The sky is clear, and the white clouds are floating on the blue sky, if it weren't for the fact that a few people are tired now, this is an excellent weather, but unfortunately now Mo Xiaoxiao can't laugh.

The Spirit Valley, which had already left the South China Sea, came far, far away, and in two hours, several demon cultivators were already thousands of miles away.

However, Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the four people in front of him, but he had to lift his heart.

These people are very difficult to deal with.

Especially the middle-aged man in black clothes and black hair, it seemed that his cultivation seemed to be the lowest among the few, but his ink-like eyes made Mo Xiaoxiao feel palpitations.

He was to the three old men what the green wind was to the Xuantu Snow Deer.

Genius is all that is needed, but time.

When the black demon saw him, he showed a rare dignified look, he was not sexually murderous, but he had an inexplicable interest in powerful opponents, and what he wanted was not immortality, but the extreme of strength.

The person in front of him, the familiar temperament, and the morality on his body, made him feel a feeling of blood boiling, but at the same time, there was also a kind of fright!

That's because he's not an opponent of the other side!

Experienced in a hundred battles, he has an unusually keen sense of danger, and he made accurate judgments the first time.

When others fight, they all like the other party to strike first, because it is easier to find the opponent's flaws and strike later.

If some people can't bear to strike first, under normal circumstances, this person is not cultivated enough, or is too conceited.

And there is another situation, that is, the person is very confident in himself!

The Blackfriars are such people. He didn't even wait for the old man with yellow eyebrows to finish speaking, and he moved as soon as possible.

In his hand was a sword that looked simple. The sword wasn't even unsheathed.

The old man with yellow eyebrows was a little uncomfortable when he saw him start fighting without saying a word, but the important thing was that his words were interrupted by Shengsheng, and there was a sense of impatience from that person, which made him feel that he couldn't get off the stage.

Without....... This kid may not dare to be so arrogant!

It is impossible for the demon cultivator to sit still, although the black demon knew that he was invincible, he still met it as soon as possible.

The black greatsword he was carrying behind him brushed out of its sheath, bringing out a cold light.

The blackfriar on the other side had the same complexion, and did not seem to take him seriously. This contempt is not because the other party is too conceited, but because he already knows that he is not his opponent!

The black face turned dark, but it aroused the fighting spirit, for thousands of years, the person he asked for, wasn't it a powerful opponent? Now you can just end your long-cherished wish, why not!

The black giant sword was made by him with his own original bones, which was connected with his heart, and it seemed to have a little free and easy morality, with an indomitable momentum.

The blackfriar glanced at him, and there was more solemnity in his eyes, but that was all. The sword in his hand was still unsheathed. Because, he is not enough!

The black-clothed sword cultivator swung out a sword again, and a huge sword aura roared in, as if it was about to completely wipe out the black evil.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at them nervously.

At this time, the other three cultivators also moved, although they didn't like the blackfriar's style, but after all, they were from the same sect, and they still knew exactly what they should do.

Le Yin and Le Xiao each sacrificed their natal magic weapons, demon cultivators don't know how to refine weapons, their weapons are generally refined with the original body after taking off the body, therefore, the demon cultivators who are generally transformed have their natal magic weapons, and like Miao Miao and Xiaohu, they have to rely on the power of the ontology and innate supernatural powers.

Bai Qianzhong was also taken into his sleeve by Bai Yujing, and Bai Yujing asked Mo Xiaoxiao to take care of himself, and then he went to the battlefield.

Each of the three clans has one or two demon cultivators, but they can't join such a battlefield, so they can only stand aside and anxiously guard, and their faces are tragic, ready to sacrifice for their own family patriarch at any time. But they relied on the promotion of a few big demons to cultivate to the transformation, in fact, their own strength is much worse, just like the fishman of the Red Fish Emperor, he didn't simply cultivate by himself, and the foundation is not good.

The battlefield was about to break out, and Mo Xiaoxiao knew that his body was too weak, so he also entered the hosta flower for the first time.

She felt a few eyes cast on her hosta flower, yes, the other party is a strong cultivation of the Yuanying monk, must be able to see that her magic weapon is unusual, maybe, murderous and greedy again.

The Blackfriar and the Blackshire trembled for several rounds, and although the Blackfriar was always at a disadvantage, he was not defeated.

The blackfriar's face moved: "Very good, it is worth my sword." ”

After he finished speaking, the wide black robe was unfurled, and the whole person was like a roc spreading its wings, soaring above the blue sky, and in his hand, he held the sword that looked ordinary, but contained countless murderous aura.

He slowly pulled out the sword in his hand with his right hand, which was different from the ordinary scabbard, the sword had a purple-gold brilliance, and under the sunlight, the dazzling purple-gold light almost stinged everyone's eyes, and they all paused involuntarily and closed their eyes.

The black-clothed monk's body was as motionless as a mountain, and in his hand, a purple giant sword appeared, like an ancient murderous soldier, and from a distance, he saw that the aura near the giant sword was almost substantial, and a powerful aura roared out from the sword, which made everyone present a little frightened.

"This purple gold sword is a fairy sword, I got it, and it has not been unsheathed, today, with your blood, open the blade for my purple gold sword!"

His words were very arrogant and cruel, and at this moment, he was wrapped in black as if he was a Shura from hell, ready to harvest everyone's lives with the order of death.

Immortal weapon!

Mo Xiaoxiao was also stunned. She has always doubted whether her hosta flower is an immortal weapon, but there is no accurate evidence.

The magic weapons in the immortal cultivation world are divided into four classes, magic weapons, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and immortal weapons. And each level is divided into four levels, low, intermediate, high, and top.

Just like the previous Yuanying monk, his spiritual weapon halberd is already considered to be the top magic weapon in the immortal cultivation world, after all, immortal weapons are not so easy to obtain, and only those sects that have a long inheritance and powerful ancestors have ascended to immortals, and they will not be handed over to their disciples casually, even if they are geniuses, but as a sect treasure passed down from generation to generation.

And the immortal artifact itself also has a machine spirit, and people who do not meet its requirements cannot use it at all, and only those who have a great opportunity can get it.

As for the legendary artifact, it is only available to immortals among immortals, so it is not in the human world.

However, this man actually took out a handful of immortal weapons!

The eyes of the three old man cultivators on his side also flashed with different colors, "Seventeen, you really got the immortal weapon!" ”

And the blackfriar, who was called Seventeen, had the same face as usual, and there was no lust or greed, as if he was holding something that belonged to him, and the fierce purple gold sword, in his hand, was also as obedient as a mortal iron.

One person, one sword, complement each other.