"That young man, do you have any good ideas?" Chong Feidu's eyebrows rose, and the tiny pores on his face slowly lit up, with a blue needle-like ice glow. If there is a real killing intent, it will soon completely envelop the magician, as if the sea has surrounded Lone Peak. The magician pursed his lips, not saying a word about the intimidating aura on him.

Liang Yunfeng's pupils on the side swelled slightly, and he took a small step back quietly, his hands were completely sunk into the cuffs, obviously in the soft sleeves of his robe, there was a bone, quenching, and killing edge. His killing intent was completely restrained, and no one except the magician noticed it, not even Wang Shenhai, who was close at hand.

Wang Shenhai, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly rushed towards the magician desperately with a posture that was almost a martyrdom, and his movements were so big that at that moment, the battle spirit qi spontaneously came out of his body, forming a spiral-shaped wind and snow, which disrupted Chongfeidu's momentum, and almost harmed Liang Yunfeng in advance.

"Silver Dust Hero, Silver Dust Grandpa! Silver Dust Immortal! Save my family! For the sake of my family and Wan Jianxin Hero calling brothers and sisters for so many years——"

He lunged over and tried to hug the magician's thigh. I seemed to be frightened by his ghostly howl, and I didn't expect that this Wang Yunhai would have no backbone at all. "You just wanted to stab me to death with a sword!" the sorcerer burst out, his completely instinctive backhand against the wall behind him. The fire erupted from the palm of his hand and turned into a huge fireball, blasting the entire wall behind him into dust with a loud bang. The magician clearly heard several angry roars coming from behind the flames, and a particularly sharp exclamation, followed by the explosion of ice and fire, forming a wave of air, which continued to pour from behind, blowing her two sleeves forward, and then, a few cold bone spurs through the fire silently reached the base of her ear.

The magician had already ignored it at this time, and simply made a fuss, and the fire dragon in his hand erupted again, turning one side of this narrow corridor into a circular square. The flames rose vertically from the sea of fire, condensing into 13 extremely dangerous fireballs, each of which had a golden whirlpool in the center, and in the whirlpool of the golden princess, the tiny fire bombs close to gold were like water droplets spewing out of the rain shower, falling like a torrential rain, although they did not explode, they could ignite almost any solid.

"Forbidden Magic: Heaven-Destroying Flame!"

In the midst of the fire, there were screams again and again. "Let's go to the water—" The sharp and high-pitched female voice pierced the silence that floated on the surface in the night bowl that was originally the noise of the wind. In the midst of the flames, imperceptibly, the magician's voice suddenly turned red, and then unnaturally changed to its original color, except that his shoulders and elbows were forever planted with red flame crystals.

"Forbidden Spell: Elemental Incarnation. ”

Compared with a few days ago, this elemental avatar has improved by leaps and bounds, so that an avatar can already change the elements it needs according to the different martial arts used, and of course, he also has the irrevocable problems of the first generation of elemental avatars.

The moment the flames were formed, the arcane purple light secretly lit up and dimmed like a thief, and the true body of the magic god was hidden somewhere unknown in that arcane purple light.

In the midst of the fire, the wind and snow were raging, and the swirling blue snowflakes buried the fire with great difficulty, and the scarlet flames were finally frozen into blue ice sculptures by the violent cold wind, and the scorching heat also turned into a trace of cold air that filled the bone marrow. The fire was extinguished, and the Tongshen Pavilion fell into darkness again, and there was a faint sound of domineering and majestic shouts and almost neat footsteps in the distance, obviously the fire and explosion had alarmed the Imperial Guards defending the city.

The interior of the Tongshen Pavilion was dim and messy.

"Master. Wang Shenhai's soft voice rang out, breaking the silence that had been hovering in the air since the fire was extinguished. In these two short words, there is infinite guilt, helplessness and helplessness of a chief disciple of the Provincial Jianwen, and even a little bit of despair that has nothing to love.

"I don't blame you. A piercing voice like metal rubbing against each other sounded, in these short three words, all human feelings had already faded, and it sounded only weird, metal puppet-like numbness and coldness, but Wang Shenhai cried after hearing these three words, crying silently. From that terrible voice, he could hear the last warmth and entrustment of a failed master and a disciple who would also fail.

