"Xuanyuan Sword Spirit!" In the human camp, one after another exclamations rang out.

Although no one had ever seen the so-called 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit', when Liu Zhen surrendered the 'Xuanyuan Sword', many people saw what the 'Xuanyuan Sword' looked like.

The moment the golden light rose, the sharp-eyed monks in the human camp spotted at a glance the sword spirit shot out of the muddy water, which was nine points similar to the 'Xuanyuan Sword'.

Mu Jinglu, who was originally concentrating on killing the demon with Li Ningyang, was naturally awakened by the exclamation in the crowd and raised his head. Raising his head, he was surprised to find that the direction of the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' was himself.

, what's the situation? Mu Jinglu secretly exclaimed, and subconsciously dodged behind Li Ningyang, wanting to avoid the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' that flew in.

"Zhao Yu, take down the sword spirit for this prince!" Just as the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' was about to hit the pasture road, there was a sudden burst of cheers from the crowd.

This voice will not be forgotten when the pasture road dies, it is Liu Zhen who killed his eldest brother Zhang Qiu.

After the shouting, a man with a three-pointed, two-edged knife suddenly jumped out of the crowd. Then he grabbed the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' above the head of the pasture path.

"Brother Tie Gui, stop him!" Mu Jinglu narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice to Li Ningyang.

Originally, Ye didn't have much interest in the so-called 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit', but since it was what you wanted, then Ye also wanted it. In this life, I want to fight you to the end!

The corners of Mu Jinglu's mouth curled slightly, thinking fiercely, and the broken sword in his hand also moved.

When he was thinking about the pasture path, Li Ningyang didn't ask much, he looked at Zhao Yu, who had jumped into the air, his leaning body turned slightly, nodded heavily, and stomped on the iron crutch in his hand, and jumped up with a muffled bang.

Before Mujing Lu was ready to take off to snatch the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit', after Li Ningyang, several more monks with yellow-level cultivation rose to the sky. The yellow-rank monks who followed the leap did not snatch the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit', but like Li Ningyang, they tacitly attacked Zhao Yu together and stopped Zhao Yu.

After Zhao Yu was stopped, the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' had no one to strike first for the time being, killing the demons around him, and guarding the temporary 'comrades-in-arms' around them.

The 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' was also strange, after there was no threat, not only did it not flee, but it also kept hovering in mid-air above the head of the pasture path.

A familiar voice came to mind in the pasture road: "Help me..."

Mu Jinglu looked up at the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit', his expression shocked and surprised. Is it the cry for help that came from the water before? Could it be that it was trapped by something before?

But isn't it out of trouble now, why is it still asking me for help? Could it really be the 'sword spirit' of the Xuanyuan Sword?

Mu Jinglu thought suspiciously, and lowered his head to look at the broken sword in his hand. Mu Jinglu subconsciously stretched out his left hand and touched the body of the broken sword, and then looked up at the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' that kept hovering in the air.

was attacked by several yellow-level cultivators, which made Zhao Yu angry. After landing on the ground, Zhao Yu stomped the 'three-pointed and two-edged knife' in his hand to the ground, and shouted angrily: "I am Zhao Yu, the protector of the Emperor's Gate, who dares to stop me?"

Zhao Yu roared, and the faces of the people who stopped Zhao Yu sank.

Li Ningyang leaned over, limped forward a few steps, and then drank disdainfully: "Emperor's Gate, what can it do?"

Li Ningyang roared, and the battlefield suddenly became much more silent except for the collision of the spells of the human camp monks and the demon attacks that were still in battle.

Although Li Ningyang's voice was not loud, Li Ningyang's plain and domineering voice echoed throughout the battlefield, and many monks turned their eyes to Li Ningyang's location.

At this time, the man in cloak who was hiding behind the demon army waved his hand, and the demon army quietly withdrew from the battlefield under the command of the demon generals of each department.

"Chao Fox, set up the formation!"

The man in the cloak whispered softly, and the fox-faced Chao Fox nodded emphatically, and with his two ugly claws, he began to seal non-stop.

"Nine Songs Lost in the Sky!"

After Chao Hu drank lightly, when the human camp focused on the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit', the remaining army of forty or fifty thousand demon demons slowly disappeared on the banks of the Xunshui River.

Tens of thousands of demons, without a trace of discipline, collapsed in all directions, and then disappeared into the sky. In the eyes of the monks of the human camp, the demon army was completely defeated and fled.

If it were a normal day, the monks of the human camp would inevitably chase them out and kill them all. However, at this time, on the Xuanyuan Hill, there has always been a 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' hovering in the sky, making most of the monks stop and watch.

Especially among the monks of the human race, the sword cultivator has the most, and whoever can get the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' has the potential to become a powerhouse in the world.

Although the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' does not have much effect on alien races and demon beasts other than humans, if the human race is added to the strong ones, after the Nightmare War, the rich land of Kyushu has nothing to do with them.

Therefore, most of the alien races and demon beasts other than humans also stayed on the banks of the Xunshui River. Even if they don't use it, they must make it impossible for humans to get the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit'.

Li Ningyang's indifferent expression and arrogant words made Zhao Yu angry.

