"Sword Killing King Wu Jiyu, congratulations, you can also be included in the top twenty of the Heavenly King List. ”

Yuan Changkong said with a smile.

The spectators were not surprised by Yuan Changkong's announcement of the result, but they also whispered.

"This challenge is obviously very bland, but why do you feel goosebumps? ”

"Yes, I feel that way, too. ”

"For the battle just now, I suddenly had a feeling that Ying Jiansheng Sword King was like a butterfly entangled in a spider's web, no matter how hard he struggled, he still couldn't escape from Wu Jiyu's palm in the end. ”

Among them, there are people with keen senses, who say the most apt words.

After defeating Ying Jiansheng, Wu Jiyu's face was still cold, and when he put the long sword behind his waist, everyone was suddenly surprised to see that Mo Yan, the white-clothed roe deer sword king, had appeared in the hundred-meter void in front of Wu Jiyu at some point, and what made most people feel strange was that Mo Yan's spirit wings looked white, and they were no different from feathers, and they could still see feathers falling from time to time, but as soon as they touched the falling white feathers, they immediately dissipated like spiritual power.

"Wu Jiyu, it's time for us to fight, a year later, on September 8th, at the top of the arrogant peak, I will wait for you. ”

Mo Yan looked at Wu Jiyu, who had a cold expression, and said slowly.

"Yes. ”

Wu Jiyu replied with a grim expression.

"It's September 8th again, a year later!"

The intuition of everyone watching the battle is really too lucky, first there are two demons, Jun Twelve about Lin Wushuang on September 8th, and then, there is Mo Yan, the sword king, about the battle of the sword king Wu Jiyu, also on September 8th, a year later, there will be two fierce battles waiting for everyone, no matter what, a year later, will definitely come to watch the battle again, and then it will set off an unprecedented grand occasion.

After Ying Jiansheng's contest to challenge Wu Jiyu ended, Jiaoheng Feng suddenly fell silent.

"Let's go!"

Lin Wushuang thought that no one would come out to fight in the future, and even if there were, it was just some small characters, and it was not worth staying and watching.

More and more people are leaving, just like that, the arrogant peak, which has been very lively for a few days, people go to tea and cool, and the curtain is completely over, but although the curtain is over, about what has happened in the past few days, it will definitely be spread for a long time in the Zhongzhou Chuangwu Domain, and it will become a topic of conversation after everyone's tea and dinner.

And the matter of asking the Heavenly Pavilion to compile the Heavenly King List will naturally spread through the mouths of everyone throughout the five continents of the Holy Creation World, and when the time comes, it will set off a continuous storm.

..........

The sky was cloudy, and a black giant sword was flying in the air, galloping on this boundless cloud.

This black giant sword, thirty meters long and ten meters wide, is spacious and flat on the sword surface, enough to accommodate dozens of people, but now on the sword surface, there are only Lin Wushuang and Zhuo Shiyan, and this black flying giant sword is produced in the Yunlou Sword Pavilion, which is considered to be half sold and half given to Lin Wushuang by Nie Wujian, although the speed of the flying giant sword is slower than that of the spirit wings, but this kind of flight is much easier.

Lin Wushuang sat on the sword surface, hugging Zhuo Shiyan from behind, and between his breaths, he was full of the fragrance of the other party.

The two became extremely intimate as early as when they were in Ice Underworld, except for the fact that men and women did not do anything to the end, everything else was done, and at this time, Zhuo Shiyan did not wear a light veil, presenting a beautiful face in Lin Wushuang's eyeliner.

The muscles are like mutton fat, the eyebrows are like green feathers, the nose is high, the eyes are like stars, the red lips are red without dots, and the soft green silk slides down from the ears, and several float to the bridge of Lin Wushuang's nose, sniff it gently, the fragrance is incomparable, Zhuo Shiyan saw Lin Wushuang staring at him, and her cheeks couldn't help but appear a touch of redness.

Phew!

Just when the two of them were warm, in the sea of clouds, a three-legged spirit bird suddenly flew in, this three-legged spirit bird was no less big than Lin Wushuang's black flying giant sword, a pair of eyes, like a pair of cyan fire, surrounded by a dark purple breath, extremely tyrannical.

