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"Don't let me down. Δ net."

Yu Hunt didn't say anything, and stretched out his right hand to stroke the edge of the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword. Immediately, he snorted in pain, and the blood flowing from his palm was already stained on the blade.

Next, there was no need for Ning Yue to command anything, he had already understood, and as soon as he retreated, the big bow in his left hand was raised again, the palm injury did not affect the flexibility of the movement, and the five fingers were drawn together, and three of the few remaining feather arrows in the quiver were put on the bowstring that was opened.

On the other side, Ning Yue smeared his blood with the edge of Dark Xuan, even if the medicinal effect of the Blood Yuan Pill was urging power in his body, he could directly use the power of Dark Xuan's seal, but after the blood sacrifice, there would be complementary effects, and the power would go up a notch.

However, even then, he knew very well in his heart that it was impossible for him to confront Yuwen Daoming, who had a half-blooded bloodline. Even if you sneak attack now, the success rate is less than 50%.

But he was able to do it by surprise, but not just that. Moreover, he is not alone.

Zheng –

The sword came out, and the roar was fierce.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Arrows, like meteors catching the moon.

There is no need to communicate, the tricks of Ning Yue and Yu Hunt are sandwiched left and right, and the timing is extremely tacit.

"In such a hurry to find death?"

In this regard, Yuwen Daoming snorted coldly, and slashed obliquely with his backhand, and the pitch-black mist condensed into a crescent-like cold light, roaring out, and the moment it swept through the air, a slender scratch cracked on the ground below.

"Finding the Gap."

Bite! Bite!

The moment the two feather arrows cracked, Ning Yue's body twisted and jumped up from above the crescent moon sword that had turned into a horizontal slash. Almost at the same moment, Feather Hunt pursued with an arrow, and the last one came, just before the crescent sword slashed, and hit the tail feathers of the last feathered arrow in front of him in a flash.

In an instant, the arrow whose tail feathers were hit lifted upward, castrated unabated, and flew towards the position where Ning Yue jumped up.

Good move.

Ning Yue secretly sighed in his heart, and his left foot suddenly stepped downward, just on the shaft of the feather arrow. With the help of the impact of that arrow, he went up a few meters higher, and looked down at Yuwen Daoming, who was already looking up below, with a hint of cunning on the corner of his mouth.

In this case, the conditions are almost the same.

The figure was pulled out to the highest place, and then, Ning Yue began to fall, and did not directly swing his sword with the help of the impact of the fall, but turned his head and blocked his back obliquely. In the next moment, a fierce wind stirred up from the blade of the sword, and a spiral air flow suddenly exploded in the void.

However, that airflow sword wind was not heading towards Yuwen Daoming, but bombarded the dim night sky in the opposite direction.

At the same moment, Ning Yue's left hand, which had been clenched before, finally spread out its five fingers, and in the palm of his hand, a dark red light flame soared and leaped.

"Sword Spirit, no problem, right?"

"I'll take care of the rest, master."

The corners of his mouth once again pulled up a malicious smile, and in his slightly narrowed eyes, a chill bred a solemn murderous aura. The person holding the sword at this moment was not Ning Yue, but the sword spirit.

In the fierce battle between the lightning and the fire, Ning Yue believed that the sword spirit could do better than him.

Sou!

The sword momentum fell from the sky, and under the agitation of the sword wind, the falling figure became even faster. At the last moment before the official confrontation, Yuwen Daoming shook his left palm, and shattered the arrow that Yu Hunt attacked again.

And in this moment, the sword spirit stroked his left hand, and the flames were all wrapped around the blade of the dark sword. Ning Yue's moves, she can all use this body to perform, any move can be.

Flame punishment sword cut, slash!

Falling meteors, the flames were blazing, and the indestructible edge of the dark Xuan was already hot and hot. Coupled with the all-out efforts of the sword spirit, such a sword descended, even if she was a strong person in the Wind Riding Realm, under the triple situation, she was seventy percent sure that she would be killed on the spot.

However, Yuwen Daoming is not comparable to the ordinary beginner-level powerhouses of the Wind Riding Realm, and there is also a demon bloodline called Forbidden surging in his body, although it is far less pure than Ning Yue, it is better than awakening for many years, and it has already been completely controlled.

Zheng!

As soon as the iron sword was raised, the sword momentum of the attack was also not weak. Even before the blink of an eye, he had used some of his strength to block the sneak attack of the feather hunt.

Bell –

In the next moment, the two swords collided, and the sword that fell from the sky was comparable to a flying fire meteor, and the destruction that smashed the earth was scorching and murderous.

However, that scorching sword intent, which was completely different from before, could only stop at the rusty iron sword that rose horizontally, and could no longer break through in the slightest.

The long sleeves were shaking, and the cold black mist tumbling on the surface of the blade gradually spread, and the slight darkness after fading enveloped every part of Yuwen Daoming's body, and the barrier had been condensed. A few slashes of scorching sword qi slashed through the surging sword qi from the side, but it only annihilated itself, and the faint black mist was unharmed.

The scorching flame flew away, and there was a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in the sword spirit's frowning brows. Yuwen Daoming's true strength is still above her expectations.

"It's a very strong blow, which combines several forces in it, and the coordination of the tricks is also perfect. If I had met you ten years ago, I would have groomed you to be the best half-demon dead soldier under my command. It's a pity that if I meet it now, I will only kill you! ”

Yuwen Daoming smiled playfully, holding the sword in his right hand steadily, and the five fingers of his left palm were spread out and then suddenly grasped, and another black mist lingered between his fingers.

But at this moment, a light whistling sound came from behind, and he didn't dare to hesitate, and his left palm changed his move to block behind him.

