"Is there still a demon? Come out and show me." Chen Feng looked at Ying Yuan and said with a provocative look on his face.

After the battle with Ying Yuan, Chen Feng already knew that the reason why Ying Yuan was so feared was largely because of his ability to control demons.

When the devil appears, who will fight against him?

If other Sanxian fought with Ying Yuan, most of them would bypass the powerful demon and directly attack Ying Yuan's body to defeat the enemy. But Chen Feng was different. He had the Black Flame Hellfire, which gave him one more choice.

That is to kill all the demons of Ying Yuan first!

Ying Yuan without the devil is not a toothless tiger, he can be pinched as much as he wants.

Therefore, Chen Feng used this move to start a prairie fire, even if the black flame hellfire in his body was completely empty, he still wanted to kill Ying Yuan's demon head.

Chen Feng didn't believe that Ying Yuan still had a second batch of demons. After all, demons with the strength of Nine Tribulations Loose Immortals were extremely precious, how could they be so easy to cultivate? Even if Ying Yuan still had them, they were just lower level demons.

.But those demons did not pose any threat to Chen Feng.

Ying Yuan looked at Chen Feng's (top) (click) novel, with flames of hatred burning in his eyes.

Chen Feng's action caused all his thousands of years of hard work to be wasted.

Chen Feng's guess was correct. Over the course of thousands of years, Ying Yuanke cultivated such a group of demons, but now they all died in Chen Feng's hands, greatly damaging his strength. Even though there are still some demons among the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells,

There are countless demons, but they are all low-level demons with underground strength. They are fine against ordinary seventh- and eighth-level loose immortals, but they are not enough to deal with nine-level loose immortals.

"Chen Feng, I will definitely kill you today!" Ying Yuan shouted bitterly.

"Why, do you still have a demon who can deal with me?" Chen Feng laughed loudly, looking like he was sure of victory.

Seeing Chen Feng showing such an expression, Ying Yuan felt even more annoyed: "You are the same, how much of that kind of flame is left?"

Chen Feng spread his hands: "No more!"

"Then I'm still afraid of you?" Ying Yuan shouted loudly: "You go to hell!"

As he spoke, the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells were thrown out by him.

The Ten Thousand Demonic Bells grew when they saw the wind, and in the blink of an eye they turned into the size of a small mountain, and fiercely suppressed Chen Feng.

Unexpectedly, this Ten Thousand Demonic Bell can release a large number of demons and has such an effect.

If it were an ordinary Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, he would definitely choose to avoid the edge of the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells at this moment, but is Chen Feng afraid?

Not to mention that Chen Feng's strength is already comparable to that of the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal. Just because he has been refining his body through the Scorpio Throne these years, his physical strength has surpassed the average quasi-immortal weapon. A small Ten Thousand Demonic Bell, even

No matter how heavy it is, it is only a quasi-immortal weapon at best. How could it be put in Chen Feng's eyes?

Holding the heavy sword at his side, Chen Feng stretched out his hands suddenly, like two iron pliers, grabbing the edge of the Ten Thousand Demonic Bell.

I saw Chen Feng's muscles bulging like mountains, and huge power suddenly exploded.

The rapid falling trend of the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells suddenly stopped, and only the bells continued to swing around, making tinkling sounds.

"What a powerful force!" At this moment, the people in Qingyun Mountain cheered loudly, and everyone was impressed by Chen Feng's divine power.

…

"Rumble--"

The eighth thunder calamity finally fell.

Guo Chang's body stood erect, allowing the lightning to hit him.

After the thunderstorm passed, Guo Chang's body was still upright, but there was a hint of fatigue between his brows.

The clouds of calamity rolled, and the last thunder calamity began to brew.

…

Chen Feng held the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells and stood proudly, as if he were a Vajra standing tall against the sky and the earth.

"Drink!" Chen Feng suddenly shouted loudly, and the Ten Thousand Devil Bell was thrown up heavily by him.

"Break it for me!"

The next moment, the epee returned to Chen Feng's hand. Chen Feng swung the epee and looked at Wan Mo Ling with the force of Mount Tai.

"clang--"

Like an ancient bell being struck heavily, the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells let out a strong moan and then shattered!

The heavy sword has no edge. The scary thing is not its sharpness, but its power! A quasi-immortal weapon as powerful as the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells, was shattered by the power of the heavy sword, turning into pieces and scattered everywhere.

All around.

There is a space within the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells, and there are countless demons in the space. But as the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells shattered, the space inside was also annihilated, and countless demons did not know which space they were exiled to.

"Ah, I'll kill you!" Seeing that the Ten Thousand Demon Bells were destroyed, Ying Yuan was seriously injured due to the Qi infection. However, the resentment in his heart made him ignore his physical injuries and used a flying weapon.

The sword flew towards Chen Feng.

The high-level demons can be cultivated again, but the disappearance of the Ten Thousand Demonic Bells means that his left and right arms have been cut off. From then on, he will be reduced to the most ordinary Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, and he will never be able to hold his head up.

Looking at the hysterical Ying Yuan, Chen Feng's eyes flashed with contempt.

Such Ying Yuan is no longer enough to be an opponent. Although he is still a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, when it comes to close combat, how can Ying Yuan, who is accustomed to controlling demons to attack from a distance, be Chen Feng's opponent?

With one step, Chen Feng's heavy sword turned into an aurora, extremely gorgeous.

There is no attribute, this is just the purest swordsmanship, and it is the most powerful sword driven by him using the Dragon Desire Xuanhuang Sutra.

The two people quickly approached, and then their swords crossed each other, fighting for a while, and then separated again.

This series of actions was completed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Feng stood proudly, with sword intent all over his body, making him look like a peerless sword standing between heaven and earth.

A drop of blood slipped from the edge of the heavy sword in his hand.

But Ying Yuan's body was trembling, and his body was covered with criss-crossing scars.

It was just a collision, and the winner was already decided.

"Hatred has blinded you. If you could be calmer, I would have to spend a lot of effort to kill you!" Chen Feng's voice sounded slowly, calmly, without a hint of fireworks.

"Plop——"

Ying Yuan fell to the ground, lifeless, and he didn't know if he heard Chen Feng's words before he died.

Everyone was silent, looking at Ying Yuan's body, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Rabbit Death and Fox Bei, a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, fell in front of them like this, making them realize that life is so fragile.

"Oh? You won so quickly?" On the other side, Han Wei said with a relaxed look.

I saw him holding his right hand behind his back, as if he was strolling around, and just gesturing casually with his left hand.

However, his opponents, Longmen Sect Master Xiong En and Supreme Elder Yang Yaozi, were weak and retreating steadily.

"How awesome!" Chen Feng looked at it and couldn't help but feel horrified. This Han Wei is definitely as invincible as Ksitigarbha.

"Well, it's boring to play any more, so I'll teach you a lesson!" Han Wei chuckled, suddenly stretched out two fingers of his left hand, and pointed out quickly.

Two muffled sounds were heard, and Xiong En and Yang Yaozi both flew backwards, and their auras suddenly dropped.

Chen Feng opened his mouth in surprise, and saw that the cultivation levels of Xiong En and Yang Yaozi suddenly dropped a lot in just one finger, and they both fell to the peak strength of the Eight Tribulations Loose Immortal.

"Seal some of your strength. If your next performance satisfies me, I will consider letting you recover!" Han Wei said calmly, as if he had just done an insignificant thing.
Chapter completed!