Thousands of bone peaks towered majestically in the east of the ancient battlefield world, and countless monks flocked to the depths of the giant peaks like torrents, where a white dazzling light shot straight into the sky, illuminating the gray sky.

A thin young man, wearing a tattered wide black robe enveloping his body, his long white hair moved without wind, like a white galaxy waterfall, and the strange heavy pupils, especially the purple slight glow that shone from time to time in his right eye, gave people an extreme sense of awe.

"I want this grass. The young man raised his head, opened his strange eyes, and glanced at every monk present, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the powerful fighting spirit and belief were like a monstrous wave in his heart at this moment, faintly rising wave after wave.

"The miscellaneous fish from there dare to offend the heirs of my Middle-earth Sword House. A cold sword light flashed, and a gray edge pointed at Bai Ye's shoulder, Bai Ye was still standing there, his clothes were cut by the sword.

A striking white mark stood on his shoulder, and Bai Ye knew in his heart that this was the suppression of the cultivation realm, he was a low-level cultivator, and the other party, I am afraid that he already has the realm of the middle level of the Yuan Infant Stage, if it weren't for his demon body and strong body, if he was replaced by an ordinary monk, I am afraid that he would have already become a revenant soul under the sword.

A white-robed monk stood in front of Bai Ye with his hands in his hands, he looked at the white-haired young man in front of him with disdain, but he couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart, this young man was able to take the full strength of his eighth-layer strength with a low-level posture, I am afraid that there is really something.

However, since he is one of the followers of the young heirs of Jianlu's generation, then he has crazy capital.

"Megalomaniacal boy, you can die. The monk's face was gloomy, he knotted the mysterious seal method with one hand, and the gray sword qi swirled around his body, and finally turned into a gray crystal flying sword and flew towards the white night, this is his ten percent strength, this sword, he vows to kill this son.

Bai Ye smiled contemptuously, he raised his hand, and the white fireworks burned in his palm like a beating elf, and then he blasted directly at the monk, at this moment, the black and white demonic power rose up, and an ominous feeling lingered in the hearts of all the monks.

The white fireworks and the gray flying sword clashed in mid-air, and the gray crystal long sword that contained all the strength of the white-robed sword cultivator was instantly incinerated by the white flames.

"Young master, save me. The monk wailed, clutching his left arm in pain, and in a moment of breath the terrifying white flames threatened to burn all over his body.

Countless monks watched from the sidelines, none of them had any intention of making a move, all of them were watching.

An ice-blue edge streaked silently, and at the edge of the huge white vine, an even more terrible wail sounded. The monk clutched his left shoulder, and his arm was broken.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the white night, his eyes full of resentment. The cultivators were in an uproar, this white-haired boy who came out of nowhere simply refreshed their understanding of the realm. "It's me who can't discipline me. ”

The young master of the Sword House was expressionless, and he didn't care at all about the sacrifice of his followers. But the next moment, his words changed.

"Heavy pupils, when you see me today, you are willing to fight with me, my sword has not been unsheathed for a long time. The cold sword qi and sword intent were wrapped around the body of the young master of the sword house, and he stared at the white night, feeling happy to see the hunt.

Middle Earth Jianlu, cultivating the eight potentials of the heart sword, as the only descendant of the generation of Jianlu who has comprehended all the eight potentials of the heart sword at the beginning, his heart has long become cold, without the slightest emotion at all, what he yearns for is to challenge the strong, defeat, or perish.

All the knowledgeable monks present were shocked in their hearts, the existence of the double pupil has been a legend since the endless years, and they looked at the white-haired young man standing in front of the young master of the sword house at the same time, and looked at it carefully, sure enough, it was a double pupil.

"Actually, you can go together, I really want to know how strong the so-called super Dao geniuses are. Bai Ye smiled, three points of contempt, six points of provocation, and one point of cunning.

The young master of Jianlu was speechless, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Bai Ye, far away. A milky white afterimage detached from his body, and a terrifying sword intent surged from his fingertips, pointing straight at the white night.

Around the white night, countless white bones emerged, these white bones came from different creatures, including many dragon bones and skeletons of some creatures that only existed in legends, and the cold breeze blew up, making people shudder.

In the void, endless rivers of blood sprung up, and the blood of countless living beings churned in it, and finally condensed into a sea with a terrifying aura. In the meantime, a young man, with white hair and blood eyes, stood on top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, standing with his hands in his hands.

This is the meaning of heavy pupils, it is Shura Dao, although Bai Ye can't do the level of the Thousand Pupils of the Northern Darkness, but he is Bai Ye after all, the former Mo Cheng, for him, fighting with others in this way is really a bit of a bully.

