A trace of coolness fell on his neck, followed by a faint bloody aura, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed out along the sword on his neck, and Chen Qingyi knew that he was injured. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I throw in the towel!"

"I throw in the towel!"

Almost at the same time, two voices sounded, one was Chen Qingyi's, the other was Yu Ling'er's, at this moment, Yu Ling'er was also embarrassed, blood was constantly flowing out from the corners of her mouth, obviously the injury was not light, the red ribbon that surrounded her body just now had broken into a few sections, scattered in the ring, and the dress on her body was also dull, no longer the brilliance just now!

"As long as you move your hand lightly, my life will not be guaranteed, but I lost today's battle!" Chen Qingyi didn't want to fight for anything, if he lost, he would lose, but there was nothing to be ashamed of, after all, his cultivation years were too short, compared to these disciples who had practiced for nearly a hundred years, it was inevitable that there would be a gap.

The disciples below looked at Chen Qingyi with admiration one by one, and even the ten cores in the air were solemn, the time when Chen Qingyi joined the Heavenly Sword Gate, they all knew that in just half a year, there was such an achievement, not to mention that there were no ancients before, and there were no people after them, in the long years, there were also counts.

"No, I lost, if it weren't for the benefit of the aura today, I'm afraid I would have died in Huangquan a long time ago, even so, I also suffered a certain amount of internal injuries, who wins and who loses at a glance" Yu Ling'er shook her head, took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, the spiritual power surged, and the handkerchief was annihilated in an instant.

"Today's battle, you two are tied," At this moment, a voice came from the air, like the sound of thunder, but it was extremely gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze, but it turned out to be the head Xie Wentian.

"Let's all disperse, you come with me!" With a wave of his hand, Xie Wentian dispersed the surrounding disciples, and then took Chen Qingyi and shot towards the heavenly sword blade, leaving only a group of shocked disciples.

The news of Chen Qingyi's and the ten core disciples Yu Ling'er winning a draw hung over the entire Heavenly Sword Sect like a gale, and those core disciples who came to watch the battle, the inner disciples painted the scene at that time, but in half a day, even the lowest miscellaneous disciples knew about it.

On a sword peak full of heavy atmosphere, a dilapidated thatched hut stands alone on the top of the mountain, looking very dilapidated and desolate, surrounded by huge rocks and strange mountains, there is no luxury and liveliness of other sword peaks at all, but it is such a sword peak, but it is intimidating, because this is the residence of Zhou Jian, the first core disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Whew!"

At this moment, a flash of light flashed, and a figure appeared in front of the hut.

"If you don't go to retreat and do penance, what are you doing here!" An indifferent voice came from the hut, full of heaviness.

"Why do you have to work so hard, when it comes to the point of you and me, if you can't break through, it's no longer possible to make progress, why torture yourself?" The person who came was dressed in white, with a fan in his hand, and a handsome face, he was definitely the male god in the hearts of countless beautiful girls.

"Senior brother has been in retreat all year round, I'm afraid I don't know yet, Elder Taishang has accepted disciples again, and just yesterday, Taishang's newly recruited disciples actually defeated Senior Sister Ling'er, and their strength is no longer below you and me!" An inexplicable smile tugged at the corner of the man's mouth, looking full of danger.

"Oh? So what? What does it have to do with me? Zhou Jian's indifferent voice sounded again, as if it really had nothing to do with him.

"Haha, why should Senior Brother deceive himself, back then, you wanted to worship under the Taimen, but Taishang said that he would no longer accept disciples, but now he has broken the vows and accepted disciples, can Senior Brother just look at the past?" The man in white shook the fan in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was full of confidence.

"How can you see the past, how can you see it, Yin Lingqi, I know what you are thinking, but it's useless, you go, don't let me drive you away."

"Since the senior brother is so spineless, then the junior brother won't say anything, farewell!" The smile on Yin Lingqi's face became more and more obvious, leaving such a sentence, the whole person rose to the sky and disappeared, leaving only the silent rocks and thatched huts.

In the thatched hut, a young man with a beard on his face looked at the long sword standing in front of him expressionlessly, and called the names of two people in his mouth: "Yin Lingqi, Chen Qingyi... The green tendons on his hands bulged out because of unconscious movements, and they were full of violence.

On the other sword peak, Yu Weiwei took Yu Ling'er's jade hand, her figure was half a step behind, and she looked cautious, for fear that Yu Ling'er would eat her.

"Sister, I was wrong, don't blame me for being good, I really didn't know that the little thief's strength was so powerful, he actually could, he actually could... Speaking of this, it seems that he remembered something, and he didn't continue.

Yu Ling'er had a cold face and walked straight forward.

"Sister, sister!" Yu Weiwei watched Yu Linger ignore her, and couldn't help but be coquettish.