At this moment, he realized that his master, his master, and his faith had never been as good as he wanted, and he had never really risen up. The current head of the Divine Sword Sect has been struggling all his life in the whirlpool of "official" and "chivalrous", and his whole life has tried to unify these two words that he also regards as life, and what greeted him was the failure of this poor life. He did it in the end, but he was just a lackey for a lifetime, and he never became a real number one master in the world, or even the number one master in the world in the righteous path.

He once wanted to use his official position to support the righteous path, but in the end, what he got was that his righteous path was eroded and swallowed up by the official position, and instead he was getting farther and farther away from the righteous path in his mind, so far away. Wang Shenhai knew very well that even Xue Wuxian himself didn't know that he had a disciple named Wang Shenhai, who was the person who understood him in the world, and might even be the only person in this world who could truly understand him.

Wang Shenhai felt sad, or in the midst of sorrow, endless hatred was born. The gray flame of hatred burned him, and he wanted to curse this heaven and earth in one breath, and scold the so-called righteous path that professes to be righteous. He really wanted to question Wan Wan, why he couldn't understand Xue Wuxian, she really wanted to question Wan Jianxin, and asked him, "Is it wrong to use the power of the government to support the right path, develop swordsman skills and civilization, and improve the pursuit and loyalty of health?!"

He wanted to question, so he was ready to do it. The broken sword in his hand was raised again, and in the cold sword light, there was a flash of wind and snow, and he hid behind Xue Wuxian, looking at Liang Yunfeng with a cold gaze, and beside Liang Yunfeng, Chong Feidu, who had a cold gaze.

Xue Wuxi's body almost completely covered Wang Shenhai, he had no insurance, but the hand where I held the hilt of the sword had turned into an ice blue as crystal clear. He really looked down on the two disciples of the Demon Pavilion, and the latter's eyes were more or less disdainful, hateful, and unwilling.

"What's the matter, the little ones can't beat them, and the old ones will come out to find the scene?" Chong Feidu, who thought he had something to rely on, sneered sharply, as if he didn't take this guy who was almost more powerful than his master in his eyes at all. Liang Yunfeng beside him was much more cautious, and just said in a businesslike tone: "Junior Liang Yunfeng, I have seen the Lord of the Military Gate, I don't know how the Lord is doing? ”

Xue Wuxian snorted a silent cold snort from his nostrils, and asked Liang Yunfeng in a tone as smooth as possible: "Your master didn't teach you, at such a critical juncture when the White Dragon List was born, did you refuse to fight privately, and everything had to be seen in the ring?"

Liang Yunfeng didn't answer immediately, he was feeling a very familiar aura at the moment, this aura surrounded him, which made him feel a lot of confidence, he knew that the person had come, but he didn't know where the person was.

Liang Yunfeng paused for a second before replying: "The family teacher has indeed taught the younger generation to be courteous, righteous and honest, but the family teacher has not taught the younger generation the first young master in the world, and he can be canonized directly, without participating in the martial arts competition......"

He also wanted to continue to argue, but was interrupted by Xue Wuxian: "Then the old man will teach you how to respect the Holy Lord!"

A sword light suddenly illuminated the dim area. Liang Yunfeng's face turned pale, while Chong Feidu next to him turned pale. At the bridge of the two new generations, they realized at this time that in front of the real supreme masters, all the so-called self-preservation dependence was innumerable - they simply didn't have time to activate those Raush things!

"It's a pity that the disciples below can't take your turn to discipline them!"

As Jin Ke's arrogant voice reached Xue Wuji's ears and eyes, a bone claw that barely reflected any light at all and was extremely black had already attached to Xue Wuji's back. The sword light handed out by Xue Wuxian froze in mid-air, and the hideous and arrogant tip of the broken sword had already pointed at the tip of Liang Yunfeng's nose, and a big cold sweat fell on Liang Yunfeng's nose.

"When?" The most serious among the few people is Xue Wuxian, he boasts that after fusing the Soul Exterminating Round Steel, he should really be regarded as the number one master in the world, and he should fight the invincible opponents all over the world, but he never expected that Sang Tianliang, who was suppressed by him in the previous dynasty on weekdays, was so strong that he could hide his induction and silently approach his back.

