If the previous cloud light dance gave people the feeling of holiness, although it was in the mud, it was not stained with holiness, then the current cloud light dance, in this holy temperament, has another kind of nobility.

Innate nobility.

Not as the talented men expected, Yun Qingwu didn't seem to have any interest in their lives and deaths, and didn't even look at them more.

She just looked at Fang Zhengzhi who was lying on the ground, and then pointed at the Traceless Sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand with her finger, without even giving a word of order.

But Bai Xing quickly understood the meaning of Yun Qingwu.

"Bring Fang Zhengzhi and this sword with you!" Bai Xing's gaze swept over Fang Zhengzhi, and the coldness at the corner of his mouth was as indifferent as ever.

"Good. The middle-aged man nodded.

The sword in his hand was still in the sheath, but his footsteps were walking towards Fang Zhengzhi step by step, without looking at Nangong Hao, nor at Yan Xiu.

And at this moment, a bright red light appeared in front of the middle-aged man in an instant, with a kind of hellish coldness.

Naturally, it's Yan Xiu.

It's just that the current Yan Xiu can no longer be called Yan Xiu.

Because, Yan Xiu's eyes were already bright red, and the mountains and rivers Qiankun fan in his hand were even more crystal like blood, and the most important thing was that a bright red light wheel was stopping at his waist.

It's spinning and spinning.

This is an extremely exaggerated scene, but the middle-aged man didn't look at Yan Xiu much from beginning to end, just walked calmly towards Fang Zheng, and then ......

Raise your sword and cut it down.

"Boom!"

A bright red glow raged in midair, like a ghost rushing out of hell, biting something with his sharpest teeth.

A soft sound sounded at this time.

Immediately after, a figure also flew back two steps quickly, and the expression on his face looked slightly surprised and incredible.

The talented people also watched this scene with shock, because they never imagined that the person who retreated would be a middle-aged man.

"How is that possible?!"

"The pinnacle of the Amaterasu Realm, against the Reincarnation Realm?"

"Even if Yan Xiu has already stepped into reincarnation with one foot, but the other party is reincarnation, how is this possible?"

All the talented people looked incredulous, they really couldn't believe this scene, but this scene was so real in front of them.

Yan Xiu's eyes were still bright red, and his body stood motionless in front of Fang Zhengzhi, and the red light on the mountain and river Qiankun fan in his hand flashed, crystal like blood.

And the middle-aged man who flew back two steps did not look at Yan Xiu for the first time, but instead looked at the sword in his hand.

Because, the blade of the sword was surrounded by a circle of light like a red ring, penetrating through the tip of the sword and speeding towards his palm.

"Open!" The middle-aged man's hand shook, and the red light also dissipated in an instant, but the blade of the sword in his hand left a crack mark.

"The Shura Dao is known as the most murderous Dao among the six realms, which is true, but how long can you last in such a state?" The middle-aged man looked at the marks on the blade, and his expression became serious for the first time.

It can make a demon in the realm of reincarnation serious.

This is an incredible thing, and if the other party is just a sixteen-year-old boy at the peak of the Amaterasu Realm, this kind of incredibleness is even more terrifying.

Yan Xiu ignored the middle-aged man.

He didn't even have the meaning to answer the middle-aged man's words, the middle-aged man didn't bother to say a word to some humans in the Amaterasu Realm because of his own strength.

However, if you really disdain, who can compare with Yan Xiu?

It is a kind of disdain and indifference in character, even if the other party is a demon, a demon in the realm of reincarnation.

The middle-aged man obviously didn't expect that he had said so many words, but the other party didn't even reply to him, what is this?

Could it be that when the demon of his own reincarnation realm expresses mercy to a human being, shouldn't the other party be grateful?

"Get out of the way, you can live another hour and a half!" the middle-aged man's tone was unusually cold.

But Yan Xiu still didn't speak, just looked at the middle-aged man motionlessly, it felt like a high-flying general, looking at a clown jumping off the beam.

"Look for death!" The middle-aged man rarely gets angry because of a human in the Amaterasu Realm, but at this moment, he is still a little angry.

