The incinerating red fire was endless, covering his hands with an extremely powerful layer, holding it tightly on the white needle, and forcibly pouring the red color, he seemed to want to subdue this elusive treasure.

Under the impact of the red fire, the white light flashed, and the scorching heat around the explosion retreated a lot, and the complexion of the incineration changed, the true qi of the dantian operated, and the power was all gathered in the palm of the hand, with huge control, pressing the white needle, as if he wanted to conquer it.

After a while, the Shaogu Lord was oozing with sweat on his face, he gritted his teeth, and the flames that had spread for half a day suddenly retracted, all of them were killed to the white needle, and wrapped them in clusters.

Seeing this, Xuan Yu's eyes flashed with a dark and inexplicable brilliance, he lowered his hands, and saw that his eyes were full of joy, and he held it back with one hand, and the white needle pierced a red light, burning his palm.

"In the end, it still surrendered to me. The corners of his mouth hooked up a rampant arc, "Brother Yu, do you want to admit defeat?"

Xuan Yu was disdainful, but his face changed greatly, his eyes were like fire, with fierce worry, helplessness and unwillingness.

He clasped his hands tightly, "No matter how strong you are, knock me down, otherwise I won't take the initiative to go on." ”

Looking directly at the incineration, Xuan Yu's voice was like a thunder and fire.

"Then I'll take you down. Hearing this, he reached out his hand, and the sharp white needle was surrounded by red flames and floated, and the tip of the needle was sharp, aiming in the direction of Xuan Yu.

"Being attacked and killed by the magic weapon that I get along with day and night, this feeling should be uncomfortable. Burning Wuxuan hooked his lips, and the white needles burst out, like a streamer, piercing people's hearts.

Xuan Yu stepped forward, the air waves rolled, the whole body flew upside down, and when the white needle invaded the door in front of him, he took advantage of the slight distance opened up by this regression, turned his head sharply, and dodged it.

The white needle sprinted past, flipped in an instant, and turned around, and then it was extremely ferocious, and the bucket was towards the back of Xuan Yu's head.

Feeling a gust of wind and bone cold, Xuan Yu lowered his head in an instant, and the sharp brush swept his scalp, almost shaving him semi-bald.

"Ruthless enough. Xuan Yu commented with a cold face.

"Hehe, it's sad and painful to see you like that. Burning Wuxuan's eyes flashed with red intent, and with a push of his palm, the white needle traveled extremely quickly, continuing to stab around Xuan Yu's body.

Forcing out the sweat on his forehead, Xuan Yu looked at him carefully, the dark tide in his heart surged, this incineration was inextinguishable, his heart was cruel, and the red, for him, was full of blood and slaughter.

Soon, the outer skin of Xuan Yu was marked with blood, and the young valley lord didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him.

The elders of the Liuli Palace looked at it, their eyes were worried, and the snow was worried, with thoughts and expectations.

"Boom!"

With a sudden explosion, a dragon-shaped sword qi roared and appeared, shattering the earth and rushing towards the Burning Immortal.

Behind his ears was the roar of the dragon and the sword intent of breaking the sword, but the young valley lord was fearless, still arrogant, and stabbed Xuan Yu with a white needle.

Suddenly, a ball of flames flew in, hitting the dragon body, and immediately the attack of the Qin Dragon Sword was knocked around, and the body of the Burning Immortal was slightly deviated, so he dodged it, and the sword qi actually went straight to Xuan Yu.

There are white needles in the back, there is an angry dragon in front, Xuan Yu's eyes are adorned with a fierce light, his right hand is slowly raised, blood flows down from the wound, converges on the fingertips, and a little bit, flows to the wooden sword.

The blood flowed, and the tattered wooden sword seemed to have a faint light and swirling turning, and the slight cracks broke out of it, and what was revealed in the marks was the edge of the earth-shattering weeping god.

Feeling the power churning in his palm, Xuan Yu's right hand was almost unable to suppress the trembling of the sword, and the sound seemed to be transmitted down his body into his brain, straight into his soul.

