Lingyue came back to her senses, handed Yu Aleng over to the people of the Lingren Pavilion to take care of, and then buckled her sword and stood up, turning into a red shadow, rolling the sword light towards the river Jiao.

As a result, he was stopped by Dugu Jing.

"Ji Yu can't beat him, are you going to die?"

Ling Yue's eyes were red, and she scolded: "I want to avenge my son, you coward!"

Dugu Jing narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you know that if you dare to kill, if you dare not you will live?"

Ling Yue said angrily: "How can I be your kind of ungrateful person, who can give up his companions in order to survive. ”

Dugu Jing asked, "How did you know he was dead?"

Lingyue said, "Didn't you just see Childe being beaten into the river?"

Dugu Jing smiled bitterly: "Ji Yu's fall into the river does not mean that he is dead." ”

Ling Yue said coldly: "If you don't let go again, don't blame me for being unkind." ”

Dugujing's eyes were firm, and he still didn't let go.

At this time, Ling Yue came out with a sword.

A dazzling sword light stabbed towards Dugu Jing's head, but Dugu Jing did not fight back or let go.

That sword light didn't make up his mind in the end, and killed Dugu Jing with one sword.

"Let it go!" Ling Yue drank coldly.

"Don't let it go!" Dugu Jing said categorically.

At this moment, a sword light came from the north, went straight into the city within the city, and fell to the side of Ling Yue and Dugu Jing.

Dugu Jing and Lingyue stopped arguing.

The sword light dissipated, and a short, lame, hunchbacked old man appeared in front of the two.

The one who came was the commander of the first-line heaven, that is, the Western Chu royal family worshiped the sword swallower.

Ling Yue and Dugu Jing were stunned and just asked for luggage.

Suddenly, the figure of the sword-swallowing person moved, and it was a hand knife that stunned Ling Yue.

Lingyue fell into Dugujing's arms like this.

Dugu Jing, who was holding a beautiful woman, looked at the sword swallower and was a little puzzled.

The Sword Swallower said leisurely: "Regardless of the life or death of the Nine Emperor Princes later, don't let her commit suicide." ”

Dugu Jing nodded: "However, I still believe that he will not die." ”

The Sword Eater thought it was a little amused and smiled and asked, "Why?"

Dugu Jing said: "The person who can defeat me will not die so easily. ”

The sword swallower was stunned, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "There is a bit of style of your uncle Dugu Guanlan." ”

The sound fell, and the sword swallower once again turned into a sword light and rose into the sky.

That sword light dragged a long tail shadow in the sky, as if it had become infinite.

The voice of the sword swallower resounded between heaven and earth: "Little demon, don't hurry up and catch it." ”

He Jiao roared: "Call Shangguan Xiao'er, come out to see me!"

"Look for death!"

The sword swallower shouted coldly, and suddenly several sword lights broke through the air towards the river jiao.

The power of these sword lights is naturally not comparable to the disciples of Ji Yu, Dugu Jing, and Ling Yue.

The river Jiao showed a cautious look, and the seemingly huge and bulky body swayed dexterously, and the river waves were surging.

However, those sword lights directly cut the river waves, wanting to cut the river Jiao into several sections.

At this moment, the river Jiao began to spit.

Suddenly, those river waves began to freeze rapidly, blocking those sword lights in them.

He Jiao laughed: "How many swords can you play, isn't it amazing?"

The sword-swallower stood in the air, his sleeves fluttering, and suddenly his mouth opened, and he spit out a small flying sword.

The flying sword was blood-red, as if it had been soaked in blood, and as soon as it left the body, you could feel the thick bloody aura.

"Go!" With the sword-swallower's finger, the flying sword suddenly turned into a piercing red light, cutting through the void and heading towards the river Jiao.

Those ice walls were cut open by the blood-colored flying sword like sliced tofu.

That river Jiao finally realized that he could play with a few swords, which was really amazing.

As a result, fear appeared in its eyes.

