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After a few battles, Zi Feng and Qing Yun were still on par. However, the blood light and the white tiger were gradually at a disadvantage.

The blood light was using the blood-red Red Cloud Sword to block the White Tiger's sharp attack. Just now, the White Tiger was still several tens of feet long, but it had become the size of a leopard cat. Its attack had also become stronger.

The sharp claws continued to leave scratches on the blood light's body. For a time, the blood light was in a sorry state.

Chi You, who was fighting against the flood dragon, was also gradually showing signs of fatigue. In a short while, Mount Shu seemed to have lost its power.

Upon seeing this situation, Qing Yun's expression became extremely serious. He no longer bothered with the violet-haired youth and quickly retreated. His dejected eyes stared directly at the violet-haired youth that was emitting a bewitching light.

Finally, she clenched her silver teeth and sighed deeply. After which, she began muttering to herself. However, her eyes were flickering with crystal clear tears. Finally, they followed the lines on her face and fell down.

At that moment, it could be said that Qing Yun was crying and he had aged quite a bit.

Zi Feng was also stunned when he saw his opponent's appearance. However, he woke up after a while and muttered: "Since you have given me this much face, don't blame me!"

As he said this, he put away the phoenix sword in his hand. In its place was an ancient sword. It looked very simple, far inferior to that phoenix sword.

However, a faint smile appeared on Zi Feng's face. In the blink of an eye, he brandished the ancient sword in his hand.

With the longsword in his hand, his moves were also unpredictable. A faint sound of thunder was actually mixed in with it. In an instant, the sky was filled with dark clouds as lightning unceasingly roamed between the heaven and earth.

Upon seeing this scene, the crowd stared dumbstruck at the violet-haired youth.

Even Qing Yun, who was mumbling something, became absent-minded for a moment. However, after experiencing so much wind and dust, he quickly regained his senses and continued mumbling.

As the sword pierced through the air, a bright light descended from the dark clouds, followed closely by bursts of thunder.

In an instant, the might of the lightning descended. However, as the ancient sword in Zi Feng's hand descended, it headed towards the nearby Qing Yun.

At this moment, Qing Yun was muttering something. When he saw this sudden change, his expression turned slightly to the side, but he instantly calmed down. Clenching the Heaven Defying Sword in his hand tightly, he ruthlessly swung it down in an attempt to block the sword strike that was approaching menacingly, mixed with a mixture of lightning and thunder.

However, Qing Yun's sword strike didn't seem to be of much use. The sword strike that Zi Feng drew upon the energy of heaven and earth wasn't something that could be stopped so easily.

Although it was not of much use, Qing Yun was still a Master Mastery Stage cultivator. That sword strike that he used with all his might was not a simple one either. It had weakened the thunder energy by a good amount.

In a split-second, Zi Feng's sword attack had reached Qing Yun. Suddenly, a majestic aura erupted from Qing Yun's body as he tried to block the attack. However, it seemed somewhat futile.

He saw Yun Xiao fly over like a falling leaf. His mouth was also spitting out blood, but he did not stop mumbling. It was as if the mumbling object was a bit more important than his own life.

Seeing Qing Yun heavily injured, Zi Feng smiled and said, "Old fellow, how do you feel?" As he spoke, he taunted her twice.

Following Chu Feng's mocking, the entire world became quiet. All of them were sizing up the Mount Shu Sect's head, Qingyun Peak. Just as Chu Feng made his move, the scattered black clouds suddenly gathered together.

From the pitch-black clouds, one could see specks of red light flashing. They appeared to be very strange, and just as Chu Feng was astonished, within the red light, there was a flash of purple lightning.

Purple Maple recovered his wits after a while. He looked surprised and said with fear in his mouth, "It's here, damn it, it's here at this time. Is the heavens playing with us?"

As he said this, he quickly stuffed a few pills into his mouth, closed his eyes, and started refining.

You You, who was standing outside the battle, panicked. When he saw the red light, some information about it flashed through his mind.

The appearance of that red light in history signified a high-level calamity. In addition to the flashing purple lightning, the Netherworld had already vaguely guessed that that heavenly tribulation was the legendary Blood Heaven Calamity.

When she first recognized him as her master, the Netherworld knew that she would bring a great calamity upon him, but she didn't expect it to be this serious. At this moment, the Netherworld was at a loss.

When Qing Yun saw this, he smiled and murmured: "I didn't expect that before the final trump card was used, the heavens would deal with you."

As he spoke, he began to laugh maniacally. His malevolent expression became even more ferocious as he muttered to himself, "You traitor, the heaven and earth cannot tolerate this. Just you wait to die!"

Hearing the Sect Leader's sinister sneer, the Mount Shu disciples were all amazed as they looked at the Sect Leader with his messy hair.

At this moment, Qing Yun was no longer the mild-mannered Mount Shu Sect Leader; he was no longer a master in reverence. He was more like a shrew who had won by cursing.

The sudden appearance of the heavenly lightning had changed the entire situation of the battle. The Mount Shu Sect let out a long sigh of relief as they stood there watching the show.

As for the Demon Beast Army, they all had grave expressions as they stared at the rolling black clouds.

As everyone was watching with rapt attention, the jet-black clouds suddenly retreated, leaving only the red cloud in the middle. This caused his family to be extremely surprised. Was this the end of the heavenly tribulation?

Just as everyone was puzzled, a seven-colored light suddenly gathered around the red cloud. The white cloud floating beside the red cloud suddenly changed color under the shine of the seven-colored light.

Upon seeing this unforeseen event, the expression on the face of the Netherworld Udumbara Flower changed. This was because the seven-colored clouds symbolized the arrival of the ninth heavenly tribulation.

Qing Yun, who saw the situation, became even more arrogant. His laughter became even more ferocious as he continued to say, "I didn't expect this old fool to be so generous as to actually receive a heavenly tribulation of nine levels. Since ancient times, there have not been more than ten heavenly tribulations, but I never thought that I would be able to see one in my lifetime." As he spoke, he let out a scornful laugh.

Upon hearing Qing Yun's maniacal laughter, the Netherworld, Little White and the flood dragon simultaneously let out a long roar. After which, they stared intently at the incoming divine tribulation.

After a short moment, the rumbling of thunder could be heard. Zi Feng was slightly nervous as he faced this unknown ninth level heavenly tribulation. If he hadn't fought with Qing Yun just now, he would still have had the confidence to fight this heavenly tribulation.

Thinking of this, Zi Feng could not help but sigh helplessly. After that, he stuffed a few pills into his mouth and stared at the rainbow colored auspicious cloud.