The wind blows the snow, and the ink sword groans. The scorching sun refracted the crystal of the land, and the grandmaster, whose eyebrows were depressed, was full of rebellion, closed his eyes and waited quietly. At the end of the narrow passage, the swordsman, who was gradually black and white, rushed to a decisive battle that had been postponed repeatedly.

"The Demon Prince has not yet been ambushed, and you insist on choosing today?"

"Waiting indefinitely, can he come forward to fight you? ”

The feathers are light, and the snow is falling. The ink sword reflected the light of the sky coldly, without sadness or hesitation, and the red light pointed at the beginning of the sword: "Best friend blood feud, can you let it go?"

"I ...... Your sword spirit is rare for a hundred years. It's a pity that at this moment, I can only fight with you for revenge. ”

Eyes looking at each other, gradually focusing. The cold sword heart intensified the past grievances and pressed the senseless hesitation. The soaring battle spirit has triggered the return wind to the ears, and it is already tense. Killing with one voice, still harboring feelings that are contrary to the will.

"Then kill!"

A hundred years, eternal years drift away. The ink sword was unsheathed in an instant, spreading the landscape like ink, and the end of the realm was revealed, which suddenly made the two of them feel killed.

I don't know how many years I have cultivated the sword, and at the beginning of the sword, the martial arts are corresponding, and the fingers are full of energy, just right to turn sideways, and immediately stop the ink sword castration. The attack was frustrated, the killing intent was even more blazing, and the body turned quickly, making people dizzy, and setting off a sand explosion like a wave.

Danqing splashes ink, and the sword is beautiful. A slight regret and confusion, in the move and the move to fight against the shock, the change of more and more resolute revenge, the beginning of the sword's mind, suddenly clear the sky, and then a peerless move!

"Today, I want you to pay for your sins!"

"Your familiar eyes also provoke my murderous intent!"

The Zen sword condensed in the heart, and the first counterattack at the beginning of the sword was not only for the hatred of old friends, but also for catharsis in the heart. The sword of meditation is pressing, and it is more provocative of the killing intent in the heart, and there is no fear of being injured, and the ink sword is lightly thrown and held again, and the black light is like a living thing, and the cold sword light is cut, and there is no disadvantage.

"One sword, no blame!"

"Ten winds and rain!"

The opponent's sword skills are shocking, the sword style is unscathed, and the blameless sword style dances with it, wandering through thousands of ends, blending strange shapes and strange arts, which is wonderful. The more you fight, the more strange the sword realm, the more you fight, the more you feel sorry for each other, the first time you see the move, the sword swings like a god and a cloud, and the intention is to turn things first, and there is no impermanence.

The indistinguishable competition will eventually be pushed to the extreme. The figures were staggered, the ink marks were faint on the chest, the sword fingers tore the feathers, and each was wounded and stained with blood.

"I, I can't indulge, the ten swords are proud!"

Hearty, selfless in battle. Dissipating the last merciful thoughts, the sword pointed to the sky at the beginning of the sword, and suddenly rushed into the bull fight, and the killing atmosphere was cold. The clear light shone on his eyes, and the trend of the ink sword suddenly stopped, and the ink sword stepped on the snow without leaving any traces, facing the frost and cold sword light of the killing body. The conflict of extreme moves is coming, and suddenly the vast evil energy is silently killing the center of the battle group.

At the critical juncture, there was no injury, but the beginning of the sword seemed to have a tacit understanding, and the sword blade that was about to touch was forcibly sideways, and the same pair suddenly attacked secretly. Suddenly, even if the two of them responded in time, they inevitably suffered from internal strength, and they were violently shocked and clotted blood!

"A sneak attack in the middle of the war is not a martial art. ”

Although he was not surprised by the Demon Prince's move, he was still angry. And seeing the old enemy appear, the sword gathered like an abyss at the beginning, and was ready to fight at any time.

"I'm one against two, and I am upright to challenge the world's top swordsman, how can I say that I am despicable?"

The demon prince disagreed: "If I really want to sneak attack you, won't I wait for you to divide the victory and defeat, and then take the opportunity to kill the survivors?"

"Huh?!"

Impatient with Ning Yuan's sophistry and pretentiousness, he didn't think about it and asked Yin for help, the ink sword turned suddenly, and his tone was cold: "My ink sword, I don't mind dyeing your sorrowful red first." ”

"War, of course. But you, who will come first?"