Because he knew that the blood-colored flying sword could really kill it.

The sword broke through the sky, and when the river Jiao was about to abscond, it easily pierced the indestructible scale armor of the river Jiao, and a bloody arrow rushed out, making the river water, which was already a little bright red, even more red.

He Jiao was furious, and under the mind of the sword swallower, the bright red flying sword broke through the air again and folded back, wanting to give River Jiao a second sword.

However, how could the river Jiao be caught with his hands tied?

It roared, and the whole city shook three times.

A bloody mouth came towards the Swordeater, and of course it wasn't meant to bite the Swordeater to death.

Because it spewed out a chilling frost.

Seeing this, a trace of contempt flashed in the sword-swallowing man's eyes, and the blood-colored little flying sword turned into a one, one into two, two into three, and three into ten thousand swords.

Countless blood-colored sword shadows headed towards the Xuanshuang, and suddenly the thick Xuanfrost was slashed into countless frost mist and dissipated into the air.

He Jiao finally knew that this short-legged old man with a lame hunchback and a flying sword in one hand was not something it couldn't deal with.

In the face of life and death, who can hesitate.

So, the river Jiao turned his head directly and burrowed into the river, no longer fighting with the sword swallower.

"Want to run?" the Sword Eater sneered.

Then, those flying swords, whether they were real swords or sword shadows, broke through the river to chase the river Jiao.

In just an instant, the river Jiao was nailed into the beauty river by the countless flying swords, and for a while, the blood was stained red, and the river of the beauty river.

A clear river turned into a river of blood in the blink of an eye.

"You're going to kill me. He Jiao said weakly that it could no longer run.

A sword light illuminated the banks of the Beauty River, and the sword-swallower fell.

"Do you think it's possible?" the Swordeater thought it was a little funny, and prepared to talk to the dying river Jiao.

He Jiao said: "I know that you people from the Donghua Continent will not be forgiven when you encounter Beiming demons, but you can't kill me." ”

The Sword Eater laughed, it was the funniest joke he'd ever heard in his life.

River Jiao naturally knew that the Sword Swallower didn't believe it, so of course it had to show it.

I saw that on its large, broken, blood-stained body, the scales continued to open and close under its control.

The Sword-Eater's laughter came to an abrupt halt as it saw the crimson colors that Ji Yu had left on the river Jiao.

Those crimson colors were under the scales of the river jiao, flowing like thunder and lightning, and then grabbed the wound of the river jiao, and quickly burrowed into the river jiao's body.

As a result, it's very painful.

As a result, its already hideous face became even uglier.

"Who fought you before?" asked the Sword Eater, somewhat shocked.

He Jiao sneered: "Apart from the descendants of your human race, who else can there be?"

Of course, the Sword Swallowers knew that it was the descendant of their human race, but there were too many people who had fought with Hejiao before, which junior left it?

Sensing the change in the sword swallower's expression, He Jiao let out a disdainful laugh: "I didn't expect that among the descendants of your human race, there are also people who practice the demon skills of the Beiming Continent. ”

Its tone was full of sarcasm.

Donghua Continent, generations of Beiming demons are ashamed, and they are unforgiving, and now there is a descendant with Beiming's peerless demon exercises, it is a great shame, how can it not laugh wildly?

The Sword Eater seemed to be unable to stand the ridicule and ridicule of the demon beast, and his face became colder and colder.

He said coldly: "If you don't say it, I'll kill you now!"

He Jiao's smile suddenly stopped, a cold glint flashed in its eyes, and its face was full of hideousness.

"Then you will die!"

As soon as the words fell, the river Jiao, which was already dying and about to die, suddenly burst out, and it was like a tiger pounced on a rabbit, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced towards the sword-swallowing man.

Who would have thought that after a series of battles, a demon beast that was heavily injured by hundreds of flying swords, eroded by demonic power, and stained a river red with blood, could still be so violent?

The Sword Eater couldn't think of it, so he was a little caught off guard now.