When the bronze sword came out, the sea of ​​magma that had been raging under the cave suddenly became quiet, calm, as if it was afraid of angering the bronze sword exuding the terrifying emperor's power.

Mu Feng looked solemn, waved his sleeves, and two quasi-emperor ghosts flew out from the bone banner, and rushed towards the two red dragons frantically.

The Chi Jiao, who had already been at a disadvantage and retreated step by step, was directly bombarded by the four quasi-emperor ghosts and was directly captured alive.

Once the red dragon's horn is stripped away, its spirituality will quickly disappear, thus becoming a waste horn.

Therefore, Mu Feng did not kill the two red dragons on the spot, but captured them with the purpose of capturing them alive, and then took off the red dragon's horn when he needed the red dragon's horn.

The four quasi-emperor ghosts imprisoned the two red dragons and pressed them on the cliffs on the other side.

Mu Feng had a solemn look and communicated with Jiuyuan, releasing the magic sword in the world of Golden Book.

As soon as the demon sword came out, the demonic energy was overwhelming! Mu Feng was covered by the demonic energy, and his eyes turned blood red, looking like a peerless demon.

"I, Mu Feng, have never provoked you Mu Shen Mansion. Instead, you Mu Shen Mansion have sent people to capture me or capture me several times. Now, I have even used imperial weapons to kill me! Your Mu Shen Mansion is very good, very good!"

Mu Feng's voice became hoarse, his tone was filled with coldness and murderous intent, and he continued: "I, Mu Feng, swear here that one day, you Mu Shen Mansion will pay a heavy price and be removed from this world!"

Mu Xiaojian's eyes sterned, he looked at Mu Feng deeply, and sneered: "I'm afraid there will be no more that day, and you will have to die today!"

As he said that, Mu Xiaojian pinched his hands with his hands, pointed his right sword at the surface of the bronze sword, and bit his tongue and spitted blood on the bronze sword.

I saw that the bronze sword was like a living thing, and the blood on its surface was absorbed and swallowed by the sword body.

Then, a wisp of green air evaporated from the surface of the sword body.

Countless green auras gathered to form an old man’s phantom! The old man looked majestic, his hair was spreading, and his whole body exuded the momentum that the superior should have.

The old man's phantom slowly grasped the bronze sword. Suddenly, the imperial power filled the cave surged again, reaching an extremely terrifying level.

"Meet the elders of the clan!"

Mu Xiaojian's face turned pale and he took several steps back. He did not dare to look up at the old man, but bent down and bowed.

The rest of the Mushen Mansion team also followed Mu Xiaojian and saluted respectfully.

"It's the divine thought of the strong Martial Emperor! The old man from the Mushen Mansion is really willing to spend a lot of money. In order to kill you, he is willing to strip away some of the divine thoughts from this imperial weapon!"

In my mind, Jiuyuan's solemn voice came.

Mu Feng's face was not very good-looking. He knew very well that the imperial soldiers were very powerful and not everyone could use them.

Although Mu Xiao Jian has good cultivation and is at the peak of the eighth-level martial sect, he can only exert a small part of his power with his imperial weapon, and the backlash is still very large.

Even Mu Feng is the same. If it weren't for the help of the wordless Jin Shu and Jiuyuan, how could he have fully exerted the power of the magic sword?

However, there is another way to allow the imperial soldiers to exert their full strength.

That is the divine thoughts and spiritual power of the master of the imperial soldier.

As long as these two things are used, the imperial weapon can also exert all its power.

Moreover, the stronger the divine consciousness, the longer the imperial weapon can last, and the more terrifying the destructive power it bursts out.

The bronze sword sacrificed by Mu Xiaojian was stored in the sword's master's divine thought, which is the divine thought of Mu Shenhua, the old man from the Mu Shen Mansion.

Mu Shenhua just nodded, and his illusory and vicissitudes of eyes passed through the sea of ​​magma and fell on Mu Feng.

