The blade is slender and blue-black, and at first glance it looks like a sword, but if you look closely, you will find that it has a less obvious arc, and it is carved with strange patterns, which is very strange.

Bei Ying Yu stared at Yan Xingyu, his right hand clenched the hilt of the knife, the long knife pointed diagonally at the earth, and wisps of black mist churned around him.

This time, he was the first to move!

The body was like a ghost, leaving black afterimages in the air, and in just the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, appeared on the side of Yan Xingyu, and slashed it with a knife!

However, Yan Xingyu was motionless, and his face did not even change, but the corners of his mouth were filled with a touch of coldness.

While!

A shadow of fire flashed, and the black long knife shook violently, making a sound of gold and iron clashing!

In front of Yan Xingyu, a petite and delicate little firebird flapped its wings, and a pair of burning eyes carried a hint of agility.

Just now, it was it that blocked the knife of the Northern Stygian Feather with its beak!

Phew!

Flames suddenly erupted from the firebird's eyes, like two pillars of fire, with a suffocating heat!

The North Stygian Feather changed color and flew backwards, and at the same time, the black knife danced, drawing two black swords, colliding with the pillar of fire.

With a bang, the scorching pillar of fire was like a bamboo, and it smashed the sword in an instant, chasing after the North Stygian Feather!

Brush Brush Brush!

One after another black swords flew out, and Bei Ying Yu kept waving the black knife while flying back, wearing down the two pillars of fire.

It has been retreating for a full hundred meters before the momentum of the pillar of fire was stopped, and the Northern Stygian Feather had just secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next moment, the pillar of fire suddenly accelerated!

Bei Ying Yu was startled, but he could no longer dodge, and only had time to put the black knife in front of him. The next moment, the pillar of fire exploded!

Huge fireballs burned in the sky, the void twisted slightly, and wisps of black mist interspersed and entwined in it!

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the fireball, wanting to know about the situation of the Northern Stygian Feather.

"That firebird...... Jiang Han focused his attention on the firebird, and the look of surprise flashed in his eyes. There was some vague speculation, but I didn't dare to be sure.

What is certain is that the petite and delicate firebird is not a spiritual treasure, but is condensed by the power of the fire element!

However, this was what puzzled Jiang Han the most, because he keenly noticed that there was a hint of agility in the eyes of the firebird, which was incredible!

You must know that the meaning of agility can only appear in living beings. And the firebird condensed by Yuan Li could not be a living being.

"The power of artistic conception, combined with some kind of mysterious martial arts......" Jiang Han pondered.

He could feel that the firebird had a strong artistic conception of fire, but it was impossible to do this with the artistic conception alone!

Therefore, it can only be some kind of mysterious martial art!

"The Luofeng Emperor Clan has this kind of martial art, so the Heavenly Emperor Clan should also have it." A scorching color flashed in Jiang Han's eyes. He searched the system and found that there was no such thing as this at all.

That's what interests him the most about that kind of martial arts!

At this time. Not only Jiang Han, but also the others, such as Shadowy, Sword Without a Trace, Yun Poyue, and others, all had scorching eyes, staring at the little firebird, with a divine light in their eyes, with surprise and fiery.

This kind of martial arts. It's undoubtedly very eye-catching!

After taking a deep breath, Jiang Han took his gaze away from the firebird and looked at the huge fireball that was still burning in the sky, and the different colors in his eyes flashed.

This Northern Stygian Feather can compete with the Yan Xingyu. The strength is beyond doubt!

Moreover, his body seems to be shrouded in a layer of fog, which is incomprehensible, and from beginning to end, he has not used a mysterious and special martial art!

Always, it's the most common attack!

"Northern Stygian Feather ......" Jiang Han muttered softly, a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

That's normal!

More than half of the 1,000 people who came to participate in the friendly battle were outstanding and talented, and they were undoubtedly outstanding among their peers!

And with so many people, how could it be that only him, Tianming, Yumo, and Jingtian could use their martial souls to compete with the Martial King?

Jiang Han believed that Bei Ying Yu was the first dark horse to emerge, but it was by no means the last!

Of course, there may also be people who hold the idea of not showing their strength, and use an extremely inconspicuous posture to "reluctantly" get a place.

However, in the secret realm of gods and demons, there will be nothing to hide!

Jiang Han's eyes were full of light, and he said to himself in his heart: "The geniuses of the entire Tianwu Continent have gathered, I am looking forward to the real collision!" ”

At this moment, the fireball burning in the sky exploded, and the thick black mist overflowed, and the Northern Styx Feather floated quietly in the air, his clothes were a little tattered, and there were traces of blood.

But his face was calm and terrifying, and his dead eyes did not fluctuate at all, like a pool of stagnant water!

Bei Ying Yu gently raised the black knife in his hand.

Not far away, Yan Xingyu's pupils shrank slightly, his eyebrows frowned, and a touch of caution appeared on his pretty face.

She stretched out a jade hand, and the firebird spun in a circle in the air, slowly landing on her fingers, combing the feathers with the bird's beak, and there was a trace of agility in the flame pupils.

Just now, Yan Xingyu felt a sense of danger, which came from the body of the still Northern Stygian Feather!

Surrounded by flames, she actually felt a trace of coldness!

Bei Mingyu lowered his eyes, his black hair was scattered, he held the black knife in one hand, across his chest, and the other hand was slowly raised, caressing the pitch-black blade, rubbing the carved pattern.

Yan Xingyu didn't move, just stared at the North Stygian Feather, but the momentum on his body became more and more vigorous, and the scorching aura distorted the void, rippling like water.

In the huge ring, there is only the sound of flames burning, which looks very weird.

And none of the people watching the battle made a sound, and some people subconsciously held their breath, for fear of destroying this silence.

Countless eyes were glued to the North Stygian Feather and Yan Xingyu, their eyes did not blink, and everyone understood that next, I am afraid that it would be the thunder strike of the Northern Stygian Feather!

As one of the current protagonists, Bei Mingyu, as if he had forgotten to fight, just gently rubbed the blade, and his dead eyes were actually ...... It's softening!

That kind of gaze is very weird, as if he is looking at his beloved lover, and his eyes are reluctant to leave for a moment.

At this time, the momentum of the Yan Xingyu was already terrifying, the flames stained the sky red, and even the clouds in the sky turned a deep red, like blood clouds!

She was also motionless, as if she had made up her mind, as long as Bei Ying Yu did not move, she would not move.

In the middle of the night, just when someone was already starting to get impatient......

While!

There was a crisp sound, and it was the sound of Bei Ying Yu stretching out his finger and gently flicking it on the blade.

Everyone was shocked, is it finally about to start? Suddenly, everyone cheered up again, waiting for Bei Yingyu's next move.

Yan Xingyu's beautiful eyes revealed a solemn color, holding the little firebird in his hand, and the flames all over his body were even stronger!

But the next time, she froze.

"I throw in the towel!" (To be continued......)