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When all the demons heard this, they all nodded. I thought that the fox girl was reasonable. What's more, they have all waited for so long, and it is inevitable that there will be resentment in their hearts. Even those young people of the demon clan who used to regard the demon knife as an idol were not firm in their hearts at this time, and their perception of the demon knife also decreased slightly.

Time is still passing, and two quarters of an hour have passed unconsciously, and the older characters are okay, and after experiencing a lot, their temperament will be calm. However, some of the young demon clan monks were a little uncomplacent, and some monks who were not used to seeing the demon sword ploughing the sky had already opened their mouths to scold.

And at this moment, a sword suddenly burst out from the residence of the Qingniu clan, and the sword spread towards the central square like a match, shining in the sunlight.

"...... Sonor"

As the sword spread, it made a "sonorous" knife sound, and if a bridge of light was born out of thin air.

A figure rose from the residence of the Qingniu clan, stepping on the light bridge formed by the sword, dressed in white fluttering, with a strange beauty on his face, and fluttering along the light bridge spread out of the sword.

He is the demon knife ploughing the sky, stepping on the knife, walking between the "sonorous" knife sound, domineering and horizontal, forcing the momentum towards the qinshuang.

He looked forward to the wind, and smiled at the corner of his eyebrows. Get ready for cheers. He had even raised his hand and waved it towards the crowd.

But......

His smile froze, his arms flickered into the air, and he found that there was not a single cheer!

"How is this possible?"

When did he duel in the past, wasn't it a crowd of cheers?

Why didn't a single monk cheer this time?

So silent?

Even if I don't show up for a long time, I can't stop the enthusiasm of those idiots, why are I so calm this time?

How did he know that those admirers of her in the past had been severely reprimanded by the elders, and he knew that Qin Shuang was a Dan Dao master, and he also had a strength that was not weaker than the demon sword, how could he cheer when he saw the demon knife like before?

On the high-rise buildings around the square, there are groups of old figures of the demon clan sitting near the window. In front of a window, Feng Wu and the graceful woman stood side by side. Feng Wu said softly:

"Judging from the sword released by the demon knife, his strength is indeed good. The number one young master is well deserved. ”

The graceful woman nodded and said, "The strength is good, and I am also a little smart." It's just that it's still a little flashy, and the precipitation is not enough. ”

"All the way, no setbacks, natural flashiness. ”

Feng Wu chuckled and said, "What does Senior Sister Feng Tian think of Feng Ming?"

Feng Tian's eyes looked at Feng Ming, and his eyes shone brightly: "What she exudes from her body is indeed pure Feng Clan breath, and the grade is not low. It's our Feng clan that we don't have to doubt it. ”

"Isn't the grade low?" Feng Wu raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm!" Feng Tian nodded and said: "The worst is also the sixth-grade qualification, and it is not good to say that it can be the seventh-grade." Dare to challenge the demon sword, how can her qualifications be poor?"

"So, Senior Sister Feng Tian thinks which of the two of them will be able to have the last laugh?"

Feng Tian shook his head and said, "I still know a little about the demon sword, but I don't know anything about Feng Ming. How can you determine whether they win or lose?"

"We have already received news that Feng Ming only has the third layer of the demon god. And the demon sword is already a half-step demon saint. ”

Feng Tian shook his head again and said, "The duel between the two monks is not just about cultivation. There are also their qualifications, a person with good qualifications is able to burst out with strength beyond their own cultivation. There are also the exercises they cultivate, and a good practice can also make the strength of the monk exceed his own cultivation. There are also the Dao methods of repair, as well as their scheming, experience, battle spirit, spirit soldiers, etc., these aspects, no matter which aspect, can make up for the gap between Feng Ming and the demon sword. If Feng Ming was very good in all aspects, he might not be able to cross the rank to kill the demon sword. Of course, the demon sword must also be good in all aspects, and it depends on which of the two of them is better in all aspects. ”

"Not bad!" Feng Wu nodded, "We don't know if Feng Ming is good in these aspects. But in terms of cultivation, it is already lagging behind the demon sword, and it is not a star and a half behind. If you want to close this gap, you have to go beyond it in other areas. ”

"Not bad!"

"This battle between juniors makes me look forward to it. ”

At this time, the demon sword Gao Litianzheng put down his raised hand in embarrassment, and looked at the crowd below to search for the monks he was familiar with, that is, the group of idiots in his heart, the demon monks who had always fanatically admired him.

"Huh?"

He saw these demon monks, but when he saw the eyes of those monks touching him, he lowered his eyes one after another and did not look at him.

"Something must have happened!"

The demon knife's heart was cold, and the invincible momentum that originally erupted was weakened, his face became ugly, and a wave of anger arose in his heart, which was a kind of anger that had been held all the time, but he suddenly found that no one paid attention to him anymore, and the anger that erupted from the sense of imbalance that the demon knife turned his anger into an incomparable momentum, and poured towards Qin Shuangliu. How the vast momentum is that a river of knives is pressing towards Qin Shuang.

The faces of Split Gao and Fox Meiniang instantly turned pale, and the momentum that flowed like a river of knives came like a torrent, making people feel desperate in their hearts.

The demon knife high plough day by step step towards the qin double line, each step forward, the momentum will rise a point, with step by step, his momentum seems to be connected to the sky, although his figure is only more than two zhang, but at this time to crack high and fox Meiniang a feeling of a giant standing up to the sky. Split Gao and Fox Meiniang suddenly lost confidence in their hearts.

"I'm afraid Sister Feng will be killed this time......"

At this time, not only Split Gao and Fox Meiniang had this feeling, but many demon clan monks had this feeling. In their field of vision, the momentum of the demon knife became more and more vigorous, and Qin Shuang looked completely suppressed. If this continues, there is no need to fight at all, Qin Shuang will collapse his confidence and kneel on the ground.

"Sure enough, as the fox girl said, every race has unique people. But I sat in the well and watched the sky. Before, I was able to kill the Demon Saint by leaping over the ranks, so I thought that I was the first person under the Demon Saint, and under the Demon Saint, no one was my opponent. It seems that I haven't met the true genius of the demon race.

This demon sword Gao Litian definitely has the strength to kill the demon saint, but ...... I'm not bad either!"

"Qiang ......"

A sword roar suddenly sounded in Qin Shuang's body, his hands behind his back, and he looked up at the demon sword high ploughing the sky above the sword in the air.

"Bang ......"

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