The old monk blocked the road. Although he had no words, an inexplicable feeling that made everyone stop emerged in his heart, making the people behind him involuntarily act according to his ideas. "I didn't expect that you would get it in the end!" Zhang Feng looked at the divine sword in the old monk's hand seriously and couldn't help but sigh. He mobilized the entire religious sect to search for the divine sword. Unexpectedly, the old monk secretly obtained the divine sword. As for how the old monk obtained the divine sword, Zhang Feng didn't think much about it at all. The magic weapon has a spirit and can choose its own master. The old monk is his master, so no matter where others are, the magic weapon will appear by his side. Just like Zhang Feng himself, even if he is very far away, as long as he wants, his knife will come to him, which is indescribable magic. "I really didn't expect that the magic weapon you spent your whole life building would eventually choose me." The old monk's tone was vague, as if he was surviving a disaster. In the fourth level of the prison, he and Child Lao were unable to break free of the black iron chains despite all their mental and physical efforts. At that time, he had already resigned himself to his fate. Unexpectedly, this sword suddenly appeared in front of him, giving him a chance to turn over. Zhang Feng felt like he shot himself in the foot. If he hadn't been greedy that day and was deceived by Ou Datie, how could he have created two magic weapons? "Don't think that you will defeat me just because you get that sword. I have two magic weapons, and yours is just one of them. It's still unclear who will win!" Zhang Feng unsheathed his sword with a cold expression. He looked at the old monk. The blade of the blade was pitch black, Zhang Feng thought, and suddenly a terrifying aura filled the world, like a wild beast scanning, making people stand on their backs with all the hair on their bodies. Another example is the enchantment of the devil, which makes people's consciousness sink involuntarily. Anyone present who looks at it feels like their consciousness is stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves. The eyes of these cold and arrogant martial arts people became hollow. The expression on the face may be crying, laughing maniacally, or regretful and repentant. Or liberation and so on. Thousands of martial arts people, under the spell of the magic sword, couldn't help but expose their deepest secrets. The postures are different and the ugliness is so ugly that it is difficult to describe. Even Xiao Feng, who is strong-willed, fell into a fantasy at this moment, herding horses and sheep outside the Great Wall with A'Zhu. "Evil prevails over good. I will personally end this martial arts catastrophe with the magic weapon you forged." The old monk raised his right arm, and the silver-white magic sword burst into unparalleled light, like a small sun, full of light and warmth. . Under this light. The old monk's whole body was bathed in divine light. He looked full of compassion and majesty, just like a real Buddha, which made people awe-inspiring. Under the illumination of white light, those martial arts people whose souls were captured by the magic sword suddenly woke up. After waking up, they couldn't help showing a look of fear on their faces, and they no longer dared to look at Zhang Feng, or the knife in his hand. Although I was afraid of the terrifying magic sword, I couldn't help but grow greed in my heart, thinking about it if there was a chance. They will definitely snatch these two swords. One black and one white, two auras confront each other sternly in mid-air, with Zhang Feng and the old monk at the center. The chaotic air flow raged in all directions, and even a hundred kilograms of stone was blown around. "Back off!" The air flow was like a knife, passing through his cheek, taking away beads of blood. The faces of those who surrounded Zhang Feng immediately changed. With a rumble, the crowd retreated in disorder, leaving a large open space for Zhang Feng and the old monk. The Tianshan child's grandmother looked unwilling. She had always been proud and arrogant. But this time he actually became someone else's foil. Through her weakness, she reflects the invincibility of the two in the scene. 'let's hit. Let's fight. It's best if the two of you fight to the death. Let me get these two artifacts. ’ Child Elder quickly backed away and couldn’t help cursing the two of them in her heart. Boom! One black and one white light rumblingly collided together, and there was an earth-shattering sound. The surrounding ground seemed to have been plowed, leaving messy ravines. A black and white light suddenly appeared where the two people were. The light was as big as a house, making it difficult for people to look directly at it. Some people couldn’t help but follow the sound and looked over, feeling as if their eyes were being pricked by needles. The dazzling light was ten times more dazzling than the sun at noon, and they wiped away tears as if they were free. Boom! The swords collided, and a huge sound echoed between the heaven and the earth, making people's heads go blank. In the center of the battlefield, Zhang Feng felt an overwhelming force of irresistible force. His armor fell apart like rags, revealing Zhang Feng's strong and perfect body, as if cast from fine steel. The bones all over his body creaked, as if they would break if he exerted more force. The old monk opposite also felt uncomfortable. The golden light outside his body was extinguishing and flickering, which showed that even with his external strength at this time, he could not withstand such a terrible impact. No matter how seriously injured the two men were, they both held their breath and raised their weapons to strike at each other again. Zhang Feng is extremely confident in his "Immortal Art". Even if he suffers terrible injuries, he will always recover as long as he doesn't die. But the old monk was compassionate and had already put life and death aside for the sake of the common people in the world. As long as he can get rid of the devil who brought disaster to the country and the people, he would not hesitate even if it cost him his own life. Boom! Every time the swords struck each other, it was accompanied by an extremely terrifying impact. The aftermath hit Zhang Feng like a heavy hammer, causing his bronzed skin to turn as red as a cooked crab. The zhenqi in Zhang Feng's body was running wildly like a wild horse, and his extremely red skin slowly faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye. The situation of the old monk opposite Zhang Feng was obviously better than that of Zhang Feng. His golden bell had been trained to an extremely high level, and he relied on his strong defense to resist with difficulty, but the golden light on his skin was already very weak. The black light and white light gradually disappeared into the sword. At this time, both of them restrained the excess power of the magic weapon. When the light dissipates, people in the distance can finally watch the battle that determines the fate of the martial arts world openly. Boom! When they fought again, the two of them were knocked backwards by the force of the impact and flew three feet away. Zhang Feng's body could no longer withstand this terrible attack. His skin cracked like a spider web, and a faint trace of blood appeared on his body surface. This is also thanks to the subtle strengthening of the physical body by the "Immortal Art". Otherwise, other people would be shocked to death let alone three heavy blows, even one. Poof! The old monk opposite also felt uncomfortable. His golden body was shattered and he couldn't help coughing up blood. His muscles were now as hard as steel, and there was only half an inch of hood left under his armpits. But under these huge bombardments, even if his shield door was not attacked, his golden bell shield was forcibly broken under this extremely powerful force. (To be continued)