The sunlight mixed with the mist in the air that had not yet dissipated, and the bright light chased the dark night that had not yet completely receded, and it was a pleasant morning.

The sand and gravel are sharp knives scurrying in the wind, the sand and gravel are the cold nails that grow on the ground, and the silence is inexplicably terrifying, it is a dangerous morning.

Yang Jianxi stood in the wind with his hands in his hands, and the wanton sand and gravel were invisibly blocked out of his body, this time he did not use the disguise technique, it was his original appearance, Fukexi looked at his face from a distance of 100 meters, Yang Jianxi looked at his face from a distance of 100 meters,

The eyes of both of them were gushing flames, even if there were no waves on their faces, even if they were still standing on their bodies, the impulses that could not be suppressed in their muscles could not be hidden.

Reason is what Yang Jianxi has forced himself to keep in mind in this wasteland for two years, and rationality is what Yang Jianxi feels he must abide by, but after all, this cold world does not allow conformity, what it needs is death and near-death victory.

This half-black, half-white morning is destined to have a soul sleeping here......

"Blood Demon Skill, Blood Rises!" Yang Jianxi's upper and lower lips moved slightly, and Fukxi on the other side couldn't hear what he was talking about, but he could feel that the smell of the surrounding air seemed to change, and there was gradually a touch of blush in his sight, Yang Jianxi's silver-white hair turned white again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin was separated by flowing black and red like a crack, Yang Jianxi smiled charmingly, and the two shallow blood marks in the corners of his eyes added a bit of evil.

Raising his hand, the blood map rotated between his fingers, and the yin and yang locks stabbed out of the void and a cold light appeared, like a meteor.

Before he got close, the voice came first, and Fukxi looked at the cold lock coming towards him with an indifferent expression, but the clenched fists showed that his heart was by no means as relaxed as his face appeared.

Jumped up, drew his sword, met the meteor blow, the fierce fire rose from one point, and the scattered aura raged in a radius of hundreds of meters.

Fukxi's momentum was undiminished, and the broad knife was across his chest, as if accompanied by the roar of an ancient beast,

If it weren't for Yang Jinxi's lack of consciousness at this moment, he would definitely show a little appreciation at this time.

Artistic conception, Foxy has condensed the knife intent, the artistic conception is no longer supernatural can be described, at this moment Foxy is like a knife with a black face and a white blade, and the previous Belta who killed the peak of gold with five golden stages was with his terrifying knife. Hundred-year-old sword intent, it is not false that Fuksie is called a genius, no wonder the dwarf Bai clan attaches so much importance to him......

Yang Jianxi, who was in the state of blood demon, seemed to smell danger, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips to reveal an arrogant smile.

Five fingers into claws, cannonballs shot into the air and rushed towards the oncoming Foxie, Yin Yang Lock appeared at some point, surrounding Yang Jixi, intertwined with each other, rubbing sparks back and forth, making a terrifying sound.

The yin and yang lock blocked the terrifying knife intent behind Fu Xuexi, and Yang Jianxi, who was in the cold lock cage, collided with Fu Kexi head-on, although the intricate chains around Yang Jianxi also brought a lot of trouble to Fu Xuexi, but Fu Xuexi's sharp knife intent did not decrease in the slightest.

It's no longer a move-based fight, every punch and kick is not thought through the brain, it's a kick based on pure fighting instinct and a sense of danger.

"With a sword in my hand, I am the sky. There was a roar with Foxie's unwillingness and the fierce killing intent. Decades of superiority, decades of willfulness, decades of genius titles were shattered, and Foxy almost frantically beckoned to Yang Jianxi, the knife is the self, I am the knife, this is a realm of self-forgetfulness, I am afraid that even Foxy himself did not expect that his sword intent would be improved in this situation.

In fact, the patriarch of the dwarf Bai clan has great expectations for himself, and sees himself as the hope of the rise of the dwarves, and he himself wants to shoulder the burden of the dwarf Bai clan and lead the dwarf Bai clan to merge with the dwarf black clan, less than a hundred years old gold, and condensed the artistic conception, there are too many possibilities in this, but it was cut off, he hated, what could he hate, it could only be attributed to Yang Jixi, the monster in front of him who seemed to be a human and not a human, and a demon and not a demon.

As time passed, Fukexi slowly woke up from his madness, and then he discovered an incredible scene, the Yang Jianxi in front of him was covered with visible scars, and his body was soaked in purple that made Fuxie greedy.

But even so, there was still no tiredness on that terrifying face, and the evil smile seemed to have been on his face from the very beginning, it didn't matter if it was pretending to be mysterious or really having strength, and he slashed the air again, Fauxie's mood at this time could not be described as shock, recalling that when he had no power to fight back in his hands, the progress of his strength was by no means a star and a half, how long has it been, a month? It's still two months, not to mention that he was seriously injured after that time, this kind of cultivation speed can't be described as terrifying, it's terrifying......

