Rumble!

Roar!

The tragic howl, as if it was a demon under the Nine Shadows, descended on the world at this moment.

The green light opened in the air, forming a distorted face, the eyes of this face were the size of a basin, with green fangs, a face full of spikes, and a fierce gaze, staring at Li Hexian, and suddenly, he opened his bloody mouth and tore towards Li Hexian.

This scene appeared too suddenly, and the face of this evil ghost was too hideous and terrifying, even if people were mentally prepared, when they saw it at this moment, they would be so frightened that their hands and feet would be weak and they would lose the ability to resist.

However, seeing this moment, Li Hexian didn't even change his eyes, and lightly spit out two words: "Trash." ”

He could see at a glance that this green-faced and fanged demon was actually the seal belonging to Wei Liang on the Sky Blue Sword.

Seeing that the face of this evil ghost was about to bite him, Li Hexian didn't turn around, raised the blood refining battle spear, and waved it in the air.

The trajectory of the blood refining war spear suddenly pulled out a blood-colored river in mid-air.

This grimace rushed into the river of blood at once, and before he could struggle, he was caught into the depths of the river of blood by a giant hand formed by blood condensation, and from beginning to end, not even a single bubble came out of the surface of the river of blood.

At the moment when the grimace was engulfed by the river of blood, there was also a slight crisp sound from inside the Sky Green Sword, as if something had cracked.

When Li Hexian's Divine Mind swept over again, he found that the mark in the Sky Blue Immortal Sword that originally belonged to Wei Liang had completely disappeared.

Now the Sky Green Shadow Sword completely belongs to Li Hexian.

"The Four Great Sword Venerables, two of them have already died, Long Xingyun, I really want to know, what kind of expression do you have now. Li Hexian sneered faintly.

At the same time, Long Xingyun, who was hovering in mid-air, suddenly frowned, and the next moment, there was a violent cramping pain in his heart.

The feeling of colic was like a big hand pinching his heart, although it came and went quickly, but the moment the feeling came and went, it still made Long Xingyun's eyes darken, and he almost lost his breath.

"Not good!" Long Xingyun breathed heavily, hurriedly waved his arm, and suddenly, pieces of jade cards appeared in front of him.

Among them, the one that originally belonged to Wei Liang had a crack on the surface.

Long Xingyun's face immediately changed.

And in the next moment, with a click, the crack suddenly expanded, directly breaking the jade plate in two.

"Bastard!" Long Xingyun roared angrily, rolling flames, instantly burning the void behind him, and in the loud noise, the mighty flames rushed straight into the sky, down to the earth, and directly penetrated the heaven and earth, forming a pillar of angry fire.

Around the pillar of fire, lightning flashed and thundered, just like the anger of Long Xingyun at the moment.

"The Four Great Sword Venerables, there is another one who died!Who the hell is it!" Long Xingyun's anger at the moment made him unable to maintain his usual indifference.

The corners of his forehead were even broken out of the green tendons, constantly wriggling under the skin, like a thick earthworm.

Chuan Tong was caught in Long Xingyun's hand at this moment, and when he felt the anger of the other party, he was immediately frightened and trembled.

Even if Long Xingyun was about to crush his bones, he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of angering Long Xingyun at this moment.

"Who the hell is it!

Long Xingyun took a deep breath and calmed himself down, and his divine consciousness spread out all of a sudden, like a rolling tide, and in an instant, it enveloped a radius of hundreds of miles.

The beings within the hundreds of miles, whether they were cultivators or fire demons, could suddenly clearly feel that they were being stared at by a pair of cold eyes, and for a while, they were all so frightened that they couldn't move, and they stood still.

"There is not a single cultivator here who has surpassed the Star River Realm...... Long Xingyun's heart suddenly moved, his brows furrowed, and the next moment, as if he had thought of something, a sharp edge suddenly bloomed in the depths of his eyes, "Could it be that it is not a cultivator, but a fire demon?

The more Long Xingyun thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was very high.

"Although this area has been swept by the deacons in the sect, it is specially used for the disciples of the Star River Realm as a trial, but that is already a matter of the past, this time the door of the Flame Demon World in the Western Frontier was opened, and the Flame Demons who came out can be seen everywhere, and it is not excluded that there are higher-level Flame Demons who may enter this area during this time. If it's really the Fire Demon, then it's time to grab it and ask for the news I need!"

Making up his mind, Long Xingyun's eyes flashed, and immediately, one after another, in front of him, a divine thought condensed into a small golden sword.

These small swords all contained a wisp of Long Xingyun's divine thoughts.

This is a secret technique that Long Xingyun obtained from the wasteland in ancient times, and cultivators used to transmit messages.

At this moment, he released this wisp of divine thought, and in a few moments, his subordinates would receive the news.

Seeing this scene, Chuantong's face was also constantly changing.

As an extraterritorial heavenly demon, Chuan Tong had seen and known much more than ordinary cultivators on the Immortal Spirit Continent, so at this moment, he recognized the origin of Long Xingyun's secret technique at a glance.

Surprised, he couldn't help but blurt out: "You've been to the broken old soil!

"I'm Long Xingyun, in this world, there's nothing I can't do!" Long Xingyun snorted coldly, his five fingers were forced, and all of a sudden, Chuan Tong was so painful that he inhaled cold air, his facial features were distorted, and he couldn't say a word anymore.

A moment later, the small golden sword flew back, and in the small sword that flew back, it carried the news that Long Xingyun's subordinates had passed back.

The small sword quickly disappeared into Long Xingyun's mind, and soon, Long Xingyun made a judgment and condensed a small sword again, and at the same time that the small sword was sent out, he also flew in another direction at a high speed.

This time, Long Xingyun only sent out a golden small sword alone, this small sword shuttled quickly in the void, and soon after, it flew towards a young man with a thin lips hanging slightly from the corner of his eye.

This young man looked ordinary, and there was nothing particularly strange about it, the only thing that was slightly different from the others was that there was a black half-moon embroidery on the cuffs of his robe.

The black of this half-moon embroidery is so dark that the light seems to be sucked in, and there is one on each of his left and right cuffs.

At this time, the young man sat cross-legged on the ground, throwing it in his hand, playing with his own identity jade card.

On the surface of the jade plate, there are three words: Fang Muyun.

After a while, Fang Muyun felt something, and he didn't look up, but grabbed it backwards with his backhand.

The little golden sword was immediately firmly grasped by him.

Closing his eyes and muttering for a moment, the content contained in the golden little sword entered Fang Muyun's mind.

Fang Muyun nodded, his gaze crossed the layers of void and landed on a group of people in the distance.

After a moment, a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Count yourself lucky. ”