Tang Yu and Duan Yiyi were both still, ignoring the form below.

Duan Yiyi was disdainful, but Tang Yu didn't dare.

Fighting against a long-famous Nine Realms peak sword cultivator, even he Tang Yu would never dare to relax his mind at all, and he had to go all out to find a chance to win.

But does that mean he's scared?

Tang Yu only felt that his blood was boiling all over his body, his battle intent was shaking all around, and the candle dragon in his hand trembled slightly, this was the ultimate desire for battle.

He, Tang Yu, has come to this day step by step, but he was not scared out.

Relying on you, Duan First-class, wants me to flee without a fight, that's wishful thinking.

Although Duan Yiyi's face was full of disdain, he was still slightly shocked in his heart.

The sword intent emanating from Tang Yu's body was not at all like what an Eight Realms sword cultivator could have.

is worthy of being the first person in the Eight Realms of Zilai State.

It seems that he still can't kill himself, as long as he can get that thing back to Ji Yun, let him solve the rest by himself. For the sake of a prince, he has to become a mortal enemy with such a promising sword cultivator, and he will not do this loss-making transaction.

As soon as he thought of this, Duan Yiyi's body was completely killed, and even the sword qi on his sword body dimmed a lot.

Tang Yu's mind had already been placed on Duan Yiyi on the opposite side, and the change in his state at this moment naturally couldn't escape Tang Yu's eyes.

Now he is at the peak of his fighting spirit, and he is in the best state all over his body, but at this time, you Duan Duan is first-class but you don't want to fight?

If you don't want to fight, then force you to fight.

Tang Yu stepped forward and took the next step.

The sword shines brightly.

Suddenly.

In the dense forest, a hundred zhang wind was set off, and a majestic sword qi that was several times thicker than the small snake that had grown larger rose into the sky in the form of a pillar of light, heading straight for Duan Yi.

Ji Cheng noticed the fluctuations behind him, and turned his head to look, his eyes showing horror.

If it was himself who was facing this sword qi, he was afraid that he would be seriously injured and dying in an instant, and there was no room to fight back at all.

Is this Tang Yu's sword?

It is the same eight realms, but the gap is too big.

The white robe on Ye Fan's body was whirring in the wind, and then he looked back at the snow-white sword qi that was like opening the sky.

Before, the young man felt that the sword that Zhao Qing of the Nine Hanging Sect slashed the heavenly thunder was already the ultimate that sword cultivation in the world could achieve.

Now I realize that I am really a frog at the bottom of the well.

Duan Yiyi saw this sword qi that was angry and bullfighting, and his expression also appeared a touch of solemnity, and the light blue flying sword on his side quickly returned to his body, using the sword qi as a cover, generating a blue barrier like a shield and mist, which looked extremely heavy.

The sword qi roared, and the snow-white pillar of light slammed into the barrier, and within a while, the barrier appeared with a slight crack, and then the crack suddenly increased, and it seemed that it could not be supported for long.

Duan Yiyi was indifferent to this.

He just waved his hand casually and said softly, "Jiuling Bing." ”

As soon as the words fell, the blue brilliance of the barrier was even better, and the barrier in the original mist form gradually formed into ice crystals, giving people a delicate and transparent beauty.

The snow-white sword qi couldn't advance in the slightest.

Tang Yu had been standing in place without moving, and a fierce sword qi poured down, and the ground under his feet turned into flowing water and tumbled violently.

Although he just stood in the air stunned, his eyes were still shining as always.

Let your gods and demons stop me in front of me, and I, Tang Yu, only need to have a sword in my hand.

It's invincible!

Tang Yu frowned slightly when he saw that the sword qi had never been able to break through the barrier, knowing that this move was meaningless. Then the long sword moved slightly, and the sword qi rainbow light all retreated, and disappeared in a short time.

Duan Yiyi put the light blue long sword in front of him and said slowly: "Jiulongling Tang Yu is worthy of his name. ”

The tone was completely different from the previous sentence, and it was obvious that he really regarded him as an opponent on the same level.

Tang Yu nodded, but accepted it calmly.

Duan Yiyi walked slowly in the sea of clouds, the light blue long sword in his hand gradually turned into a water sword, and then a cold air surged, and the water sword became an ice sword emitting bursts of white smoke, the ice sword was extremely smooth around the body, shining with a trace of blue light, at the moment when the ice sword was completely formed, Duan Yiyi's momentum soared, and the cultivation of the peak of the Nine Realms was fully revealed.

He thought for a moment and said softly: "Only win or lose, not life and death?"

Tang Yu nodded again, "Yes." ”

As soon as the words fell, the ice sword came quickly, and the speed was so fast that a sonic boom sounded in the air. Tang Yu's pupils shrank, and the candle dragon stood in front of him, and then he was repelled several feet by a strong force.

Tang Yu shook his right hand, which was a little numb, and then raised his head suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Nine realms, barely enough to be my sword grinding stone.

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The battle between the two sword immortals was in full swing above everyone, and so were Ye Fan and the others below.

The body of the little snake suddenly became larger, and its originally cute appearance showed its sacredness and majesty after revealing its body, and it opened its huge mouth and roared angrily at the old man in black in the sky.

A few black smoke under Ji Cheng's sleeve robe dragged the black tail and quickly swept towards the little snake.

The black smoke emitted by the old man in black seemed to be the same as the black smoke on the Broken Water Mountain, but the weirdness was two extremes, extremely difficult, just more than ten black smoke trapped the little snake to death.

