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It's dawn all night.

In the dark iron prison in the prison dragon venue of the Sword City, frozen by the Ice Spirit Pearl of Creation, the silver-haired figure in black who had become an ice sculpture blinked, and then a blood-red evil aura slowly overflowed from the body.

That is the blood evil spirit of the butcher's knife.

Luo Changfeng, who had completely restored his memory, re-formed his mind. Even if he did not have the shocking cultivation of his teacher Wuxiang Dao Sect, he could now fully control the corpse sword and butcher sword that was stained with countless blood heroic souls.

Yes, since then, all the demonic nature has been eliminated, and he will no longer be entangled by any emotional stimulation and will be out of control.

Disaster is the basis of good fortune.

For him, this is also a kind of loss and regaining.

...

I saw the increasingly intense red blood evil aura flowing continuously from the black robe, silently penetrating layers of ice crystals, invading the ice all over my body, as bright red as blood crystals.

Luo Changfeng, who was sitting cross-legged in the ice prison, moved his fingers slightly. In the quiet ice prison, there was only a crisp sound, and cracks appeared in the ice crystals. The chaotic cracks began to spread on the blood-red ice crystals, like a human body.

The meridians that emerged from the middle were like blood, climbing from the front to the back.

When the spider-web-like cracks completely spread throughout the body, the red ice filled with blood evil spirit shattered with a bang, and Luo Changfeng broke through the ice.

The cultivation level of the peak of the Spiritual Orb Realm was released without reservation. He was covered with a layer of blood-red protective light, looking like the golden light of the Buddhist ancestors.

The difference is that one is the most evil and the other is the most holy.

He didn't care whether the Holy Evil was or not. He stood up and the ice on his head was silently melted by the blood of the butcher knife.

He took a step, and the blood light opened a corridor for him in the frozen world.

He walked to the prison door, stretched out his index finger and gently hooked the chain, and the chain broke. He opened the prison door and walked towards the iron gate.

The frozen corridor in the iron prison was getting longer and longer, which was a trace of his passing. After he arrived at the iron gate, he still stretched out his palm and gently pressed it on the iron gate, and the iron gate shattered.

He appeared in the center of the Prison Dragon Hall, and his eyes vaguely saw the trauma of holes on the round castle wall through the thick ice wall. He was very familiar with swords and knew swords very well. He judged that it should be thousands of swords.

The sword marks left.

Originally, I had no doubt about the various movements that happened in the sword casting city all night, but when Luo Changfeng sensed the evil dragon escaped from the Lock Dragon Pond in Qiushui Villa and the breath of the mirror man who had appeared in Fengxue Yincheng, everything was happening.

The mystery is solved.

Interracial.

Another alien!

Will the sword be successful if Fengxue Yincheng ambush himself in a big fight? Now he extends his claws to the south of the world. The alien race that penetrates before the chaotic disaster can be said to be a centipede insect that is dead but not stiff, everywhere!

Luo Changfeng thought, perhaps before the alien army completely broke the barriers of the world invasion of the Tianxi Jing Zhongyuan, these alien vanguards really needed to clean up and clean up.

But before that, he needs to do a few things first.

Standing in the center of the arena, Luo Changfeng raised his head and looked at the entire sword-casting city that was frozen and engulfed, and he opened his arms to embrace the world.

Then he took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and suddenly let out a thick long roar.

The unknown cold wind lifted up the black robe and silver hair, and the blood evil spirit of the butcher knife in his body was completely released, as if it was thriving.

Except for the first owner of the butcher's sword, no one knew how many evil spirits contained in his body. The countless red evil spirits shot like light, driving away the darkness at a terrible speed like light.

The ice all over the city... Soon, the arena was brand new and exposed to the white sky, followed by the streets and alleys of Zhujian City, all the uneven buildings, all the way to Jiangmanlou, Yuezhi brothers and sisters

The sword floated and even the flowers, plants and trees in the city lord's mansion... together with the six sword spirits, blindfolded men in front of the mountain gate behind the sword furnace, and countless people, all woke up again.

The red evil spirit and blood melted the ice, causing the sky to fall again, causing the air to flow again, and allowing the entire frozen city to reappear on earth!

Luo Changfeng lifted his body and sprinted.

The black shadow swept across the gradually clear sky and appeared in front of two alien powerhouses, Zangjing Ren and Ze.

Luo Changfeng stretched out his palm, and the third-ranked butcher knife in the divine weapon list was holding it in his palm. He raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were red: "Two, don't be fine."

...

How could I see the ice breaking through the entire Sword Forging City with Luo Changfeng? It was only a dozen breaths. The two of them were still surprised, thinking that the lord of Fengxue Silver City who had lost his memory had completely woken up.

?

No one gave them the answer to the questions in their hearts until Luo Changfeng, who was wearing silver hair in black, appeared in front of them.

Seeing that the butcher knife, which was also famous during the chaotic disaster ten thousand years ago, was seriously injured by the evil sword energy, the alien Tianxing Shen General, who called himself Ze, condensed his eyes and retreated without any hesitation.

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The figure of the hidden mirror hidden in the golden texile clothes also faded in the void...

The blood-red butcher knife light cut an unexplainable blood mark on the sword-making city, which was shocking. Just as Jiang Manlou and others were looking at him, Luo Changfeng carried the murderous sword and chased the two alien powerful men who were escaping.

go.

The ten comrades outside the city were left with inexplicable expressions.

Yue and the other two were surprised: "Where did he appear?"

Jiang Manlou seemed to have something to think: "Gallery Arena?"

Mo Xiangqi asked, "How could he be in the arena?"

Li Luo put away his sword twenty-four: "Maybe he has been there all the time."

Jiang Manlou coughed several times and complained: "We are willing to show up until we become ice sculptures. Since we are sitting in the wind and snow silver city, this kid is becoming more and more popular! He is not worried that we will be frozen to death here.

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Li Luo glanced at Jiang Manlou: "That's how you treat your brothers and sisters?"

Jiang Manlou rejected: "Otherwise, what else can it be done?"

The two of them were aged 100 or 100 years old, but they still couldn't change their habit of bickering.

However, even though he was bickering, he saw Luo Changfeng chasing two foreign powerhouses alone, Jiang Manlou and others were still somewhat worried.

After all, one of them is the mirror hidden man who has appeared in the ten days.

...

Luo Changfeng lifted his sword and landed on the sea.

Let the deep and endless sea water sway and gradually splash, and he could never soak his soles and collars.

He looked around and seemed to be able to see the end of the majestic sea. But even if he looked through the sea, he could not find the breath traces of two powerful aliens.

He couldn't help but frown.

Among the ten days of manifestation, if you talk about this ability to hide traces and disappear, no one can compare to the mirror.

Standing on the turbulent sea, Luo Changfeng pondered for a moment. The red color in his eyes gradually faded away, and was even replaced by a softness.

He remembered Zhizi.

So he put away his butcher's knife, lightly lit the sea water with his toes, and flew towards the Guigu Forest...

At this moment, among the mountains where the sword-making city is located, the retreating demon tide is no longer as well-ordered as before.

They encountered unexpected interceptions.

Those people seemed to pass through the clouds and then scattered around the demon tide and were all over the mountains and fields.

They wore all their sword suits and held all their long swords. At first glance, there were as many as eight hundred people!

Those were eight hundred sword-controlling disciples from the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun Mountain. They were naturally Mu Yun Jiancheng, the head of Jiange, who was famous and talented.