Chosen Man
End of Battle
Although he was insulting, but Feng Zun would not be careless.
After all, it was an ancient evil spirit, which could be sealed within the sword body and had been immortal within it for countless years. The power he wielded was destined to be no trivial matter.
Feng Zun's eyes were deep, and he whispered in his heart, "It's time to end..."
When the battle reached this point, there was no point anymore to play around.
A blood-red mist enveloped the area of Lake Whuyun.
Shhh!
It could be seen that Huo Liandu's soul was swept out of his shattered body, and then leaped into the dark frost ancient sword, and fused with the blood-red demon.
"Kill it!"
Suddenly, the sword seemed to come alive when it was pushed by Huo Liandu's soul force, it rose into the sky and slashed towards Feng Zun.
A slash!
Bang out!
On the shores of the lake, not knowing anymore how many cultivators were pale and panicked.
Looking from afar can make people feel desperate, let alone fight in it?
In the teahouse, Jiu Feng could not help himself anymore, his figure rose from his desk and wanted to rush into the lake to save Feng Zun.
But suddenly...
Clangs!
Jiu Feng's heart trembled when he saw a tall figure standing in the distance, making his expression freeze.
In a stunned state, he saw that in the middle of Lake Whuyun, Feng Zun's figure suddenly became very different, the aura he emitted like was extremely vast and boundless. There was a strange feeling like he was looking at a god who had the ability to overturn heaven and earth.
He also faintly saw that within him, an indescribable invisible force appeared.
At this moment, when looking at him the figure of Feng Zun with the Fantian Emperor Sword in his hand, one would have a feeling like looking at an immortal figure from the heavens.
Just like the gods above swordsmanship, with a heavenly constitution on his body, he seemed able to control the sun and moon, and oppress heaven!
This was the existence of Jiu Feng, a Peak Immortal cultivator who became a legend in the Long Dynasty, but he currently felt an uncontrollable sense of horror and awe in his heart.
But in an instant, all perception and shock disappeared, as a loud roar rang out in Lake Whuyun.
Swoshis!
Bang out! Bang out!
The blood-colored fog that covered the void seemed to be torn apart by the invisible energy storm that Feng Zun unleashed and shattered without a trace.
In the middle of the lake, the evil sword energy that surged into the sky was crushed part by part, shattered like foam, and spread into thin air.
The night is getting late.
The gripping night had returned to the state of Lake Whuyun before.
In the dim moonlight in the middle of the darkness of the night, one could faintly see that in the middle of the lake, there was only one figure standing there.
This person was of course Feng Zun.
He lowered his head and looked at his right hand.
Inside the sword, there was still the spirit of Huo Liandu, the Great Elder of Divine Sword Palace, he looked extremely weak, like a burnt candle, he had lost all of his vitality and was about to disappear.
"You're not as good as I am in a power fight, and you're not as good as me in a trump card fight either, and you still want to kill me with just your own strength? Are you ... worthy?"
Feng Zun whispered, with a hint of disdain in his voice.
Huo Liandu muttered in relief and bitterly from within the sword, "To die under such force, this old man will have no regrets..."
Feng Zun said indifferently, "This is my strength."
"Rightly, if so, why are you only at the early mortal realm?"
Huo Liandu sneered, like he was hearing a big joke.
Feng Zun let out a light sigh, showing pity, "I've said before, that an ant like you would not be qualified to give me a face."
Huo Liandu wanted to say something, but it was too late.
His spirit began to wither and dim, then turned into nothingness.
"My master, I am willing to give up and become your slave, forgive me!"
"The evil spirit has a desire to be my slave? What a beautiful joke."
Feng Zun laughed.
He made a strange move with one hand.
"Ampuni.... "
Before the evil spirit finished its words, Feng Zun had cast a seal to shackle the evil spirit completely inside the dark frost sword.
The dark frost sword trembled violently, and the evil spirit within it had now completely sealed away.
He was not interested in the origin of this evil spirit.
It was impossible for him to know this kind of evil spirit born in the power of filth and sin.
"This sword is not bad."
Feng Zun stored the Dark Frozen Ancient Sword into his storage ring.
As for the evil spirit, it certainly could not be wasted just like that, he would give the evil creature as a Netherflame Spirit meal that was encamped within the Sword of the Fantian Emperor.
After that Feng Zun turned around and walked towards the edge of the lake.