A little bit of ice-blue light emerged from the world of the corpse mountain and sea of blood, like rootless duckweed, with their unique chill, attacking and killing the white-haired boy.

"Ten steps. The young master of the Sword House groaned, and together with his body, nine afterimages appeared, and a total of ten shocking shadows stood like brilliant stars in the world constructed by this white night, revealing supreme sword intent, shattering countless corpses and blood rivers to pieces, and finally competing with that boundless killing intent.

The boundless river of blood emerged, and above this heavenly dome surrounded by war, a big purple star appeared majestically, and an imperial will appeared, suppressing the young master of the Sword House. It was the power of the Ziwei Emperor Star, and as soon as it appeared, it immediately caused the Nine Immortal Shadows to shatter five of them.

For the remnants of these nine supernatural powers, Ziwei is the real star, and she is the emperor of the stars.

"Kill. The young master of the Sword House groaned again, and the boundless cold ice took him as its root, growing rapidly like a plant taking root and sprouting, and finally turned into a peerless ice giant sword, and blasted towards the white-haired young man standing on the bone mountain.

The cold killing intent permeated the air, even outside the heavy pupil world of the white night, some monks could feel it, and they couldn't help but wrap their clothes tightly, "This...... This is the artistic conception of the killing path, this kind of killing intent, I am afraid that only the killing of the Heavenly Killing Organization can be matched. ”

"Cut, you know what ............"

Some spectators exclaimed, while others disdained, thinking that the young master of the sword house was flashy. However, for them, they are always outsiders and will not understand the feelings of the young master of the Sword Mansion.

Bursts of red mist surged, releasing a terrifying killing intent, as soon as this red mist appeared, it immediately crushed the artistic conception of the young master of the sword house, the young master of the sword house was shocked, worthy of being a heavy pupil, if it wasn't for the fusion of killing and sword dao, I am afraid that he would lose this son in the artistic conception.

The world of the corpse mountain and sea of blood further evolved, and countless stars appeared above the sky, and the entire gray sky became completely dark in an instant, leaving only the starlight brilliant, like a sea of stars.

Bright and deep purple, rendered in the right eye of the white night, at this moment, his double pupils, one red and one purple, red bloodthirsty, boundless killing, purple noble, supreme emperor. "I told you you could go up together. On the high bone peak, the young man stroked the hair in front of his forehead and smiled again.

It turns out that the evolution of this world has actually enveloped all the people around here.

"Interesting boy. The blacksmith held his pitch-black hammer, a dark light wrapped his body, he looked at the other self in his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, even his god-transforming cultivation was actually affected by this young man who only had one side.

"It's worthy of my brother, it's too long-faced. At the blacksmith's side, the fat man collected his outfit and squatted with Orion, which, according to his own words, was over, but soon there would be a next.

"The shaft is arrogant. A purple-haired young man, his body exuded a purple glow, his aura gradually became stronger, he looked at the white-haired young man standing on the bone peak, there was a trace of anger in his eyes, in the eyes of the Ziyang Holy Son, this young man, too crazy.

If before, he saw that this young man and the young master of the sword house were in full swing, and there was still a trace of imperceptible battle intent in his heart, then at this moment, he only had angry killing intent in his heart, he himself was an arrogant person, this was the first time he had seen someone who was mader than him since the younger generation.

"Luo Tianshan River Map. "Unlike Ziyang Shengzi's personality, Yichenzi is more practical, so he chooses to shoot directly. A magical picture, covering the sky with the momentum of covering the sky, resisting the bombardment of thousands of stars.

"Little brother, leave your name. A woman's voice sounded, and the next moment, a woman with a cyan glow all over her body appeared beside the Ziyang Holy Son, she was the Qingyue Holy Maiden, and she was the outstanding person of the younger generation of the Northern Wilderness Ancient God Sect with Ziyang.

"Then you can listen up, my name, Mo Cheng. ”

Bai Ye laughed loudly, and thousands of sad thoughts flashed in his heart, and at this moment, he was full of emotion.

He was waiting for this moment, this realm was an ancient battlefield, I don't know what years ago, there was the curse of the witch clan and the filth of the bones left over from the flood period, and it had a huge bonus effect on his double pupil method, otherwise, he would not be able to provoke all the geniuses present here.

"Boom" all the people present lost their minds at this moment, and even the three fat men were not spared. They felt unprecedented fear, they could sense that it was the will of the Heavenly Dao that was angry, going crazy, and the entire Beifeng Frontier was shaking at this moment.

Laughing in the white night, how sad his heart was, everything in the past had become taboo.

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