I, the deposed prince, signed in the imperial mausoleum for a thousand years

"Boom boom..."

Under Wei Sang's control, the ancient bronze bell radiated a jet-black light, like a hill, blocking him in front of him, trying to use the ancient bronze bell as a defense to block Qin Feng's sword.

At the same time, the vast demonic energy around his body condensed into ancient magic texts, trying to rely on his profound martial arts attainments to display the martial arts of a strong martial artist.

Kill Qin Feng in one fell swoop!

"Sister... This demon is actually Wei Sang. I'm afraid he has already reached the Ninth Heaven of Fortune Realm. Is that young master his opponent?" Seeing the scene in front of him, the woman from Yaochi next to her asked Luo Xiao worriedly.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult. This Wei Sang is too powerful. It is impossible for someone to defeat him beyond the four small realms."

Luo Xiao was pessimistic in her heart, and said with a pretty face: "Be prepared, once that young master loses, we will end our own lives, and we must not fall into Wei Sang's hands."

Under Wei Sang's coercion, they couldn't move at all, they couldn't run at all, they could only forcibly reverse their exercises, let the aura in their bodies go berserk, and end their lives.

The Yaochi woman next to her could only nod her head when she heard the words, and was ready to forcibly reverse the exercises.

In fact, she didn't think Qin Feng could win, she just wanted to hear some comfort when she asked Luo Xiao, and she was completely desperate now.

"Shh!"

However, at this moment, the hundred-foot-long sword light that Qin Feng cut out directly passed through the ancient bronze clock that Wei Sang was standing in front of.

Moreover, the power has not weakened at all, and it is directed at Wei Sang.

"What's going on, this sword glow..." Wei Sang was shocked.

He wondered if he was dazzled.

His ancient bronze clock is a ninth-rank high-grade spiritual weapon, even if it can't stop the sword light, it shouldn't be easily pierced through!

"Boom!"

And at this moment, the hundred-foot-long sword light slashed at Wei Sang's body, sending out astonishing special fluctuations.

This special fluctuation did not have earth-shattering energy, nor did it tear the void, but it made all the monks present feel a burst of pain in their spiritual consciousness, almost being shattered.

They hurriedly used various methods to protect their spiritual consciousness in the spiritual consciousness space.

"Ah! You... what kind of sword is this that can cut my consciousness directly!" Wei Sang screamed in pain.

His current state is the condensation of divine consciousness and devilish energy.

Unprepared, he was slashed by Qin Feng's sword to his consciousness, and the pain made his soul tremble.

The runes condensed around his body also shattered.

"Sword cutting divine sense?" Luo Xiao and the others were extremely surprised.

You know, even they have only heard that there are weapons that can injure the consciousness, and they have never even seen it before.

They all had some doubts about Qin Feng's identity.

"Do you still feel that I can't kill you today?" Qin Feng said coldly.

He didn't stop, and continued to shoot, not intending to give Wei Sang a chance to breathe.

All of a sudden, the sword intent was tumbling here, and the special waves released by the Sword of Slashing God made people feel pain from their spiritual consciousness just by looking at it.

At this time, Wei Sang was still in the pain of being injured in his consciousness, and he didn't recover. Seeing the sword light that Qin Feng was about to cut out again, he was terrified.

He desperately wanted to avoid the sword light, but the great pain made him unable to concentrate at all, his reaction was slow, and before he moved, the sword light had already struck his consciousness.

"what!"

The miserable scream sounded again.

The body transformed by Wei Sang's devilish energy fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily, causing a large number of cracks in the ground below.

Not only that, but the demonic energy condensed in his body has begun to dissipate, and his painful consciousness can no longer control the body condensed by this magical energy.

The nine-story demon tower in the sky naturally began to absorb the demonic energy unceremoniously.

"Senior, spare your life!"

Wei Sang was completely terrified now, and begged Qin Feng for mercy in horror: "As long as the senior is merciful, I am willing to do what a dog can do."

He has no physical body now, only his spiritual consciousness and a body condensed with devilish energy are left.

If he had prepared early and his consciousness had not been injured, he would still have the courage to fight.

But now, the great pain made it difficult for him to concentrate. Facing Qin Feng who was holding the Excalibur Sword, he had become powerless to resist.

This scene stunned everyone.

"Hiss...Wei Sang actually begged for mercy!"

Many monks couldn't help but gasped, feeling extremely shocked.

This is Wei Sang from the Ninth Heaven of Creation Realm!

Unexpectedly, he was beaten by a young man in the fifth level of good fortune, and he had no strength to resist. He knelt down and begged for mercy with just two swords.

"This trash..." Seeing this, Dugu Yu immediately cursed in his heart.

If Wei Sang knelt down, there was a high probability that he could only be Qin Feng's servant.

But he didn't dare to speak, for fear that Qin Feng would notice him.

As for Luo Xiao and the woman from Yaochi beside him, when they looked at Qin Feng's beautiful eyes, a strange color appeared, full of shock and admiration.

Wei Sang, who had been chopped off in two pieces, knelt down and begged for mercy.

The shock that Qin Feng brought to them had even surpassed those of the Holy Sons.

"Hehe... Do you think you are worth anything, can you let me spare your life?" Qin Feng smiled lightly.

Now that Wei Sang has been severely injured by the Sword of God, it is no longer possible to be his opponent.

He didn't mind finding out about Wei Sang's special value that was unknown.

After all, Wei Sang is one of the rare strong melodies in the magic way.

"I once got the piano score written by the saint of the human race, the senior must be interested!"

Wei Sang thought that Qin Feng was planning to spare his life, endured the great pain, and hurriedly said.

While speaking, he quickly took out an ancient scroll from the ring, and handed it over to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng took the scroll and checked it, but when he saw the content on it, his expression was startled.

Because this score is actually the second part of Guangling San.

He didn't expect that Zhao Wuyou and others in the East China Sea had been looking for the piano score for a lifetime, but it was in Wei Sang's hands.

"Idiot, give me your body!" At this moment, Wei Sang suddenly shouted, his face full of cruelty and mockery.

From the body condensed by his devilish energy, a villain emitting jet-black light rushed out, rushing towards Qin Feng's eyebrows, which was formed by the condensed consciousness of his spirit.

With Wei Sang's character, how could he bow down to serve Qin Feng.

The reason why he did that just now was because he wanted to occupy the magpie's nest and take Qin Feng's body.

The offering of Guangling powder just now was just a bait to distract Qin Feng.

Although his spiritual consciousness was seriously injured, he thought that no matter what, his spiritual consciousness was many times stronger than that of Qin Feng, who was at the fifth level of the Good Fortune Realm.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, Wei Sang's consciousness entered Qin Feng's consciousness space.

It's just that what he saw next made him dumbfounded and full of shock.