"You are Mu Feng! You are really arrogant and talented! You have more potential than Qing Cang back then!"

The phantom of Mu Shenhua spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and somewhat ethereal, constantly echoing in the grotto.

"Mu Feng! I will give you a way out, do you want it?"

Mu Shenhua asked indifferently.

Mu Feng looked cold and said, "If you want me to surrender and make a cow and horse for your Mushen Mansion, then you don't have to waste your verbal talk! If you come in person, I will definitely die, but just a divine thought may not be able to kill me!"

As he said that, Mu Feng shouted loudly, and the second magic sword rushed out, carrying the vast demonic energy.

Immediately afterwards, there is the third handle, the fourth handle... and all the way to the sixth handle.

The six-handled magic sword is the number that Mu Feng can now perfectly control and exert all power.

Of course, this is not his limit. He can control seven or eight handles, but he cannot control them perfectly, and it is easy to exhaust his spiritual power.

"This sword is called Qingfeng Divine Sword. It is the natal imperial weapon I have been nurtured for decades after I became emperor. It is not comparable to ordinary imperial weapons! If this sword continues, you will die!"

Mu Shenhua's phantom glanced at Mu Feng lightly, slowly raised the Qingfeng Divine Sword, and a sharp light burst out from his eyes.

Tear! The Qingfeng Divine Sword slashed down suddenly, the sword light soared into the sky, and the green light filled the sky.

The blue sword light was as fast as lightning. Wherever it passed, the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart and arrived in front of Mu Feng in an instant.

A strong sense of crisis swept over Mu Feng's heart. He did not hesitate to sacrifice six demon swords. The rolling demonic energy used the demon sword as the skeleton to form a great demon holding the demon sword.

Bang! The big demon phantom raised his sword and slashed out, blasting with the blue sword light.

There was only a loud bang, and a ring-shaped ripple energy spread rapidly around.

The blue light sword was as powerful as a rainbow, forcing the great demon phantom to retreat repeatedly, and the six demon swords among the great demon phantom dimmed one after another.

Mu Feng's face changed drastically. He did not expect that the six demon swords would appear together and would be unable to defeat the power of the Qingfeng Divine Sword.

"The Seventh Sword! Come out!"

Mu Feng took a deep breath, sacrificed the seventh magic sword, and shot into the shadow of the great demon.

But seeing the phantom of the great demon as a helper of the gods, the demon body that was originally illusory on the surface suddenly became substantial.

Bang! The phantom of the demon who was originally retreating step by step paused and blocked the blue light sword.

"Hmph! It's interesting!"

The phantom of Mu Shenhua's brows slightly condensed, and he raised the bronze sword again and slashed across the line, with the blazing green light shining brightly.

It was like a big blue sun falling.

Puchi! The second green light hit, and the phantom of the demon suddenly became much dimmed, and the seven demon swords were even buzzing and trembling violently. Mu Feng was even more blasted by the backlash and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"The Eighth Sword! Come out!"

Mu Feng had no choice but to use the power of the wordless golden book to sacrifice the eighth magic sword.

Moreover, the entire person burst out with all his spiritual power, the great power of heaven and earth and the special physique, and finally barely blocked the second blue light sword light.

"Um?

There is actually a magic sword?"

Mu Shenhua really showed surprise. He snorted coldly and raised his sword again.

The sword fell! The green light rose again! The phantom of the great demon was bombarded almost transparent and was on the verge of collapse.

Mu Feng roared and sacrificed the last magic sword, only then could barely maintain the phantom of the demon and block the three green sword lights in front of him.

But this was Mu Feng's limit! He knew that if Mu Shenhua slashed out the fourth sword, he would not be able to stop it.

By then, he would have no choice but to hide in the world of Jinshu to take refuge.

But that was the most helpless move. The world of Jinshu was his secret. He was unwilling to use it casually to let others know that there was a small world on him that could carry living things.
Chapter completed!