Concentrating, he suddenly raised his hand, and saw four extremely pure rays of light rushing out, forming a cross centered on Xuan Yu in an instant, with white needles submerged in the back and a long dragon broken in front.

With a "boom", the cross light spread in an instant, and then gradually faded, turning into a diffuse cloud and mist, and then with a gust of heavy wind, the light disappeared, Xuan Yu stood tall and jade, holding a sword in one hand, Ling Ran was now in the air.

The sword in his hand was no longer wood, the silver-white edge, blood-red lines were carved on it, and the little halo emitted was also flashing with a strong bloody intent.

Xuan Yu's ink hair flew, and his right hand pointed at the sword, and he was determined to dance from all of him, and the endless murderous aura surged from the blood, making all the spectators couldn't help but hold their breath.

"This sword ......" His complexion changed slightly, the sword intent was unruly, he grasped it with his hand, but he had a feeling of being pulled by himself.

Xue looked at Xuan Yu, her expression was a little unpredictable, this sword has a spirit, but it has a very personality, sometimes a good mood will save you, sometimes if you are unhappy, you may ...... Well, it's a bit of a bad idea.

Xuan Yu seemed to have happened to meet one of the few sword spirits who were not well-behaved.

He clenched the sword tightly, and the strength and true qi that entered the realm spread out mightily, brushed on the sword, and wrote into the sword.

Entering the realm of all things, including this sword, Xuan Yu can also grasp his heart, understand his way, and even merge with it and turn it into himself.

The sword intent in his hand seemed to be quieter, Xuan Yu pinched the hilt of the sword, and in an instant, with a sweep, it was like a half-crescent moon, and it swept straight past the place where the two of the Burning Immortal Qin Dragon Sword were.

The white needle was still burning in one hand at the moment, and he slapped it forward with the other palm, and suddenly, the surging red flames, mixed with the incomparable strength of the true qi, shook like a storm.

The red flame is like the water of the sea, endlessly, from his palm, as if running from the far end of the world, attacking and killing the crescent moon sword light that swung towards Xuan Yu.

As for Qin Longjian, his eyes were excited, and he swung his long sword violently, directly hitting the sword pole technique.

"Devouring of the Double Dragon!" he shouted, and all his true power was poured into his sword, and by the time the sound fell, his face was as pale as gold paper.

The two huge dragons roared and flew around each other, and they seemed to have a sharp edge on their bodies, rolling sword qi, covering the mountains and the sun, rippling and rolling.

Red fire, fierce double dragons, bloody sword light, the three collided, and all the breath of the sword valley at the moment seemed to be attracted by something, so the sword qi under the valley, the clouds and mist on the valley, and the air between the valleys, flew among themselves, forming a majestic whirlpool, and the people on the ground saw it, only feeling terrifying.

"Boom !!"

Suddenly, the sound seemed to bloom directly in everyone's minds, and the eyes and ears of the people who exploded were a flower, and in an instant, the mountains and rocks were flying, and the landslides continued, as if a natural disaster had come, and this solid Yinjian Valley could not withstand the impact of such a shaking world.

The smoke and dust, like the fragments of a boulder being smashed, spread into the sky, and then it took half a pillar of incense before finally dissipating.

Looking at the valley again, a mountain wall was knocked out of a big pit, Qin Longjian's whole person was trapped in this pit, his clothes were in tatters, the sword was inserted next to him, and he was embarrassed, obviously, not the winner.

As for the incineration, he still stood in the air, but the red fire in his body was only a few slight sparks, and the white needle that was originally in his hand was actually against his head at the moment, and it didn't seem to be subdued at all.

Everyone sighed and turned their eyes away, it seemed that unexpectedly, it was the Liuli Palace, which won.

But...... Xuan Yu, where have you gone?

The elders and young of all the sects, looking at the empty area, the strong doubts accumulated in their eyes, almost overflowing.

Everyone perceived it carefully, and their complexions changed, especially the people of the Sword Pavilion, whose faces almost jumped out of the seven colors of the Liuli Palace.

The upward sword qi of the long years of the Yin Sword Valley has actually disappeared.