"Stop, Demon Emperor. ”

An indifferent and elegant voice came out from the Hanging City in the middle of Feixian Mountain, and it instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"It's the Sword Master, the breath of the Sword Master!"

Suddenly, the crowd all turned their heads to look at the place where the sound came from.

Sure enough, in front of the Hanging City in that direction, a figure shrouded in white mist faintly appeared.

As soon as the figure appeared, it gave people a sense of peace and calm, and the person was just standing quietly in front of the Flying Immortal Hanging City, and there was an aura that was untouchable.

Although there was no breath emanating from that person's body, it inexplicably gave people a sense of reassurance.

"The Sword Saint of the Flying Immortal Empire, this is the backer of the Flying Immortal Empire, which has been sheltering the Flying Immortal Empire for a hundred years and maintaining the prosperity of the Flying Immortal Empire. ”

All of them were in reverence.

As soon as the Sword Saint appeared, not only the spectators outside the city were in reverence, but also the Flying Immortal Empire's own people bowed their heads to him.

The Sword Saint has no desires, no desires, does not care about fame and fortune, even if he has extremely strong strength, he has never shown ambition, which is also an important reason why people in the world respect him.

The Sword Saint was full of heroic righteousness, which was in stark contrast to the demonic Demon Emperor.

The duel between the two like this one is more like a duel between good and evil.

"Uncle, he bullied me, help me beat him!"

Seeing the appearance of the Sword Master, the woman who was locked by the Demon Emperor's neck puffed out her mouth and shouted.

"It's also nonsense, just breaking through to the Nirvana stage, he dares to do something to the transcendent, and he is one of the strongest people today. ”

An angry voice came out, and the Bolai woman "grinned".

"Oh, isn't it, I'm afraid of something. ”

Hearing this, the figure on the Hanging City of Feixian Mountain shook his head and chuckled.

The conversation between the two aroused the envy of everyone, they wanted to have a relationship with the Sword Saint, and called "uncle", it was simply a rhythm of one step to the sky.

But they couldn't envy it, after all, that seemingly naughty woman was also not small, she was the dragon vein of the Flying Immortal Empire, and it was also the first dragon vein in history to turn into a human form.

And in the midst of everyone's discussions, Jiang Ling also took the opportunity to look over and was stunned at a glance.

Although the figure was covered by a dense mist, he could still feel an extremely familiar aura.

Although he couldn't see the man's true face for the time being, Gangneung was sure that the man was an acquaintance.

It's just a specific breath, and he can't be sure.

After all, the Sword Master is a detached person, and his cultivation realm is much higher than that of Gangneung, so it is difficult to forcibly investigate.

"I finally dared to show my face. ”

The Demon Emperor smiled slightly.

"it. Facing the Demon Emperor's words, the Sword Saint's face was calm and he said softly.

"Good. ”

The Demon Emperor directly let go of the woman and let her go.

As a detached person, to kill a little guy who has just broken through to the Nirvana stage in public, even a vicious person like the Demon Emperor can't do this kind of thing.

He also wants dignity, and the higher his cultivation level, the more he pursues dignity and face.

After the woman got out of trouble, she didn't do it again, but obediently stepped aside and watched silently.

In a battle of this level, it is really not her turn to interfere.

"That Juggernaut, it's kind of interesting. ”

While pondering the identity of the Sword Saint in Jiangling, Leng Yutong muttered softly.

"What's wrong with the Sword Master?" asked Jiang Ling strangely.

He, the master, was the best among the detached at the beginning, and his vision was not casually talked.

"Sword Saint Sword Saint, said it was a Sword Saint, but he didn't have a sword. Leng Yu Hitomi muttered to himself.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Ling frowned slightly.

Is this playing dumb riddles with him?" "Look down to see that this sword saint's state of mind is more than that of the Demon Emperor, but the cultivation realm does not seem to be as high as the Demon Emperor, and the specific combat power is not visible to both sides." ”

Leng Yutong hugged his chest with both hands, looking like the gossip of the people who ate melons, and surrounded Jiangling.

This cheap master, is he purely here to watch the play?

It's comfortable!

After a fight, watching others fight is also a kind of life experience.

Just when Jiang Ling sighed in his heart, a violent aura swept down from the sky.

It was the Demon Emperor who made a move.

Jiang Ling looked up sharply and frowned.

The Demon Emperor didn't make a move, but just a concussive aura, and just the domain field that spread out made the air "rumble", almost overturning the entire Feixian Mountain.

"What I wanted, I never couldn't get. The Demon Emperor's hoarse and deep voice rang out slowly.

"Please go back, unless you can kill me, as long as I am here, don't want to get something like that from Feixian Mountain. ”

The dense fog covering the Sword Master's face gradually dissipated, and the two refined rays of training crossed the sky, staring at the Demon Emperor across the air.

What is it?

Jiang Ling listened to the conversation between the two, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

Listening to the meaning of the Demon Emperor's words, the reason why he challenged the Flying Immortal Empire was to get something.

"I've been putting up with it for decades and I've reached my limit. ”

A deep voice spread in all directions.

"Give me the things, or I'll slaughter the Flying Immortal Empire today. The Demon Emperor's voice suddenly rose up, and his frenzied momentum suddenly soared, and in the blink of an eye, it spread to the front of the Flying Immortal Hanging City.

"The sword comes. ”

In the face of the Demon Emperor's tentative attack, the Sword Master did not panic, and still stood calmly in front of the Hanging City, his lips squirmed slightly, and then plucked a hair from his head and blew it gently.

In an instant, a hair quickly split and expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it was divided into countless divine swords, overwhelmingly shooting towards the Demon Emperor.

From a distance, all the black pressed pieces are full of sharp swords, who would have thought that those were actually made of hair!

", what kind of means is this? The strength of each sword and the aura it emits are almost close to the super immortal weapon!"

Gangneung stared at it.

This is not a joke, even Gangneung feels incredible.

He could clearly see that the sword saint who pulled out was indeed one of his ordinary hair, but it turned into such a shocking blow that made people's scalps tingle.

"Nima, could it be that Sun Wukong conjured up a sword saint? pulling out a hair is a rain of thousands of swords?" Jiang Ling exclaimed.

"Who is Monkey King? Among the people surnamed Sun, I have never heard of this name. ”

Leng Yutong asked Gangneung curiously.