A terrifying aura covered the general's entire body.

It was to hide his trembling hands at this time.

After all, he is not a Demon Lord, even if he has a hundred demon sticks in his hand, there is absolutely no way to exert the huge power of the Demon Lord.

Luo Ning is not Yi Shui Han, if it weren't for Yi Shui Sword Intent to help him, I'm afraid this sword wouldn't be able to leave this mark on this hundred demon sticks.

But since this mark was left, it means that although Luo Ning seems to be seriously injured, the night demon under his sword is also injured.

......

A faint night breeze blew up countless sword intent between the two.

Luo Ning grinned as he bared his blood-soaked teeth.

He just felt so happy!

When Yi Shuihan's sword slashing demon lord left this sword mark, he probably felt this way.

Luo Ning looked at the night demon and said calmly and very seriously, "Now it's time for me to ask that question." ”

That sentence?

The Night Demon frowned, a little puzzled.

Luo Ning slammed the Qiushui Sword again, and a sword intent that was even more powerful than the previous sword intent rose into the sky again.

Luo Ning stood in the midst of this sword intent.

In the midst of the ruins, a corner of Yi Shuihan's sword robe was exposed, and then the pale blue water color fluttered in the air like a flag.

Luo Ning looked at the Night Demon and Sycamore and asked, "Who else?"

......

Yang Mubai pointed at the acupuncture point on his right arm with his hand and temporarily stopped the bleeding.

He raised his calm face and looked at Xue Qi.

Now his words still seem to echo in the night sky: Is it worth it?

"I never knew what was worth it or not. ”

Yang Mubai stood up, and then protected Luo Wuwu behind him.

He didn't scold like Luo Ning did, and then raised his sword and slashed.

He doesn't scold, and he doesn't have the same opportunities as Luo Ning.

"As long as it's justified, I think it's worth it. ”

Yang Mubai raised his leg and kicked his broken arm aside like kicking garbage, without even any pity in his eyes.

Zhengli pointed his sword forward, and then the aura in his sword fetus suddenly skyrocketed, and then exploded violently.

The sword tire exploded, which is unacceptable to any person in Jian Yuan, although this will not die, but it is also destined to be destined to have no chance with cultivation in the future.

The sword fetus condensed in the past few years is incomparably precious to any Jianyuan disciple.

But Yang Mubai blew up his sword tire lightly at this time.

Blood spurted from his mouth, and he looked at Xue Qi with a smile on his face.

At the moment when the sword tire burst, he held the sword in his hand and slashed over, and there was no sword trick or sword move on this sword.

Yang Mubai can't use a sword with his left hand, so he looks clumsy and struggling.

However, the power generated by the moment when the sword fetus shattered was also something that Xue Qi could not careless.

Xue Qi categorically didn't expect that this young man with a broken arm would blow up his sword tire so lightly.

The vigilance on his face suddenly rose, and then he knew that as long as he didn't get close to Yang Mubai at this time, when his power disappeared, he would be considered victorious.

Because Yang Mubai at that time no longer had any combat ability.

Xue Qi shouted in panic and retreated several meters in succession, until he reached a position where he thought he was keeping a very safe distance from Yang Mubai.

But he still didn't avoid the sword.

An incomparably clear blood mouth appeared on his shoulder, he didn't have the same body refining technique as a blood demon, so if he was injured, he was naturally injured.

There is no explanation, just blood coming out.

Xue Qi's eyes flushed with blood.

He looked at Yang Mubai and knew that Yang Mubai at this time was the most powerful, as long as he avoided him, he could win later.

Xue Qi took another step back.

Yang Mubai went one step further.

The sword in his hand is like the knife of an old farmer in the countryside selling melons and cutting melons.

The movement is slow, but it has an incomparably clear frequency.

Sword marks appeared one after another on Xue Qi's shoulders and body, his face was extremely ugly, he didn't expect it to be a crushing situation, but because of Yang Mubai's death, he completely became his passive at this time.

Two sword lights staggered back and forth in the air.

Yang Mubai gasped heavily, he knew that his state could only last for a moment, so he had to kill Xue Qi in this time.

And Xue Qi was also preparing to hold on until Yang Mubai's sword tire was scrapped.

Two people, two swords, have different ideas, but they have the same purpose, that is, they both want each other to die.

The frequency of Yang Mubai's attack on the sword suddenly increased by a few points.

Even though he was holding a broken sword in his hand, it looked a little sharper than an ordinary long sword at this time.

......

I don't know how many moves passed, and Xue Qi's shoulder was hit by the sword again.

Only this time, the steps under his feet were slightly confused.

Yang Mubai said lightly, "It seems that I won." ”

At such a time, such an opponent has a small flaw, and if someone catches it, it is the biggest mistake.

Xue Qi made a mistake, so Yang Mubai's sword arrived.

He raised his sword to parry, and the collision between the two sword lights was like a bronze bell, and Xue Qi's face was so shocked that his face was snow-white, and his palms trembled.

His strength in the eightfold spirit realm was unable to resist Yang Mubai's blow.

Then Yang Mubai's sword momentum slammed into Xue Qi's hand like a flood, and Xue Qi's eyes revealed a trace of extremely unwilling emotion, as if he was unwilling to die like this.

However, at this moment, the original surging spiritual power sword momentum in the sky dimmed a little.

With the crisp sound of life, the broken righteous sword disappeared like a kite with a broken string.

Yang Mubai spat out a mouthful of blood fiercely, and then the spiritual power around his body suddenly collapsed.

His eyes were glazed, like a demon.

——

It seems that he has finally slowed down.

The sword was still much, much slower.

This sword turned into a sword without any spiritual power, and was gently blocked by Xue Qi.

Then Xue Qi's sword arrived.

Xue Qi said, "It's a pity that you are not my opponent after all. ”

Yang Mubai looked at him and said, "It's a pity that I'm not myself." ”

Xue Qi's eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't know when a little girl was standing next to him.

The little girl's face was scorched, and she held a dagger in her hand and stabbed straight at him.

Xue Qi smiled coldly, "Do you think I'll not pay attention to such details?"

He gently dodged Luo Wuwu's knife sideways, then kicked off the dagger in Luo Wuwu's hand, and grabbed Luo Wuwu's neck with his left hand and picked her up.

Xue Qi said coldly, "It's the two of you this time." ”

Then the sword in his hand fell without any hesitation.

Like the sound of an old melon being cut, blood splattered, and a head fell to the ground.

Yang Mubai calmly looked at the headless corpse in front of him.

He frowned.

Luo Wuwu fell to the ground.

A female voice came from behind Xue Qi.

"It's three of us. ”