Although Wang An was a top-quality flying sword in his hand, his sword energy was erratic and his laws were lingering, and his momentum was soaring. Compared with the magic weapon in Fengchenlu's hand, he was not at all inferior.

As soon as the thought moved, the Eight Desolate Sword Art danced, the sword energy in the sky shone with cold light, a cold light flowed like moonlight, and it turned and slashed towards the dusty road.

Moving forward, the momentum was like a bamboo shoot, the void was shaking, and the terrifying sword energy was raging.

Feng Chenlu's eyes narrowed, his fingers slightly, the flying sword in the air trembled slightly, and the dazzling light rushed straight into the sky.

"Boom!"

Two sword lights intertwined together. After a sound of gold and iron clashing, a series of rumbling sounds broke out between the sky and the earth. Terrifying spiritual energy raged everywhere, rolling around the center, and ripples appeared in the void.

Wang An's expression changed, and his fingers pointed, and the majestic spiritual energy turned into a ray of light, which landed on the flying sword. The sword body trembled, and the runes were everywhere. The vast spiritual pressure swept across it, and it swept away again, and then headed straight to the opponent's door.

"Hmph! Kill!"

Feng Chenlu snorted coldly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the magic trick in his hand changed, transforming into many sword shadows. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and it slashed towards Wang An without showing any weakness.

"Dang!"

Mars are radiating, spiritual energy is roaring, and void is vibrating.

The flying sword in Wang An's hand trembled violently, his spiritual energy dissipated, and he flew back to his hand with a wail. Under the opponent's terrifying attack, the flying sword almost broke.

Wang An's pupils shrank, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He took a breath and suddenly a powerful aura appeared on his body.

As he pointed his finger, the spiritual light in his hand fell into the flying sword. Each spiritual light fell into the flying sword, and there was a halo in the flying sword.

Finally, the thunder-shining spirit sword exploded with eight-color halos, which was so powerful that it could not be looked directly at.

The sword light shone. At this moment, eight hazy flying swords circling in the air. Each sword had different attributes. The sword energy was scattered, the sword intent soared into the sky, and a slight trembled. This space was trembling, and the spiritual energy was roaring, as if a small world landed with a bang, and endless great power swept the world.

The Eight Desolate Sword Technique finally revealed its hideous face at this moment, cutting the heaven and earth and the void, with an amazing momentum.

Feeling the sharp sword energy and the vast sword intent, Feng Chenlu dared not neglect, and a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, I saw a sharp aura on my body, and a vast sword energy lingered around him, and the raging sword energy burst out from my body. One sword broke through the world, and the supreme aura of slashing the time and space fell down with a bang.

This aura is extremely terrifying, and there is a faint trace of the sword intent that Wang An learned in the rune world that ruined the world.

"Boom!"

Feng Chenlu slashed with a sword, and ripples appeared in the air, and broke through the air with a whizzing sound. The spiritual energy seemed to have stagnated at this moment.

Wang An only felt a sharp sword intent shooting towards him. The endless sword energy was like a waterfall in flowing light. He felt his skin tingling around him, as if he would be smashed into powder by the vast sword light in the next moment.

At this time, Wang An's heart sank, and the magic tricks were frequently shot out. The thunder sword in the void, combined with eight sword shadows, rumbled and rumbling.

"Boom!"

The terrifying spiritual energy was raging and burst out, and rolling spiritual energy spread in the void, rippling ripples.

As the spirit dissipated, Wang An shot out from it in a daze. He held a flying sword with dim spiritual energy in his hand, feeling that the blood and blood flowed backwards, as if he was about to vomit out the next moment.

His clothes were ragged, and red and swollen scars could be seen vaguely, which were traces of sword energy scraping.

"I didn't expect you to get those mysterious spiritual texts."

Wang An stared at the other party and said word by word, feeling an indescribable excitement in his heart. At this moment, he finally saw the power of the sword intent. However, his cultivation level was too low and he could not completely wield the power of the Eight Desolate Heavenly Sword Art, so he was not the opponent of the other party at all.

"Hahaha, I heard you say that? You also defeated the Guardian. Unfortunately, no matter how talented you are, you can only regret it today." Feng Chenlu laughed and looked at Wang An proudly.

I saw him stroke the sword in his hand, as if he was murmuring to the sword, and as if he was telling Wang An. At this moment, he directly sentenced Wang An's fate.

"Yeah?"

Wang An slowly raised the spiritual sword in his hand and murmured lightly.

Step by step, approaching towards Fengchen Road, a surging sword intent rose into the sky on his body, faintly containing the terrifying power of the sword magic array, and countless sword lights circled around him.

At this moment, the spiritual sword in his hand seemed to wake up from his deep sleep, with cold light shining, earth-shaking, and sword lights radiating.

The meaning of the sword's law has vaguely taken the prototype of the law!

The lightning flashes, the law of thunder becomes substantial, and it is vast and destroys the world.

At one moment, Wang An seemed to have turned into a son of thunder, turning into a peerless sword that cut through the sky. The rolling sword intent stormed between the void, and ripples appeared in the void, and whistled sounds.

"How is it possible? You... your attainment in swordsmanship!"

"Also, this thunder law, who are you? Who are you reincarnated, or the old monster took over this body."

Feng Chenlu asked in a daze when he saw this scene.

"You don't have to worry about this!"

A sharp light flashed in Wang An's eyes, and he raised his hand and slashed it out with a sword.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth roared, the sword energy scattered, the void broke, a white light broke through the sky, the sky and the earth changed color, and at this moment, there seemed to be only that white light in the world.

Wherever the white light goes, the void is broken and its momentum is amazing, and it seems that it can break through the world and confuse time and space.

Wang An's face turned pale, and the spiritual energy in his body was absorbed madly, like the water of a surging river, injecting it into the spiritual sword frantically.

"Boom!"

"Dang!"

At this moment, Feng Chenlu felt a breath of death, and a biting chill came through his body.

With a slight movement, he raised the sword in his hand with difficulty, and waved a sword tremblingly, and the rest of the magic weapons were not available.

However, the harsh sword intent attacked, and the flying sword in his hand wailed, and the spiritual light dissipated. A huge force spread to his hand. The tiger's mouth broke and the flying sword fell to the ground with a clang.

The invincible sword energy rolled over, and I felt a sharp pain, and my whole body was broken. The power of the tyrannical law and the terrifying sword energy burst into my body unimpededly.

A golden light burst out from the broken golden elixir of the Dust-Closing Road. A golden bead dripped in the air, covered with cracks like spider webs. The Dust-Closing Road slowly fell down, with holes all over the body, and blood flowed like a stream.

His eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes open!

Originally, he was a peerless genius in the Seven Stars Alliance, but he died here in a frustration at the hands of an early stage of the Golden Pill!
Chapter completed!