Seeing that Yin Wuwu didn't like to fight in groups, the demon prince was calm, stretched out his hand and pointed at the two of them respectively, and stayed on the beginning of the sword: "I forgot to tell you that Murong Qing is in my hands." At this time, should I make a quid pro quo and trade his life for yours?"

"You?!"

"Shh~, Mai is nervous, I'm just kidding. How can this outdated game fit my noble tastes?"

Completely ignoring the drastic change at the beginning of the sword, the Demon Prince's words were still plain. Centrically suppressing the internal injury, Jian Zhi took a deep breath, faced Ning Yuan and said, "Now, what do you want?"

"Superfluous, of course it's killing you openly. ”

The palm urged the evil flame to swallow the sky, and the voice of the demon prince fell in an instant, and he rushed to the door of the sword. Although he was injured internally, the sword was not easy to defeat at the beginning, and he pointed to the ground on the peak of his eyebrows, stirring up thousands of dusty waves and dissipating the majestic demonic energy.

Wu Ge was not allowed to stir up the situation halfway, and his face was slightly condensed, and he frowned and watched. The hand of the sword seemed to be difficult to suppress the fighting spirit, and he held the ink sword tightly, ready to attack.

But with the blessing of Yuanguo, the Demon Prince's cultivation was enhanced, and after a fierce palm, he urged the strange style, and persevered to kill. Haoguang protruded in front of him, and at the beginning of the sword, he only felt that his eyes were tingling, and the force of the powerful impact was as irreversible as the river and sea, destroying the ten-mile valley, and rushing towards the sword realm master unstoppably.

"Sword Reflection Thousand River Moon!"

Knowing that Yuanguo was invincible, the original body of the sword turned at will, and the wonderful steps shifted, and the air was like a bright moon, and the sky was full of glory, and the side hit the fire house with an odd number. However, after a long run-in, the demon prince has transported the Yuan Fruit to the command of his arm, and the shadow chasing the wind is amazed by Ciguang's back, and at this moment it is actually the upper hand and the upper hand.

"At the beginning of the sword, that's just it, you can't get rid of the demon guard. ”

At the moment of the palm, the demon prince said a taunt, continued to add evil energy, and withdrew at the beginning of the sword. Yuanguo roared and rushed into the enemy, and he was about to be unable to hold it back, when the ink sword sword was spraying, the bright yellow wings suddenly hung into the sky, and he worked inward to cut off Yuanguo's approach.

"Is it the Evil Heavenly Yuan Fruit?"

In the whispering of the comer, the wings of the Xuanniao are like a screen. The forces of the Buddha Hell, which also belonged to the Fire House, collided violently and blended, causing the damage of the Yuan Fruit to be greatly reduced. The moment the demon prince noticed it, he immediately summoned Yuan Guo back to his side, shot his indifferent gaze at Chen Shu, and pretended to be a hint of playfulness and ridiculed: "Oh, it turned out to be the hope of a new life in the Buddha Prison?"

Although it is a question, it is already determined. The abyss is stable and not chaotic, and the strategy of retreat is secretly planned. However, crossing the peak wall and crossing the border, not only to help Shenxiu resurrect his father, but also to shoulder the responsibility of Buddha Prison, Chenshu's demeanor appeared solemn for the first time, and he said in a deep voice: "If you are the Demon Prince...... The king has ordered, I have to take you back to the Buddha prison. ”

"Alas, he wants me to go back, obviously as a deterrent to the enemy, but he wants to keep me in a dark place forever...... O human beings, this kind of contradictory and dirty calculation really makes me disdain. ”

Pretending to be heartbroken, the Demon Prince's eyes were cold, and there was no emotional fluctuation. In the next moment, he seemed to be interested, looked at Chen Shu and asked, "My dear little brother, how can you replace that stupid woman of Taixi Gong if you are as weak as you?"

"Well, how would you know?"

"Chenshu, the emperor. With this as a name, it seems that my esteemed father has great expectations for you. The value of the Kaixuan Hou is much higher than that of Taixi Gong. What else can you do but replace her?"

As soon as the words fell, the black-winged demon dragon descended from the sky, revealing its true appearance. The demon prince pointed to himself, and then pointed to Zhang Yixuanniao, privately having a plan.

"Come, I'll give you a chance, challenge me!"