Everyone looked up at the sky dullly, looking at everything with despair.
At this time, Feng Ming held the hilt of the sword with both hands, holding the sword light that was more than ten feet long and headed straight for the blood-red Tai Chi map.
If such a terrifying blow hit the Tai Chi diagram, the blood-sealed Nine Heavens Formation will definitely break open. The next moment, the person hidden behind will know everything and appear in front of everyone at a speed like a ghost. This world will turn into a sea of blood, and one hundred and fifty-eight powerful men will turn into a pile of white bones and be buried forever in the deep deep of this vast cold earth.
However, when everyone was desperate, a trace of hope flashed in their eyes, and a blood-red look suddenly appeared in their dull eyes, and then the fear on their faces was replaced by doubt.
However, the blood-red figure in the sky was so real. Just as the Feng Ming was about to tear apart the Blood-Covered Nine Heavens Formation, a blood-red figure rushed out of the space, exuding endless blood-smelling smell, and rushed straight to the sword light with a squeak.
Feng Ming held the sword in both hands and still slashed the sword light down, slashing out with shocking force. The somewhat sinister face was densely covered with a layer of strong smile, and the frivolous laughter echoed unscrupulously in the air, which made people feel uncomfortable when they heard it.
"Go to die for me, a group of people who don't know the current affairs," Feng Ming slashed and shouted, and a fine crack appeared on the jade piece close to the hilt of the sword.
But, just before the sword light was about to touch the Tai Chi diagram, the blood-colored figure that flew out came, with a clang of metal, and the falling sword light actually stagnated in the air. The next moment, with a crisp sound, the long sword had broken inch by inch, scattered in the air.
At this time, Feng Ming, who was smiling, looked up at all this with a daze, and was extremely stupid for a moment. He would never have expected that he would have had such an accident when he was done.
The stupid eyes blinked and looked at the bloody light and shadow that was blown hundreds of feet away by him. He rattled his mouth, a bitterness arises on his mouth, and then a curse spit out of his mouth, and suddenly he became hysterical: "Who is my mother, my mother?"
But the next moment, Fahai, Bai Suzhen and the others had already swung out a weapon, sweeping two powerful winds, forcing Feng Ming to retreat, and had to watch what was about to succeed and turn into countless bubbles.
"Damn it, don't you know if the joy is sorrowful," Feng Ming was forced to retreat, and was surrounded by the four people of the Forgetful Venerable for a while. The high-level powerful man who was fighting with the gods in the distance saw all this, his expression pale and cursed coldly. All this was completely different from what he expected. He didn't expect that these thirty or more powerful men would be so terrifying that he could not break the spirit-breaking sword.
Everyone in the fight smiled a little more at the eyes. Looking at all this, they looked at the bloody figure that was nearly a hundred feet away from the distance. They were shocked again. They saw that the bloody figure fell in the air like a kite that had been broken, but there was no breath to distinguish.
However, just as the blood-colored body fell sharply, a green figure suddenly pierced out of the space, and a flashed body caught the falling blood-colored figure. A soft force surged out from the palm of the palm, cleverly resolving the force, turning the fingerprints in the hand, converging it into the space convergence.