The group hugged each other tightly, staring vigilantly at the old man in black who was slowly floating towards everyone.

Zhongli held the rainbow sun in his hand, the body of the long sword was filled with red sword qi, and his face was heavy.

Ji Cheng was expressionless.

Zhongli knew that he would never be the opponent of this old man in black, but he was the only one who could step forward to block one or two of this group, and he would fight even if he couldn't beat him.

Zhongli gritted his teeth, stepped out, and slashed at Ji Cheng with a long sword in his hand.

The black-clothed old man had a face full of disdain, and two black smoke floated out of his sleeve robe to block the attacking red flying sword, and then the aura gathered in the palm of his hand, teleported to Zhongli's body, and slapped it with one palm.

The moment his palm touched Zhongli's chest, the old man spat out a mouthful of blood, the long sword almost came out of his hand, and one staggered and collapsed to the ground, losing his combat effectiveness with just one face.

The powerhouse of the Eight Realms is terrifying!

Wei Cheng lightly grasped the long knife, frowned and muttered, "Evil skill?"

Ji Cheng turned his head slowly, but when he heard Wei Cheng's words, he bowed his head slightly and said, "Yes, the path that the old man has cultivated is an evil skill." You are a man who has some eyesight, as long as you stand by and don't meddle in your affairs now and throw yourself under the door of the third prince of Dayan, the old man will spare your life and ensure that you have a bright future in the future, what do you think?"

For Wei Cheng in front of him, Ji Cheng always had a strange intuition for some reason.

Don't take the initiative to provoke him.

Obviously, he was just a sword cultivator with a serious injury in the Seven Realms who had not healed, why did he give himself such a feeling?

Whatever the reason, the old man was willing to give him a little kindness.

Wei Cheng didn't pay attention to him, but turned around and said to Ye Fan, who was full of weight: "Stinky boy, wait a minute, I'll make a knife move, you can see it clearly, you can remember as much as you can." But my injuries haven't healed yet, so I can't guarantee that I will be killed with one hit, and I will have to pick up the girder when the time comes. ”

Ye Fan nodded heavily, and then asked with some doubts: "But what's the use of me learning the knife technique?"

Wei Cheng glanced at Ye Fan, and said angrily: "One law is all over ten thousand laws, don't be so brainless, okay?"

Ji Cheng saw that this man was ignoring his kindness, his face became more and more gloomy, and he said slowly: "Don't blame the old man for killing him!

As soon as the old man's words fell, more than ten jet-black black smoke appeared around him, and the thickest part of each black smoke was a white skull faintly appearing, which looked extremely infiltrating.

Wei Cheng suddenly clenched the iron knife he was carrying, and an inconspicuous white knife qi enveloped the iron knife's body.

The man took a few steps forward, didn't turn his head, and shouted: "Ye Fan! Duan Xiaomo!

Duan Xiaomo suddenly raised his head when he heard his name.

I saw that the aura of the originally extremely ordinary and ordinary man suddenly turned sharply, like a sword that opened the sky, standing here, wanting to cut this heaven and earth into two.

Then the man bent his knees slightly and slammed forward, and the ground cracked a few marks with such force.

The long knife in Wei Cheng's hand was unstoppable, like thunder, and went straight to the old man.

Ji Cheng couldn't help but change his face after feeling Wei Cheng's breath, and hurriedly summoned all the black smoke in his sleeve, and more than a hundred thick black smoke surrounded Ji Cheng tightly. The old man was still a little uneasy, so he took out a few defensive talismans of good grade from the storage and used them one by one to block in front of him. Those talismans formed a barrier of different colors, looking colorful and with a somewhat strange beauty.

The iron knife came as promised, and the first barrier shattered directly like white paper, and the second and third layers were still the same.

It didn't take long for the barrier to dissipate, and then the iron knife slashed the thick black smoke, and the black smoke that touched the iron knife dissipated one by one, and a miserable howl sounded.

Ji Cheng, who was in the center of the black smoke, knew his situation the most, the power of that knife was too terrifying, and he would definitely not be able to resist it, at this time, it was better to take the best policy, there was a first-class situation here, and there was no way to mess up here.

It's just a pity that I've accumulated decades of accumulation.

Ji Cheng made up his mind, his mind moved slightly, and he sent all the black smoke in front of him, and then his aura shook and he quickly fled into the distance.

Looking at the increasing black smoke around him, Wei Cheng's face remained unchanged, he took a deep breath and calmed down.

He shouted softly, "The gods open the heavens." ”

Suddenly, the long knife in the man's hand was full of light, and the sword aura grew wildly, and it actually covered the demeanor of the two sword immortals.

Then Wei Cheng just slashed forward.

A silver-white sword qi about ten zhang long galloped away with a thunderous momentum.

The black smoke had long since dissipated, and Ji Cheng had long since disappeared, and that sword aura seemed to be out of reach.

Ji Cheng looked back and saw that the sword qi was still some distance away from him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his lower back.

Ji Cheng looked down in a daze, only to see that his lower body had disappeared, the incision was smooth as a mirror, and a little blood was dripping from time to time.

He raised his head again, looking at the sword qi that was still rushing in the distance, and was stunned and didn't know why.

A breeze blew, blowing Ji Cheng, who was full of doubts, into the sea of clouds and falling straight to the ground.

In the moments before he died, the old man suddenly understood.

It turned out that the speed of the knife was faster than the light.