Feichen. The black and red Nishang set off the cold white jade cheeks, as if there was no emotion at all.