As soon as the figure moved, the sword in his hand was covered with a layer of purple light.

At the same time, his body also disappeared in place, and his whole person seemed to be integrated into the purple light, shooting towards Yan Xiu at an almost incredible speed.

Nangong Hao's hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened slightly at this moment, but a silver ray of light like starlight appeared in front of his sword blade out of thin air.

"At this time, shouldn't you protect yourself?" Bai Xing looked at Nangong Hao, and silver light flashed between his fingers.

"You can't kill me. Nangong Hao glanced at the silver light in the hand of the star worshipper, his eyes flashed with a faint golden light, and the crystal transparent Wuwei sword in his hand pointed directly at the star worship.

It is undoubtedly a very ridiculous thing for a person who has returned to the peak of the Light Realm to say such a thing to a demon who has obviously stepped into the middle of the Reincarnation Realm.

However, the star worshippers did not laugh.

Not only did the star worshipper not laugh, but even the middle-aged man, as well as all the demons standing behind Yun Qingwu, did not let out a trace of laughter.

Because, they know, what Nangong Hao said is the truth.

If Bai Xing can really kill Nangong Hao head-on, then how could Nangong Hao survive until now, and why, just now, did he want to sneak attack?

Letting a demon of the reincarnation realm sneak attack a human at the peak of the reincarnation realm, this is an unlikely thing no matter how you look at it.

However, the worship of the stars never said a word.

Because, the name of this human being is Nangong Hao.

"That's right, but if you add some helpers, I think I'm at least ninety percent sure!" Bai Xing nodded very seriously, raised his head slightly, and looked at the dozens of demons on the cliff of Wind Valley.

Nangong Hao didn't answer Bai Xing's words immediately, because the purple light that the middle-aged man turned into had already hit the mountain and river Qiankun fan in Yan Xiu's hand, and an incomparably fierce momentum burst out in an instant.

"Ding Dong!" At this moment, a sharp and melodious flute sounded, with an extremely penetrating aura, crashing into the purple light.

Immediately after, there was another "poof!" sound.

The turquoise jade flute didn't even have time to come out of its mouth before it was stained red by a mouthful of blood.

"I can't help myself!" The purple light turned, and the middle-aged man's figure appeared again, his eyes casually glanced at Wu Feng, who was kneeling on the ground not far away, and then turned to Yan Xiu.

"Poof!" Yan Xiu's face became extremely red at this moment, and a mouthful of blood also spurted out, the only difference with Wu Feng was who came first and who came after.

The bright red blood stained the mountains and rivers Qiankun fan, making the crystal light like blood on it even more red, as bright as fire, as bright as the sun.

"How long can you last!" the middle-aged man spoke again, the same words, but in a completely different tone, because, this time, it was affirmative.

"Hold on until he wakes up. Yan Xiu's gaze looked at the middle-aged man, and there seemed to be something flowing in his blood-red eyes, which seemed to be light, and it seemed to be real blood.

"Wake up?" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and then, his eyes also looked at Fang Zhengzhi on the ground, and then, his expression finally changed.

He wasn't sure how Yan Xiu could tell that Fang Zhengcheng wasn't dead.

However, there was one thing he knew clearly, that is, the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand was emitting a strange purple light.

That purple was completely different from the purple on his body.

It's too glamorous, it's as beautiful as blood, it's so glamorous that it's almost demonic.

And now, that strange purple is constantly spreading on the blade, and even has begun to slowly extend to the hilt, and, most importantly, it doesn't seem to have stopped.

Not sure why.

When the middle-aged man saw this purple, his heart trembled subconsciously.

Just a slight tremor.

However, it had already made the middle-aged man's heart swell with incomparably shock, because he knew that the square integrity in front of him was just the peak of the Amaterasu Realm.

Even if he has three hundred and eighty-eight kinds of Dao on his body, even if he is a genius.

He's still only at the peak of Amaterasu.

This is a fact that does not need to be disputed!

So, why does a demon in his own reincarnation realm have a trembling feeling for a human in the Amaterasu realm? Is it because of that sword, or is it because of that demonic purple?

