As the powerful qi surged, the Heavenly Sword Formation was shattered, and at this time, the people of Xiaoyao had lost the skills they relied on, and the next step was to secure their destiny. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Save their strength and drain their energy." Xiaoyao hurriedly ordered, and then he found his target, which was the black-robed man in front of him with a contemptuous look.

Yin Xingxiu's fierce reputation shocks the Quartet of the human world, and its strength is more than Tong Yang, quite has the momentum of the five human worlds, for its fierce deeds, I have heard of it before I am free, and at this time in the face of its disciples, I dare not slack off, after all, there are no weak soldiers under the strong generals. Before, he was able to reluctantly accept the three tricks of **** Xingxiu, all of which relied on the secret book of Zhu Xian, but now he can only show his own strength and fight with it. Although he knows that the odds of winning are not great, he is not completely unconfident, after all, he has a mysterious sword duel that transcends the five directions!

"It's ridiculous that you're dying and struggling when you're dying, it's ridiculous." At the end, the black-robed man laughed arrogantly.

Xiaoyao's body was slightly bowed, one pair was holding the Zhuxian Sword, and the other hand was clenched into a fist, his eyes showed inexplicable interest, and he couldn't stop looking at the black-robed man who was standing proudly.

"Since you have decided that I must die, can you tell me where Wu Liang is before I die." Xiaoyao slanted his eyebrows slightly, revealing a free and easy appearance, and said jokingly.

"Tsk... It seems that the sect leader is right, if you are not eradicated as soon as possible, it will eventually be a disaster. The black-robed man shook his head as if he had just met Xiaoyao, and admiration arose.

A pair of blood-colored eyes of a yin owl kept looking up and down at the fascinated young man in front of him.

Xiaoyao groaned, his eyes were surprised but he didn't answer, obviously unable to guess the meaning of the black-robed man's words.

"Baiyun Village was slaughtered, and seeing the tragic death of the relatives who raised you, and now you can act like no one, should I be as strong as your heart? It's still a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs. The black-robed man's joking words, like spikes, instantly hit Xiaoyao.

I couldn't help but feel a monstrous wave surging in my heart, and I just felt that my heart was stuffy. Before, because of the danger and high mental tension, he temporarily forgot about the deep hatred, so that now he was mentioned again by the black-robed man, and suddenly the murderous machine poured out, and a pair of resentful eyes full of murderous aura looked directly at the black-robed man.

"Give your name!" Said categorically.

The senior brothers behind him, although they were divided into four waves and attacked each other on the black-robed people, everyone had a trace of their minds and listened to the conversation between the two of them. When they heard the black-robed man say the previous words, everyone's hearts trembled, and they secretly thought that they were really angry this time.

"Evil wind" the black-robed man said in a slightly relaxed tone, he thought that he had already figured out the details of Xiaoyao, so he was extremely contemptuous at this time.

"Then I'll sacrifice them with the two of them first."

As soon as the words fell, he raised the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, and Xiaoyao was like losing his mind, and pounced violently, a sword was swung out, and the second sword was received like a storm, the third sword, the fourth sword...

The black-robed man named Evil Wind, his figure flashed and flickered, and he easily dodged the fierce sword momentum, and his body was free, and he didn't take the angry young man in front of him in his eyes at all.

"As far as your three-legged cat's kung fu is concerned, if you don't have a secret method in your body, how can you resist my senior brother's three moves." The evil wind dodged the sword that came at the head, and slightly felt that the sword momentum of Xiaoyao was constantly strengthening, and he was suspicious in his heart, although he was still sure that Xiaoyao would not be able to release the secret method again, but he still did not dare to underestimate the enemy. Suddenly, the evil aura skyrocketed, exuding an unrivaled evil aura, and said in a deep voice, "But this time, you won't be so lucky." ”

The words of the evil wind were like a gang of black gangs, and they woke up violently, and their bodies jumped back, and then the Mahayana Heaven Breaking Sword opened in his mind. Just in case, Xiaoyao even transferred the power of the purple spirit, and the bloodline was quickly merged into the Zhuxian Sword.

The movements of the two were completed in an instant, so that as soon as the two of them looked at each other, they both saw the majestic momentum of each other's mutations.

"Evil Wind" clenched his teeth, and two people jumped out of his lips coldly. A pair of fiery and cold eyes were like a giant mouth in the abyss, eager to swallow the person in front of them in one gulp.

Evil Wind glanced at it contemptuously, although he felt the powerful momentum of the sudden change, he still didn't think it was a pestle.

"Nine Peerless Emperor Miasma." The evil wind exhaled lightly, held out his palms, quickly pinched the secret, and suddenly shook one side, and the evil spirit's qi quickly condensed in his palm, and the surrounding air also became chaotic because of the sudden fluctuations.

When he stared at it, he couldn't see the appearance of the evil wind clearly, and the scene in front of him was torn apart by the afterimage. With a pang in his heart, he immediately held his breath and concentrated on the sword decision of the minister's sky-breaking sword.

"Broken People"

"Breaking the Ground"

"Breaking the Sky"

With a clear drink, Xiaoyao's figure danced more psychedelicacy, and the Zhuxian Sword was once again filled with spiritual power, exuding the dazzling style of the past. With each move of the sword duel, it essentially left a series of phantom swords in front of him.

