The Ancient Vast Realm

"Then how about trying my sword?"

Just as Wu Tiankuang was about to make a move, he heard a calm voice, and a four-color sword light fell, locking the four-sided space, making it impossible to avoid.

"I've been on guard against you!"

Feeling the power of this sword, although Wu Tiankuang felt a strong sense of danger in his heart, he was not panicked.

He only saw his eyes glare, and rolling evil spirits surged out. His already tall figure instantly expanded by more than double, and the whole person exuded a more dangerous aura.

The most different from before was that in the middle of Wu Tiankuang's eyebrows, a broken fragment was embedded on it, adding a touch of evil to it.

"The fragment of the Yunsha Tianzhu!"

Seeing the thing between Wu Tiankuang's eyebrows, Feng Xuan was subconsciously startled, and most of the doubts in his heart were instantly solved.

Bang!

Wu Tiankuang raised his stick and swept it upwards, causing the space to be slightly distorted and exploding a red evil tide.

The power of this stick was extremely terrifying. It not only instantly forced back Feng Xuan's sword style, but also went straight to Feng Xuan himself, intending to kill him directly with one blow.

"Disaster Lord, you are so stupid. Choosing to fight me head-on is your most wrong decision. Die!"

The evil spirit around Wu Tiankuang was surging, almost forming a blood-colored flame that burned endlessly, with a cruel and bloody light in his eyes.

Before, it naturally investigated Feng Xuan and Jian Wuchen. After all, as long as the two of them had taken action, they would inevitably leave countless traces.

Although Feng Xuan and Jian Wuchen had always taken action very decisively, they still left many witnesses, and some information was naturally exposed.

Jian Wuchen's swordsmanship. Feng Xuan's disaster curse, this is almost no secret.

Among the two, Feng Xuan's disaster curse is the most feared, especially after carefully watching some of Feng Xuan's secret information, even Wu Tiankuang had to admit that Feng Xuan was difficult to deal with.

Although Wu Tian Kuang was powerful and not afraid of Feng Xuan and the others, it did not have a good way to deal with such curses, so it had never attacked the two until Yan Yi gave the order to temporarily give up targeting the human race.

But at this time, Wu Tian Kuang never thought that Feng Xuan, whom it was a little afraid of, would take the initiative to attack and choose to fight with it in close combat. This made it feel puzzled and relieved at the same time. At least in this way, Feng Xuan would not have time to cast those strange curses.

Facing this powerful blow and feeling the faint threat of death, Feng Xuan was not panicked, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Have you forgotten that I am not the only one fighting you?"

Feng Xuan's figure retreated in the air like a ghost. While narrowly avoiding this domineering stick, his figure turned into dozens of clones and phantoms, almost all over Wu Tian Kuang's vision, and even he could not distinguish the true from the false for a while.

After defeating several entangled phantoms in succession, Wu Tian Kuang gave up this meaningless behavior and planned to observe carefully.

"What?"

However, Feng Xuan's words were like a thunderclap, which made Wu Tian Kuang suddenly stunned. There seemed to be a layer of imperceptible black light floating in his eyes, as if something had affected his thinking before, making him subconsciously forget something.

"Oh no!"

At this moment, Wu Tian Kuang's face changed instantly. For some reason, after Feng Xuan appeared before, he immediately shifted his attention and completely ignored the existence of Jian Wuchen.

Just when Wu Tian Kuang was about to turn his head to check the situation of Jian Wuchen who was hit into the rock wall by him, his whole body tensed up. Above his head, a huge empty sword mountain appeared, and countless broken swords were messily inserted diagonally on the sword mountain, like a tomb of swords.

In front of the sword tomb, Jian Wuchen's eyes were indifferent. Although blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, there was a strong sword light between his eyes. The sword seal condensed in his hand, staring at the bottom.

The terrifying pressure came, and the appearance of the Void Sword Tomb immediately made Wu Tiankuang's movements enter a heavy state, as if there were thousands of sharp weapons cutting his flesh all over his body.

What made him even more frightened was that it seemed that the Sword Tomb, which was originally just a phantom, was solidifying little by little, as if it was really going to manifest in this inner world.

Faintly, Wu Tiankuang even felt that the surrounding cave world seemed to be faintly shattered, like wailing, as if it could not bear the true form of this Void Sword Tomb.

"What is this!"

Wu Tiankuang's face changed drastically. He really didn't expect that Jian Wuchen, who had been tortured by him just now and had almost no power to fight back, actually had such a powerful Sword Tomb on his body. It could give him such a strong sense of threat. The horror of this Sword Tomb was probably unimaginable.

Now, only the projection of this Sword Tomb has appeared, and it has not yet fully manifested, but it has already brought it a strong breath of death. If this Sword Tomb is fully manifested, it is afraid that it will be suppressed and destroyed in an instant.

"Open!"

Wu Tiankuang's face was ferocious, and the broken fragment of the sky bead between his eyebrows suddenly burst out with a strong force that rushed into his whole body, making him instantly break free from the suppressive force attached to him by the sword tomb.

Not only that, while breaking through this suppressive force, Wu Tiankuang stabbed out with the black iron long stick in his hand. The long stick flowing with the fire evil spirit wrapped in layers of destructive power changed into a huge divine pillar and pierced through the sword tomb above, as if to smash it with one blow.

Wu Tiankuang was very confident. His black iron stick was once a four-pattern holy weapon. Even though it had fallen to the level of a three-pattern holy weapon after being injured by the Wusha King with the Yunsha Sky Pearl in the battle a thousand years ago, it has now returned to the level of a three-pattern peak holy weapon after a thousand years of nurturing.

The black iron stick has a characteristic, which is the power to break the ban. Whether it is a formation or a ban, as long as it does not exceed a limit, the black iron stick can have a miraculous effect.

As long as the shadow of the empty sword tomb is shattered, it does not believe that Feng Xuan and Jian Wuchen can still make any waves with their own strength.

Wu Tiankuang did not believe that such a powerful sword tomb could be used and controlled by Jian Wuchen at will.

But just as Wu Tiankuang was thinking this, he felt a burning pain between his eyebrows again, and his heart was shocked.

"Wait, did I forget something again?"

This thought flashed through Wu Tiankuang's mind subconsciously, but now he had already taken out his stick. Seeing that the black iron stick in his hand had transformed into a huge divine pillar and had broken some of the phantoms of the sword tomb, he was about to completely destroy it when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Wow!"

Wu Tiankuang suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. As the power in his hand dissipated, he lowered his head with a somewhat miserable look. He saw that a blood-colored strange long sword had pierced through his chest from behind at some point, and was devouring his blood unscrupulously.

As if it had noticed Wu Tiankuang's gaze, a scarlet snake eye suddenly appeared on the blood-colored long sword, and it looked at it. From the snake eye, Wu Tiankuang seemed to feel a sense of greed and a very pure bloodthirsty emotion.