As soon as Xiao Jiange thought of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal an inexplicable smile.

I saw that his mind moved, and the figures of himself and Dao Wuxin began to blur and distort, and the sword that swallowed black and white light never touched Xiao Jiange.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and then a shocking scene happened.

I saw that Dao Wuxin actually appeared behind Xiao Jiange out of thin air.

The "boom" sound wave dissipated, and Dao Wuxin's sword fell, and suddenly a shocking sword mark suddenly appeared on the ground, which showed the power of this sword.

A sword missed, even if it was unintentional, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Xiao Jiange raised a palm, and a turquoise skull palm print suddenly manifested, and a move of the Northern Pluto Divine Palm coldly attacked Dao Wuxin, who was in a daze.

"Poof" hit with a palm, and Dao Wuxin immediately retreated a few feet away, spitting red in his mouth, and spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"You!" Dao Wuxin looked shocked, no longer looking indifferent before, he looked at Xiao Jian in disbelief and said

"Savage Breath, your Body Refining Beast Soul is a Void Beast!"

"The power of the Void that can transfer the Void across space!"

Dao Wuxin had already seen through Xiao Jiange's ability before and after in a moment.

As soon as these words fell, everyone around them showed surprise.

"Savage Demon Beast Void Beast!"

"Oh my God, he actually used the blood of the Void Beast to refine his body, how did he kill the Savage Demon Beast. ”

"It's hidden deep enough," Duan Yuran couldn't help but smile and said to himself.

"A very strong foreigner" Liu Qingfeng sighed in his heart, first Duan Yu and then Xiao Jiange, he felt a lot of pressure, after all, he was the only one left on his side of the Ghost God Sword Valley, and Liu Xin and Ming Xuan were defeated.

For Liu Qingfeng, of course, it is best to hold the Ghost God Sword Valley, and the Ghost God Sword Competition held by his own family is the best, and his own family has won the first place.

on the field

Dao Wuxin was shocked, and was about to drive away, but when he was about to leave, he felt a chill in his neck, and suddenly paused.

"You are defeated" Xiao Jiange sat on the back of the white jade qin, his hands on the qin, both hands were dripping with blood, caused by the previous playing of the qin.

When everyone heard this, they all stared at each other, only to see that at some point, two swords hovered in front of Dao Wuxin's throat.

One sword has a blue hilt, and the other has red lines flowing throughout, and both swords exude a powerful aura.

A handful of love, a handful of love.

Dao Wuxin looked at Xiao Jiange in shock, and his eyes revealed an unacceptable look.

Defeated, just lost, he hasn't tasted a trace of defeat since his debut, and then he lost so suddenly.

Dao Wuxin's eyes were in a trance, and it was a little difficult to accept.

"Hahahaha, defeated, I was defeated!"

Dao Wuxin's white hair was scattered, he sat on the ground, his expression was a little crazy, the sword of Broken Thoughts fell beside him, the hilt was as green as jade, and the bright sword body reflected the lonely figure of Dao Wuxin.

Everyone watched this scene silently, and no one said anything to mock, because they all knew that the two of them on the field were strong and staged a wonderful sword competition for them.

"Tick tock" A light rain falls, and the raindrops come overwhelmingly.

"Even the old man is taking pity on me," Dao Wuxin said in a low voice, his eyes lost his unrivaled confidence and invincible look, and Jian Xin began to be unstable.

"God doesn't pity you, but appreciates you. ”

"A true swordsman does not fall because of a defeat, and the sword heart is unstable" 000 literature

"If the sword is not abandoned, how can a man fall and not be able to bear it. ”

Xiao Jiange, who was wearing a mink coat, put away the white jade qin and came slowly, covered in blood, his face was pale, he waved his sleeves, and the two swords of love and affection were put into the sheath independently.

He slowly came to Dao Wuxin's body, signaling Dao Wuxin and said.

Dao Wuxin looked in the direction he signaled.

I saw that the Broken Mind Sword that was inserted on the side was trembling, revealing a fighting intent, as if it was inspiring Dao Wuxin.

Dao Wuxin looked at Xiao Jiange in shock.

"On the avenue, you and I go together" Xiao Jiange just whispered, stretching out his bloodied right hand to Dao Wuxin.

The corners of Dao Wuxin's mouth curled, and the world that was hazy by a little raindrop seemed to be clear at this moment.

He reached out and grabbed Xiao Jiange's right hand to get up.

Dao Wuxin's eyes once again bloomed with an invincible and confident look.

He stretched out his hand, and the sword was sheathed on its own.

"Today I am defeated by you, and I will meet him at the peak of kendo on the other day. Dao Wuxin said with a smile.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you. Xiao Jiange smiled indifferently.

"Let's go" Dao Wuxin laughed out loud when he heard this, and then passed by Xiao Jiange, and walked towards the outside of the Ghost God Sword Valley, clean and neat, without dragging mud and water at all.

Xiao Jiange looked at the departing blue-robed figure and couldn't help but sigh that he was worthy of being a ruthless swordsman.

The ruthless swordsmanship slashed the seven emotions and six desires, and Dao Wuxin came to Hell to have whatever he wanted, so the innocent swordsmanship was stained with a trace of dust, which was also the reason why Xiao Jiange was able to win.

The corners of Xiao Jiange's mouth curled, you won't be able to defeat me in the future, Xiao Jiange thought secretly in his heart.

Today, Dao Wuxin is defeated, Xiao Jiange has become his goal, he wants something, he wants to win, he fights again in the future, and he is still not innocent.

At the end of the competition, Xiao Jiange dragged back to Duan Yuran and the others with an injury, and Nangong Song and Dance hurriedly supported Xiao Jiange when he saw this.

With Xiao Jiange, Dao Wuxin's competition came to an end, and everyone around the sword cultivators knew that this round of sword competition was over.

"Start the next round of lottery" Jian Guzi said lightly, with a wave of his hand, several rays of light burst out of the air, and fell in front of Xiao Jiange, Liu Qingfeng, Huang Sanjian, Song Wujian, Duan Yuran, and the five of them.

Everyone shook their hands, and the light floating in front of them poured into it.

Suddenly, the light burst into flames, and a beam of light came out of the light, connecting with the corresponding beam.

Xiao Jiange stared intently, and the person connected by his beam couldn't help but be shocked, and his eyes were a desolate three swords dressed in black.

The three swords of the desolate showed a rare smile to Xiao Jiange, which was deep and terrifying.

Liu Qingfeng faced Song Wuji, and the two of them had a surge of war in their eyes.

Duan Yuran had another bye, which made him sigh again and again, he was lucky with shit.

In this way, the sword ratio of the next round is clear.

Jian Guzi looked at everyone, and after a deep groan, he said slowly, "You all have injuries, the next round of sword competition will be changed to a week later, when you recover from your injuries, you will go back to recuperate first." ”

As soon as these words fell, everyone retreated, and the dense crowd was scattered, and Huang Sanjian looked at Xiao Jiange, who was seriously injured and had not recovered from his injuries, in the crowd of people, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Jiange and the others also left with them and went to the guest room to breathe.

Jian Guzi looked at the departing Xiao Jiange with deep meaning, his eyes flashed, as if he was thinking about something.

When Xiao Jiange returned to the guest room, he sat cross-legged and breathed, wanting to recover from his injuries as soon as possible, Duan Yuran accompanied him to protect the Fa.