He froze.

The tide of battle also seemed to be deadlocked.

However, the inhuman Xue Wuxian seemed to be exceptionally awake at this time, and his cloudy eyes that could barely see the color grunted around, and he came up with a way to break the game.

He loosely and quickly put down his hand, honestly inserted the broken sword back into the scabbard, and still said in the sonorous metallic silver house: "Sang Tianliang, do you dare to kill me?"

"Why don't you dare?" Sang Tianliang's tone carried a sincere question, although he really didn't feel that he could be at fault for killing this half-life enemy: "If you think that our emperor can keep you, then you can dream of the Spring and Autumn Festival!" His tone was full of humiliation and anger, obviously, the death of his father-in-law had a relatively big impact on him.

"The emperor in Ying Tianfu must have no drama, you and I know his ability, but if it is the emperor in Pershing City, hehe. ”

Xue Wuxian's voice was full of fearless arrogance, which was the tone he usually spoke.

"What do you say?" Sang Tianliang's voice changed slightly, obviously becoming uncertain, this kind of tone with a slight weakness of heart Xue Wuxian sounded extremely comfortable, so he didn't think about it carefully, what was hidden behind this tone, some kind of dark scheme.

He didn't even hear the jealousy and ambition in his tone.

"What do you say? Of course, it was the supreme emperor in Pershing City who opened the golden mouth and personally canonized me as the number one master in the world, and in order to ensure my combat effectiveness, he also rewarded me with the Soul Destroying Round Steel! As the current head of the Divine Sword Sect, this seat can be said to be invincible in the world in the true sense!"

When Xue Wuxian said the last few words, he couldn't suppress the madness that slowly struggled out of the cocoon from his body. He couldn't see that Sang Tianliang's face behind him was already iron-blue, and there was no trace of jealousy in his cloudy and arrogant pupils, only an irrepressible fear.

He suddenly couldn't feel his ghost claws infused with a large amount of battle soul power, and when he struggled to wake up from the shock of the words "Soul Destroying Round Steel", he was shocked to find that his right hand, which had turned into a ghost claw, had completely fallen into Xue Wuji's back, or rather, Xue Wuji's skin and flesh had swelled up and wrapped his hand in it.

He immediately cut off the supply of battle spirit qi, his right hand was broken at the wrist, and fresh bones grew on the broken cross-section, and then the muscles on the bones quickly bulged into a brand-new hand, and the severed hand was left in Xue Wuji's body, quickly alienated into a monster, gnawing at Xue Wuji's internal organs.

However, Xue Wuji's internal organs were as hard as steel and could not bite at all, and at the same time, the severed hand was rapidly corroded by an infectious metal, gradually evolving into a part of Xue Wuji's body.

When the severed hand was corroded, Sang Tianliang's newly grown hand was also corroded, and the metal spread all the way along his fingertips, quickly turning his entire arm into metal like petrified magic, and in horror, he could only turn his left hand into a bone blade and cut off the entire right arm with one sword.

This was a real serious injury, because the moment he cut off his right arm, he found out that there was actually no battle spirit qi in his body!

"Soul Slayer...... Round steel?!" Sang Tianliang squeezed out these words with difficulty, and at this time, blood gushed from his shoulder, which he had lost half of.

"That's right. Xue Wuxian turned around with a smile, and pulled out the broken sword at his waist with great grace, his movements were very elegant, but his figure was not elegant at all, like a piece of iron ore rough that had failed to be processed, uneven, and it was almost impossible to see the shape of a person. With a crisp sound of being cracked, the precious military generals on his body dispersed into pieces like smoke. All the clothes he was wearing were also reimbursed at the same time, revealing a bronze statue of armor.

This is comparable to a metal golem, an invincible defense that almost completely ignores the Spirit of War's Strike.

The contagious metal spread to the broken sword in his hand, and the gray cast-iron broken sword turned into a silver, brush-like weapon. Xue Wuxian, who had turned into a monster, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and there was no trace of human feelings in that laughter, only a sickly, beast-like madness.