Bite!

As soon as the spear drilled and stabbed, the thirty-one who had been defeated before was not without the strength to fight again, and at this time, he was behind Yuwen Daoming, and the idea of making a move naturally appeared at this wonderful time.

The tip of the spear continued to stab forward, and the scarlet light reappeared, hitting Yuwen Daoming's palm and the black mist behind him, although it could not defeat it, it also made it fade a few points, and its strength decreased sharply.

"Sword Spirit, it's time!"

Ning Yue, who had witnessed all this, scolded and ordered, he did not have a delusional idea that he would be able to defeat Yuwen Daoming head-on with just one move of the Flame Punishment Sword Cut. The real killer move, waiting for this time. He firmly believes that as long as this side fights, it is impossible for Thirty-One to sit idly by.

The left hand flipped and shook, and at the same time, the sword spirit's shoulder sank, and the strange saber on his back suddenly fell, and was suddenly grabbed by the five fingers of his left palm. Immediately after, the blade slashed upwards and slashed upward.

In an instant, in the common sight of Sword Spirit and Ning Yue, all time flowed much slower, only the momentum of swinging the sword was still fast

The first type, instantaneous!

Dark Xuan's blow affected the entire user, not the ancient sword. Even the rest of the blades can still wield the power of instantaneous annihilation.

The target of the attack was not Yuwen Daoming himself, even if the black mist faded, this was the only chance, Ning Yue didn't want to bet on the barrier that was specially built for defense. His goal was other than that, and Sword Spirit had also sensed the clue, and the two had already determined the real target after the secret communication between the two in advance.

It was the rusty iron sword in Yuwen Daoming's hand, that was absolutely extraordinary, judging from the other party's tricks, it somewhat relied on the power of this sword. In addition, there is another key, in his attack, it is always the side of the blade that slashes at the enemy, and even if it is a backhand, it will twist the blade to change the direction.

Above the iron sword, the most conspicuous thing was the gap, the gap that almost broke the blade.

And here, it was Ning Yue's target, and it was the position where the sword spirit swung his sword and slashed. The more the enemy deliberately evades, the more it shows that it is the key, the weakness.

Clang!

At the end of the instant, the passage of time resumed, and in Yuwen Daoming's surprised gaze, a sword and a sword, one at a time, framed his horizontal sword. In particular, the strange saber slashed into the gap on the other side of the iron sword in the middle of the gap, which increased the gap of less than half of itself to nearly two-thirds.

However, in the end, there was still no one to cut off.

"Boy, don't get too aggressive!"

With a roar, Yuwen Daoming was about to urge a more powerful force in his body. At the same moment, his eyes widened and he saw the torn sleeves of his shirt flying in the sky. In front of him, the sleeve of Ning Yue's right arm was shattered, and on the bare arm, a trace of red light quickly swam through the veins and merged into the sword-wielding right hand.

On his chest, there was also a faint red light flickering through his clothes.

Bite!

The strength on the sword increased again, and under the double pressure, the saber below suddenly struck, and finally completely cut the crack on the iron sword, and forcibly cut the rusty blade in two.

At the same moment, Yuwen Daoming's breath collapsed, and the rear could not resist it, and Thirty-one seized the opportunity to drill the tip of the spear and stabbed it on the right side of his waist.

"Ahh

With a heart-rending scream, Yuwen Daoming's body tilted and he was almost about to fall.

The sword spirit would not let go of such an opportunity, and the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword twisted and stabbed, unimpeded through the last remnant of the black mist, directly stabbing the opponent's left shoulder, and striking out from the other side.

If it weren't for Ning Yue's deliberate confession to spare the other party's life, this sword would have pierced through the throat.

"I didn't expect that I would plant it."

Muttering viciously, Yuwen Daoming raised his head with a little difficulty and looked at Ning Yue in front of him at close range, and suddenly smiled again, and said, "You feel that my sword is wrong, so cut it off as a breakthrough." However, this sword of mine is not just broken and useless! ”

The next moment, he suddenly twisted his right hand and aimed the section of the broken sword at his face, while opening his mouth and sucking hard.

In the surprised eyes of several people, three wisps of black mist that were clearly visible to the naked eye suddenly emerged from the broken sword and were swallowed into Yuwen Daoming's mouth.

"Not good!"

The sword spirit sighed secretly, and the mysterious power injected into the dark fire hurriedly moved.

However, it was still a little slower.

Rumble!

A strong explosion shook around Yuwen Daoming's body, and a strong and majestic wind stirred up from his body, completely tearing the ragged upper robe.

Laugh at!

At the moment of retreating, the sword spirit did not miss the opportunity to get his hand, and secretly swiped up, cutting off the opponent's entire left arm from the shoulder.

On the other side, Thirty-One was not so calm, and instantly let go and wanted to give up the spear, but he was still unable to pull away in time, and was violently shocked by the surging wind, and the whole person rolled up from the deep pit depression, crashed into the broken wall behind him, and directly smashed it.

At the moment when the fluctuations were about to end, I saw that Yuwen Daoming, who was standing in the original position, was different, and the exposed thin body itself had swelled a little, and it looked like it had become a lot stronger. And wisps of black mist descended from his severed left shoulder, condensing into the shape of an arm.

"I never thought that this last form would be forced out here."

He snorted coldly, looked at Ning Yue, who was kneeling on the ground with a sword in front of him, and suddenly stepped forward.

But at this moment, Yuwen Daoming trembled, and a touch of shock reappeared on his somewhat hideous face.

"Why...... What the hell have you done to me? ”

Sneered and slowly stood up, and the sword spirit laughed playfully: "If you want to deal with me with the power of the demon clan, you are really bold. ”