The middle-aged man didn't know, but he knew that he couldn't let Fang Zhengzhi hold the sword in his hand anymore, because this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

So, his gaze looked at Yan Xiu again.

He didn't speak again, this time, he was going to take Yan Xiu's life directly, because, only then could he take the sword from Fang Zheng's hand.

That's the only way to do it......

He felt a little at ease.

"Die!" The middle-aged man's mouth let out a cold snort, and the person turned into a purple light again, but, compared to just now, this purple light turned into two in an instant, two turned into four again, and four turned into eight, endlessly, and in an instant, it had turned into an overwhelming purple.

"Yan Xiu!" Wu Feng's voice sounded at this moment, and the jade flute in his hand was put to his lips again without hesitation, even though he knew that this was a self-defeating way.

Even if you know that this is a useless act of hitting a stone with an egg.

But he still didn't hesitate at all, the corners of his blood-stained lips were imprinted on the jade flute, the blood-stained fingers danced gently, and the melodious melody rushed out again.

Xing Qingsui's eyes looked at the purple who rushed towards Yan Xiu, of course he knew what kind of power it was, but he didn't have any power to stop it.

The disparity in strength is too great.

If, he didn't want to control the nearly 50,000 soldiers now, if he didn't carry this Great Xia's plan for the Southern Regions on his shoulders, then he would also make the same move as Wu Feng.

Can ...... now

He can't do that.

Because, what he needs to face is the soldiers of the Southern Regions who have walked out of the Cold Ape Tribe, who have approached step by step, and who are constantly pouring out from the entrance of the Wind Valley.

"Connected from end to end, lined up in all directions, General Zhao on the left flank, General Wang on the right flank, General Li, lead 5,000 sergeants to block the enemy in the rear, and the rest of the people, follow me to meet the enemy head-on!" Xing Qing raised the holy order in his hand and shouted directly.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"The last general commands!"

After hearing Xing Qingsui's order, the leading sergeants all immediately came back to their senses, revealing a kind of battlefield blood on their bodies.

Fighting alone, they are indeed inferior to these demons, and even those talents who are standing in front of them are inferior, but once they are allowed to form a formation.

But it can definitely turn into a piece of hard steel!

......

Yan Xiu's gaze looked at the countless purple rays of light that shot towards him, and his lips trembled slightly, which seemed to be an extremely painful endurance.

However, his feet were very steady.

Standing on the ground like a javelin, not moving.

As the purple light got closer and closer, the red aura on Yan Xiu's waist also slowly moved upward, rising from his waist to almost close to his chest.

For cultivators, they know very well the importance of a position on their chest.

That's the heart.

The heart is the foundation of human existence, and it is also where the small world is, once pierced, the worst will die, and the lightest, the small world will also be destroyed, and the cultivation will decline, or even the whole life will not be able to practice.

But at this moment, Yan Xiu didn't have any worries about letting the bright red aura move towards his chest little by little, approaching the small world where people in cultivation were most important.

Purple light, close, almost right in front of you.

Yan Xiu's hand also moved at this time, and the light on the Qiankun fan of the mountains and rivers was bright, and a red light rushed out of the Qiankun fan and rushed into the sky, as if it was no longer light, but real blood.

"The universe is reversed, the mountains and rivers are not there!" Yan Xiu's mouth issued a few unusually cold words, these words, at a very young age, existed in his memory.

However, all this time, he had only pronounced the first four words.

As for the last four......

For more than a decade, he hadn't pronounced it.

Because, that is a memory, a memory that does not belong to him, but only belongs to the mountains and rivers.

"Buzz!"

Spatial concussions.

The bright red light fell from the sky, and in the air, a lifelike mountain range was depicted, but the rocks of the mountains, the sand of the mountains, and even the water flowing down the mountains had only one color.

That's ......

Red!

A kind of red falling from the sky, with the feeling that it is completely impossible to intertwine the cold and the scorching heat, it is also a kind of complete red, but you can clearly see the mountains above, the stones above, and the water above, because the mountains are trembling, the stones are also trembling, and the water is making a trickling sound of water.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the bright red mountain range, imprinting the entire sky, turning a blood-red. (To be continued.) )