"You're the sister." Finally, Yu Ling'er spoke.

"Okay, good, then, good sister, you don't blame me!" Yu Weiwei watched Yu Ling'er finally speak, and her face jumped with joy, like a rabbit jumping out.

"You, start your retreat and practice now, in half a month it will be the Jiaolong Competition, if you can't get a good ranking, I see what you should do, you don't know the importance of the Jiaolong Competition!" Yu Ling'er couldn't beat Yu Weiwei after all, and said helplessly.

"Isn't there still a sister! What are you afraid of" Yu Weiwei didn't care a little, the boring cultivation was really unacceptable to her out-of-the-box character.

"You, the Jiaolong Contest is about the luck of the Xiaoxuan Realm, not only the younger generation of the human race is fighting, but the demon race will also be involved, when the time comes, the dragon and snake are mixed, how much can I help you, not to mention, the luck is fought for by yourself, only with more luck, can you go further on the road of martial arts!" Yu Linger said helplessly.

Scenes like this not only happened at the core disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but even the high-level leaders of several other major sects knew about Chen Qingyi's progress, and they were shocked one by one.

As a genius who has comprehended the power of the soul in our mortal realm, his existence has already attracted everyone's attention, and the slightest disturbance will attract people's attention, let alone such an amazing progress in such a short period of time.

No matter how infighting the human race is, in the face of the demon race, it is an iron plate, relying on unity, fearlessness and high-level vision, otherwise, the human race would have been wiped out by the demon race long ago.

From the perspective of the righteousness of the human race, Chen Qingyi is not only a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but also a descendant of the human race, one of the hopes of the human race, and it is natural that he should be concerned.

The major sects of the human race world have recalled their disciples one after another, gearing up to prepare for the Jiaolong Competition, and similarly, the demon race is also surging at the moment, and the masters are gathered.

In the unexpected Western Regions at the entrance of the human race, the land that has been infected by the demon qi into a black land has turned into a happy land for the demons, the further west, the more the demonic energy is getting stronger, and the level of the demons is getting higher and higher, and there are thousands of demons hidden in the dense black castle, these are the demon soldiers and demon generals of the demon race to conquer the world.

In the land of the West Pole, a black palace stood terrified, straight into the sky, boundless black gas continued to overflow from the castle, turned into rolling black clouds, spread to the outside world, and spread towards the unexpected boundary of the Western Regions, slowly eroding the small Xuan Realm, it is conceivable that once the rolling demon qi completely replaces the aura, then the small Xuan Realm will be like other spiritual realms, becoming another base camp of the demon race, and at that time, human beings are facing being reduced to food.

In the Demon Palace, the twelve thrones suspended in mid-air are particularly eye-catching, the twelve thrones are arranged in opposite directions, surrounded by the rolling demonic energy, suspended in mid-air with the support of the demonic energy, which looks extremely mysterious.

And at the end of the twelve thrones, a throne made of white skulls that is more than twice as large as the other thrones is also particularly conspicuous.

On that skull throne, a peak master of the Demon King shrouded in black robes sat on it, and the long demonic energy surrounded him, looking extremely terrifying.

And on the twelve thrones, eleven of them all have masters, all of them are demon powerhouses who make the human race powerhouses smell and change, and they are all the existence of the peak of the demon king!

"What? Hasn't the Demon Heart come yet? "A cacophony of metal rang out from the Skull Throne, as if a skeleton were speaking.

"The news has been passed to him, and the Demon Heart itself has left her nest and entered the Little Xuan Realm, it should be soon," a heroic man replied with a little respect, the closest position to the Skeleton Throne.

The man's appearance is almost the same as that of a human being, but the faint black flame that bubbles all over his body shows his identity race: the Black Flame Clan.

The demon clan determines its status by bloodline and strength, and having a high-level bloodline has a very high status in the demon race, and the high-level bloodline is also destined to be strong, and the black flame bloodline owned by the black flame clan is high-level and medium-level in the bloodline level of the demon race, looking at countless demons, it is also an extremely high-level bloodline.

But speaking of which, which of you who can become the peak of the Demon King will have weak bloodline power?

"Hmph, the Demon Heart has been getting worse and worse since it was defeated by the lowly human race surnamed Xie a hundred years ago, not to mention that there has not been much progress in strength, and the courage has become smaller, to assassinate a small human ascendant ant can fail, it is really more and more alive!" A cold snort sounded, and the one who spoke was a female demon with six hands, called Black Widow by the strong man of the demon race, and also a spider-man clan from a high-level bloodline.

"Giggles, does Sister Black Widow only dare to say bad things behind my back, why don't you say anything in front of my little sister" With giggles, a charming figure appeared out of thin air, followed by majestic coercion and endless cold light, forcing towards Black Widow. It was the demon heart that went to intercept and kill Chen Qingyi!

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