"Good cultivation!" Luo Wu exclaimed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Jing Xuan laughed with his halberd, "Jing Xuan is flattered to be admired by his benefactor." ”

When had the people below seen such a cultivated spirit god power battle, even the aftermath was unbearable for them, and they all retreated to avoid the aftermath.

Jing Xuan's offensive was like a tide, wave after wave, Luo Wu was forced to retreat constantly, but the defense has been impermeable, without the slightest mistake, it seems to be down, but it is just the appearance.

It's Jing Xuan, it's impossible to stay at the peak all the time, this is just the peak state of the outbreak after all.

A knife slashed against the long halberd that Jing Xuan had chopped, the muscles on Luo Wu's arm bulged high, and the green tendons burst out, "Open!"

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The battle in the sky was no less than that in the canyon, the black iron puppet did not feel any pain, and between the swings of the iron fist, it shook the sonic explosion clouds, and the fist seemed to have a thin film attached to it, which could make every punch of the puppet hit the spirit of King Guan.

The places hit by the puppets will sink into it and shatter, but they will soon be filled with the figurative images of other places around them, and the figurative image of King Guan's spirit is slowly shrinking, but compared to its huge size, it is just a drop in the bucket.

The Qinglong Glaive Knife in King Guan's hand kept slashing at the puppet's body, leaving shallow white marks that did not affect the puppet's actions at all.

In fact, the most suitable weapon to deal with this extremely hard puppet is a blunt weapon!

The whirlpools and qi explosions formed by the explosion of Yuan Qi roared in the sky, but in terms of momentum, it far exceeded the battle scene below the canyon, and the incomparably loud battle explosion dispersed the clouds and mist.

The remaining family alliance forces below looked at each other, some people discussed continuing to walk along the canyon, and some people objected, according to the other party's posture, there must be an ambush ahead, just go up along the steep rock wall, but the towering and steep rock wall, due to the perennial waterlogging, caused by the damp and smooth, if it is a strong person in the Shenzang Realm, it doesn't matter, but it is not difficult for the Tiangang Realm martial artist to climb from this steep and smooth rock wall, and it is easy to have an accident.

And in their opinion, this arrangement must have exhausted all the powerhouses under Bai Yu, it is impossible for Bai Yu to have other spirit god powerhouses under him, and it is beyond their expectations to be able to have two spirit god combat power.

The contradiction of none of the leaders broke out instantly, and at this time, the back road was completely blocked by the battle between Luo Wu and Jing Xuan, and there were only two ways to choose forwards and upwards.

After a fierce dispute, the final coalition of hundreds of people decided to divide into two groups, one to go up and the other to move forward.

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Luo Wu laughed heartily, "That's how it feels, it's good, it's good!" The fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, and the warriors were eager for a hearty battle.

Luo Wu, whose fighting spirit is getting higher and higher, is like a treasure knife that has been sealed for a long time, and the dust on the surface is being wiped off the surface by wisps.

As the dust is wiped away, the hidden cold light of the treasure knife is constantly revealed!

The treasure knife has been covered with dust for 80 years, and once it is washed away, the cold light comes!

"Kill, kill, kill!" shouted three times in a row, and a tiger phantom appeared behind Luo Wu, accompanied by Luo Wu's long knife, the tiger roared and showed the three styles of fluttering and cutting. The sword light slashed out and turned into three fierce tiger lights and shadows in midair.

The light and shadow of the tiger seem to have its own life, and it is extremely agile between the fluttering and the exhibition.

The long, sharp claws slashed across the ground, and the ground was as fragile as tofu, and long marks were cut out.

"Roar!" The tiger roared silently and pounced on Jing Xuan, and the tiger in mid-air directly turned into a sword light, and its speed skyrocketed.

The three sword lights exuded the momentum of cutting everything, and everyone in the family who had left far away was clearly aware of the violent knife intent behind them, and there seemed to be a fierce tiger roaring in front of them, shocking the soul and scaring everyone.

And Jing Xuan, who faced this knife, had the strongest senses, and only the overwhelming sword light was left in front of him, and in the blur, this knife light turned into a demon tiger that opened its bloody mouth and chose people to devour.

Jing Xuan only felt that his soul was swallowed by the three things in front of him who didn't know whether it was sword light or demon tiger, but fortunately, he barely resisted the sense of being pulled by his soul with his solid will.

"Sword Soul!"

Jing Xuan couldn't help but exclaim, the sword intent entered the soul, that is, the sword soul. The basis of comprehending the soul of the knife is to comprehend the knife intent first, the knife intent is like a knife embryo, it is still very rough, after comprehending the knife intent, you need to constantly improve and enrich the knife intent, polish this knife embryo, as if constantly instilling and adding various precious materials in it, and finally the knife embryo is made into a peerless knife, this peerless knife is the soul of the knife!

The biggest difference between the sword soul and the sword intent is that the sword intent is just a hazy and vague will, while the sword soul already has its own shape and outline. The lethality and power of the two are not at the same level at all.

Thousands of people who comprehend the sword intent may not be able to reach the realm of the sword soul, which shows the rarity and preciousness of the sword soul.

The cyan qi surrounded the surface of the halberd, and the first sword soul slash shocked the halberd in Jing Xuan's hand and almost couldn't hold it and flew out, before he could ease his strength, the second sword soul slashed one after another, and he could no longer hold the halberd in his hand, the tiger's mouth hurt, the tiger's mouth was cracked, the halberd deviated, and he could only watch the last sword soul hit his chest.

The qi covering the surface of Jing Xuan's body was directly torn apart by the knife soul, and the knife soul brutally and brutally slashed through the muscles on Jing Xuan's chest, cut off the ribs, and deeply pierced into the internal organs.

The sword soul dissipated, but the sound of the sword and tiger roaring still reverberated faintly in the air.

The sword soul was cut out, and Luo Wu's whole temperament was completely reborn, and his sharpness was like a sharp knife.

At the bottom of the canyon, Luo Wu stood with a knife, although the veteran was old, his demeanor still existed.

There is a sword soul raging in the five internal organs, constantly destroying Jing Xuan's blood vessels and internal organs, and using the yuan force in his body to suppress the sword soul, after a long time, Jing Xuan finally suppressed the rough sword soul in his body, but his cultivation has two CDs to suppress the sword soul, and in the face of Luo Wu's next sword light, it is extremely difficult to resist.

Fortunately, the sword soul is not able to be used indefinitely, and after condensing the sword soul, a knife-like knife soul miniature will be formed in the body, and every time the sword soul is used, the power of the sword soul body will be consumed, and the sword soul can only be used after the strength is restored.

Of course, as the body of the sword soul in the body continues to grow, the recovery speed and the upper limit of the sword soul will also increase.

Blocking the big knife slashed by Luo Wu again, Jing Xuan took a few steps back, his chest rising and falling violently, and at this moment he felt extremely tired and tired.

The strength in the body began to fade, and the fighting spirit in the body was still there, but the strength dissipated from the limbs.

Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to wield the lapis dragon halberd, and the dragon roared and flew, but it was just the last glory.

Placing the halberd on the ground, Jing Xuan did not have any regrets and regrets on his face. Whoever kills, he will always kill him.

Looking up at the sky, the expression on Jing Xuan's face was extremely sincere, and his jet-black hair quickly turned white, dull grayish-white.

The breeze blew through the figure standing still, Jing Xuan's face was like a withered face, his complexion was extremely white, and his pupils were wide open, but they were extremely empty.

King of the Green Kite, died in the Rift Mountain Gorge.