After several days of speculation, Xiaoyao's comprehension of the sword duel has improved, and he always faintly feels that the last time he competed with Shui Feng, he did not show his true sword power. And since then, this matter has been entangled with him like a demon in his heart, so that one day, the sudden inspiration is to realize the magic machine in it.

Coupled with the strange feeling brought about by today's sword duel, it made him even more convinced that the subtle power of Mahayana was the change in his state of mind. The last time I tried with the water seal, I didn't have the intention of killing, so the power released was not very ideal. And this time, with the murderous intent under the chest, the true power of Mahayana breaking the sky was suddenly exerted.

In addition, with the help of Zhu Xian, who has restored the aura of the artifact, Xiaoyao's heart is full of confidence, and between the rise and fall, it is natural, and it feels extremely smooth, and there is no trace of procrastination.

I don't know when, the earth-shattering power of the two of them shocked everyone, attracted the eyes of the watchers, and they couldn't help but stop, and used their spiritual power to protect the blood veins around their bodies, so as not to be affected by the power of the collision.

"Out" The evil wind took the lead in shouting, and then the palms softened together extremely quickly, and the two thick ink-like light waves suddenly became manic, and with the combination, there were bursts of calm air waves.

Although there was an abrupt roar, after resounding through the realm of the void, the evil wind held up its palms, and a solid beast like an evil dragon climbed out, slowly circling, opening its huge mouth, revealing its fangs, and attacking directly at Xiaoyao.

Facing the strong air pressure coming from the wind, Xiaoyao's heart sank violently, and suddenly burst into bursts of devouring anger, and he shouted "disease"

Several phantom swords in front of him, as if full of spirituality, heard the master's command, and with a bang, with the power of breaking through the sky, they stabbed towards the dragon's head with flying hair.

A spiritual power of comparable strength suddenly appeared between the two, and several Immortal Illusory Swords were connected in a line, piercing Long Wei's defense little by little.

The giant dragon danced and shook its head from time to time, sending out a momentum comparable to that of others, and then floated slightly in the air, an incomparable evil wind, and the blood-red eyes were beating brightly and darkly. It is evident that it is instilling the evil spirit of the successor into the dragon.

The people of Ziming and the other four evil spirits in the clouds and mist have already divided into two factions and are standing on the edge. After all, this time is about the life and death of both sides, and the winning side can get out of this cloud barrier, while the defeated side will be annihilated in this ghost realm where there is less than half a light in the eternal world.

The atmosphere was slightly stalemate for a while, and Xiaoyao separated his thoughts, probed into his body, and checked the abundant spiritual power of Zhu Xian in his body. Suddenly, the thought in his heart suddenly arose, and he secretly thought that at this time, since he had transferred all the pure purple spirits in the Zhuxian Jade Spirit, there was no follow-up power, so he might as well go all out.

Then his eyes shot towards the evil wind, and seeing that he was still at ease, without the slightest trace of defeat, he couldn't help but have a touch of determination on his delicate face.

The body went with his heart, and he raised the Zhuxian sword with his backhand in front of his eyes, and the sword finger of his right hand poked out at the center of his eyebrows lightly, and then the Sanskrit font on the ancient sword body faintly emitted a mysterious light.

As all the spiritual power around Xiaoyao's body merged into the Zhuxian Sword, the Sanskrit text immediately emitted a full light, and the sword body trembled slightly.

"Breaking the Sky"

Xiaoyao's slender arms fell, and his clenched fists suddenly opened, and in an instant, a resolute thought ignited the rolling spiritual power in the Zhuxian Sword. The cold light of the tip of the sword flashed away, and then it shot out, breaking through the little remaining phantom sword body, and once again unleashing the Mahayana Heaven-Breaking Sword Style.

The evil wind hesitated, and didn't have time to react, and the powerful Zhuxian Sword had already broken through the dragon's power unimpeded, penetrating from the giant mouth, and with each point of advancement, the dragon body condensed by the evil qi also dissipated a point.

The blood-red eyes of the evil wind were finally hidden in the miasma of the evil wind that spread out in all directions.

The Zhuxian Sword coldly penetrated from between the eyebrows of the evil wind, and then suddenly turned around, and shot back to the place, Xiaoyao raised his hand to hold the gorgeous sword handle, and felt the spiritual power transmitted into the body from the palm of his hand, and suddenly a strange feeling that had never been seen before suddenly came out.

"The next one is Situ Yin." Xiaoyao looked at the evil wind that was like glass, broken piece by piece, and looked at himself.

Then he turned horizontally and shot at the four remaining black-robed people, with a heroic momentum, which suddenly frightened the four of them.

After Ziming, Peng Yangze and the others saw Xiaoyao shoot the evil wind with one blow, they were all shocked by the strong momentum he displayed, and they looked at the young man who was above everyone with wide eyes in astonishment.

It was only after he turned around that he was free, and then he immediately rose up and surrounded the remaining four black-robed people. Everyone glared angrily, but they didn't know what to do, and their inquiring eyes looked at the leisurely ones who were slowly coming.

After the return of the Zhuxian Sword Spirit, Xiaoyao did not have the slightest sense of fatigue after the move, but had a sense of calm mood, and his own strength was also clearer.