"Purple bloodline, is this purple bloodline?" "Why do you have such a high starting point, why should I be inferior." ”

Foxy kept distancing himself from Yang Jianxi so that he could make a knife, and each knife was accompanied by a roar that seemed to be resentful

Every knife was dodged by Yang Jianxi, and occasionally he could take the opportunity to return it, and Fukxi became more and more frightened, as if the person in front of him was not a person, but a tireless machine.

In fact, just as Fukexi thought, all the attacks and defenses in Yang Jianxi's current state were all the most primitive instinctive reactions to the battle, and the taste of blood fascinated him, fascinated to madness, madness to the point of enchantment.

Fukexi, who was waving the knife back and forth, looked at Yang Jianxi's momentum that seemed to be getting braver and braver again, he knew that Yang Jianxi must have used some secret method to have such strength, since it is a secret method, there must be an end, and Fukexi is sure that the sequelae of Yang Jianxi's secret method is definitely not small, with the power of silver, the people who fight gold are undefeated, and they are at ease, this kind of anti-heaven secret method Fukexi also desires, but at the same time, Fukexi is also afraid......

Attached to the knife in his hand with artistic conception, and melted into the knife with himself, Fuksie retreated a hundred meters, and the swollen muscles broke the black armor of his upper body into pieces scattered around, bursting into the air, and his face was hideous as if he was enduring great pain, at this time he was like a line, a dividing line that could be divided between black and day, and what he was fighting on his shoulders was this black and white sky.

"I, Fauxie, am sixteen years old silver, twenty-six years old gold, thirty years old condensed the sword intent, and now forty years old sweep the gold, I use myself as a medium, so far I have a blow,"

Foxy strode forward, and every step seemed to be a mystery, and a long roar "Knife out!"

In an instant, it appeared in the sky above Yang Jianxi and roared down, Yang Jianxi stood in place, the Taiji diagram with blood mist under his feet was still the round of blood mist, and the yin and yang locks around the body disappeared Looking at Fukexi, who was almost invisible, he squinted his eyes and put away that arrogant and evil, uninhibited and terrifying smile.

Is he scared?

No, he has no expression, he is really a machine, the silver and white hair scattered behind his back visibly turns yellow and then turns into fly ash like a withered and withered leaf in autumn, and his already unsturdy body is like a leaky balloon at this time, quickly drying up, and even the body is flowing all over the body, indicating that he is now in a state of blood demon, and the black blood stains are like a dry ditch withered in the yellow sand everywhere.

Under the bark-like face is a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, so hoarse that it can't be heard clearly, and the voice comes from the mouth of Yang Jinxi, who is like an old man, maybe even Yang Jianxi can't hear what he says, this is pure muscle failure.

Yang Jinxi hunched his back, twisted his neck stiffly, and suddenly the Taiji diagram under his feet became more blood-red.

From Yang Jianxi as the center, a radius of 100 meters is full of scarlet, this is an entrance to hell, Yang Jianxi is like a soul reaper crawling out of hell, a blood juicer in the dark abyss......

The blood-red Taiji diagram is superimposed layer by layer from Yang Jixi's feet, and the round is bigger than the round, and the miracle is probably like this.

Blind defense has never been Yang Jianxi's doing, it was not before, and it is even more impossible at this time, a terrifying blood-red beam of light shot out from the center of the huge Taiji diagram above Yang Jianxi's head, and with the aura of destruction, it met the earth-shattering knife that Fukexi was coming from.

"Poof!" Yang Jianxi lowered his head and sprayed a mouthful of purple blood, and the Taiji diagram that was rotating several rounds above his head disintegrated and shattered in an instant, leaving only the blood-red diagram less than ten centimeters away from his head with knife marks still spinning above Yang Jianxi.

Surrounded by devastation and trauma from raging energy and breath, Faulksie flew upside down a hundred meters away, his flesh blurred, his breath dying.

In fact, Fuksey knew the result from the moment he encountered the energy beam that seemed to come from the depths of hell, he couldn't win, if his earth-shattering sword had the momentum of black and white, then what was coming was the horror that seemed to destroy the world, that was the taste of life, that was the smell of burning life.

Yang Jianxi's mouth once again couldn't help the purple blood gushing out, and he couldn't help laughing with hot blood, laughing very rampantly, and laughing very painfully.

Yang Jianxi dragged his extremely old body and stumbled towards Foxie, and the distance of 100 meters seemed to be a century apart.

Reasonably, Yang Jinxi has now gotten rid of the madness of the Blood Demon, and now it should not be said that it has returned to its original state, but at least it doesn't have to be so scary.

The current Yang Jinxi doesn't look like a person at all, there doesn't seem to be a trace of flesh and blood on his body, that is, a corpse, a corpse that will fall apart at any time when he walks.

The wind carried the sand and gravel around the battlefield, and the occasional glide could easily leave scratches on Yang Jixi's charred and shriveled skin, revealing bones that seemed to have been drained of bone marrow, no blood spilling, and perhaps no pain.