This three-legged spirit bird, named the three-clawed fierce falcon, likes blood and food, especially the stronger the flesh and blood, the more it loves it, Lin Wushuang has the power of dragon blood, and its physical strength is naturally not a problem, and Zhuo Shiyan's unsullied demon body, in terms of life level, is only slightly inferior to Lin Wushuang, which naturally makes this three-legged fierce falcon itch.

Phew!

Moreover, he sensed that Lin Wushuang and Zhuo Shiyan's cultivation was only at the peak of the spirit king's middle-level level, and he was a spirit beast comparable to the spirit king's high-level, how could he be afraid, he screamed again, his abdomen was three claws, tearing the sky, and grabbed towards the two of them.

Zheng!

Lin Wushuang's face was indifferent, he still hugged Zhuo Shiyan with one hand, and with the other hand, he quickly pulled out the Yinhua sword, and slashed out with a sword, and the whole process was like flowing water.

Poof!

A huge bird's head flew up, blood splattered all over the sky, and the corpse of the three-legged fierce falcon separated, and was thrown behind the black flying greatsword, falling into the sea of clouds.

"These three-legged falcons generally live in the eastern part of Middle-earth, with the most in the Blazing Domain, and it seems that we are almost in the Blazing Domain. Zhuo Shiyan said.

Since leaving the arrogant peak of the Chuangwu Domain, the two of them have been going directly to the Eastern Desolate Domain of Central Continent non-stop, where there are the spiritual plants that Zhuo Shiyan needs to cultivate.

Putting the Yinhua Sword into the scabbard, Lin Wushuang released his soul power, spreading towards the bottom of the sea of clouds, and said, "We have arrived at the Leng Tie River. ”

After crossing the Cold Iron River, it is the Blazing Domain.

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On the banks of the Cold Iron River, an old man in black and an old man in a feather coat stood on a reef.

Burst!

The headless bird corpse fell into the cold iron river, splashing a lot of water.

"Being able to kill my three-legged falcon with a single sword is not something that ordinary Heavenly King-level combat power kings can do. "The old man in the feather coat is not a spirit beast clan, but he actually has two eyes and four pupils, and from time to time there is a strange light.

The old man in black said calmly: "The speed of progress of this kid is something I have only seen in my life, give him a period of time, I am afraid that under the Spirit Emperor Realm, there will be no one to balance, and the Spirit King Realm is invincible, so if we want to get the cultivation secret of the Immortal Emperor Body, we only have this chance, if we miss this time, you and I will not have to make up our minds again, at that time, we may only be able to sell this kind of information to others." ”

This man in black is none other than the Ghost King who Lin Wushuang has made a feud underground.

Lin Wushuang became famous in the Zhongzhou Martial Arts Domain, becoming the first young king under the four young kings, the Ghost King naturally heard of it, when the Muye Emperor and the dragon shocked the sky in the arrogant peak, others were also there, and sure enough, no surprise to him, Lin Wushuang also appeared, and also fought with hate, this battle shocked him even more, he knew that now he really has no confidence to confront Lin Wushuang, and even, if he is hard to face head-on, he is afraid that he will be cut by the other party under the sword.

After thinking about it, as a last resort, the Ghost King also decided not to eat this alone food anymore, and contacted his former friend, that is, this old man in feathered clothes, named the Demon Bird King.

Because the Ghost King was deeply trapped in the secret of the immortal emperor's body, his cultivation speed lagged behind significantly, and his combat power stayed at the quasi-heavenly king, while his friend the Demon Bird King was much stronger than him, and after a hundred years of accumulation, his combat power had already reached the level of the heavenly king, and because of his physique, he was born close to the flying bird spirit beast, and the domestication of the spirit beast was simply handy.

The three-legged fierce falcon that went to attack Lin Wushuang and Zhuo Shiyan just now was one of the flying bird spirit beasts domesticated by the Demon Bird King, but it was a weaker one, so the death of the three-legged fierce falcon would not make him feel distressed at all.

"In the air, I couldn't use my strengths to the limit, and I let him be arrogant for a while. "Among the four eyes of the Demon Bird King, it seems to exude a fierce glow that does not belong to humans...

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............ To be continued.