"Where is the lame old man? Dare to go against my emperor's sect! Suffer death!" The three-pointed two-edged knife in Zhao Yu's hand shook, and he rushed towards Li Ningyang with a loud shout.

Hmph! Li Ningyang's eyes narrowed, he snorted coldly, picked up the iron crutch in his hand and danced: "Eat the old decay town pestle!"

After Li Ningyang swung it, a huge iron crutch phantom emerged from above Li Ningyang's iron crutch. The phantom that appeared suddenly appeared above Zhao Yu's head. After the iron cane phantom appeared, it didn't stop, and slammed it into the top of Zhao Yu's head.

The coercion above his head made Zhao Yu's face condense, and he quickly stopped his pace of rushing forward, stepped on the spot one step at a time, and swung the three-pointed two-edged knife above his head without looking, and shouted in his mouth: "Five thunder duels, kill!"

After drinking, in the clear sky, five thunderbolts of different colors suddenly appeared, blasting towards the iron cane phantom above Zhao Yu's head.

The sound of thunder and the sound of the crash sounded almost simultaneously, and the thunder and lightning in mid-air slammed into the phantom of the iron pestle.

Immediately after that, there was another muffled sound, and the phantom of the iron crutch was shattered, and the five thunderbolts disappeared. All that remained was a wave of tremendous force, spreading out in all directions.

After the loud bang, Zhao Yu was so crushed by the violent fluctuations that his horns fell into the soil, reaching his knees. And Li Ningyang was also shocked in mid-air and kept turning over several times before landing and stopping.

"Yo he! The prince is really the prince!" When Li Ningyang and Zhao Yu were about to start fighting again, Mu Jinglu's voice remembered: "Everywhere you go, you look like Lao Tzu is the best in the world, and I admire it." ”

Mu Jinglu said, I don't know when he came to Li Ningyang's side, and said to Liu Zhen behind Zhao Yu, his eyes were full of gloom.

"Mujing Road! It's you again!" After Liu Zhen saw the appearance of Mujing Road, he shouted angrily: "Bad things for this prince five times, today this prince will let your blood splash on the spot." ”

"Hehe, is it?" Mu Jinglu chuckled and said disdainfully: "Liu Zhen, it's windy today, don't bite your tongue again." ”

Liu Zhen had encountered Mujinglu several times before, and he wanted to kill Mujinglu. But every time he let go of the cruel words, Liu Zhen did not succeed. was ridiculed by Mu Jinglu like this, Liu Zhen was so angry that his hair stood on end.

However, when Liu Zhen saw the Ji demon surrounded by his left hand on the pastoral path, Liu Zhen suddenly lost his anger, and chuckled comfortably: "Yo, your kid's lover is going to die? It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Mu Jinglu's right hand holding the broken sword shook fiercely, his eyes almost narrowed into a jump on the western front, and he stared at Liu Zhen and said fiercely: "Liu Zhen, some accounts always have to be repaid. ”

"Oh, is it?" Liu Zhen said indifferently: "The world wants to find this prince and it has risen too much, will this prince care about your account?"

"It's just that the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' is the goal of this prince today. Liu Zhen looked at Mu Jinglu with a calm face and continued: "If you know each other, retreat today, and this prince will not mind giving you the opportunity to collect debts in the future." ”

"Brother Liu, you will offend people by saying this. Without waiting for the opening of the pastoral road, an acquaintance of the pastoral road stood out in the crowd, Yingzheng.

Under the protection of the two yellow-level guards, Ying Zheng came to the gap between Liu Zhen and Mujing Road, and said to Liu Zhen: "My winner is the guardian family of Xuanyuan Sword, and the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' was born, so naturally my winner will take care of it." If the emperor wants to intervene in everything, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain it to the people of the world. ”

Yingzheng said indifferently, but he was a little anxious in his heart.

Now the 'Xuanyuan Sword' in Liu Zhen's hand must have been refined to an almost level, if Liu Zhen is allowed to get the Xuanyuan Sword Sword Spirit again, then the 'Xuanyuan Sword' will really be called the Emperor's bag.

Let's not talk about whether the 'Xuanyuan Sword' is really as recorded in the classics, the power is infinite, and Kyushu is invincible. If the 'Xuanyuan Sword' falls into the hands of the Emperor Gate, even if the remaining three of the four major families do not defect to the Emperor Gate, they will definitely go their separate ways in the future, and no longer take the winner as the leader.

"Hehe, Prince Yingzheng's words will no longer be ignored. The treasures of Kyushu are inhabited by the virtuous people in the world. Who owns the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit', it also depends on the fate of the word?" Liu Zhen also chuckled, his face was kind, as if he was talking about academics with his friends.

"In this way, not only can my Ji family compete for the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit, but all the heroes and heroes in the world can compete?"

When Liu Zhen and Yingzheng heard this, their faces changed greatly.

And the disciples and casual cultivators of the major sects around them were all ready to move, and their eyes were full of greed.

The foreign races and demon beasts who came to Xuanyuan Hill from all over the country originally planned to wait and see, and when they saw the human infighting, and maybe even civil war, they naturally held their hands and watched the play with an attitude that they had nothing to do with themselves.