“...。 ”

Without speaking, Jun Wuxie's eyes were fixed on Yang Xiaokai, and the hand holding the long knife couldn't help but tense slightly at this moment.

Jun Wuxian didn't speak, but the people on the outfield couldn't help but gasp directly.

For the monk, there is no need to explain what kind of demon is in the heart.

Once that thing appears, for the monk, it is almost no less than a mortal facing a car accident and becoming a vegetative person, and whether he can finally wake up depends on luck.

"Ah~Cha. Just when everyone was shocked and even confused, he slightly relaxed the handle of the knife, Jun Wuxian raised his hand and grabbed his head: "I have seen through it again." Really, I don't remember revealing so much information to you...!"

It's true?

Taking a breath, for a while, everyone present not only had numb scalps, but also their eyelids jumped.

Who would have thought that a man who seemed to run out to relieve Yang Xiaokai proved that he had the ability to kill tens of thousands of monks, and his real intention was to take the opportunity to win another game and leave Yang Xiaokai with demons in his heart? There is no doubt that this kind of method is a hundred times more ruthless than directly killing Yang Xiaokai.

"How could it be that there wasn't much information left?" Yang Xiaokai smiled lightly and said: "From the moment you cast the assassination method, I have made a special understanding, you must know that the ban of the Infinite Palace is very powerful, even if it is said that it is difficult to learn such a trick in the outer realm, so the essence of what it has is undoubtedly an assassination organization that cannot see the light." ”

"On the basis of this, it is undoubtedly very simple to infer your birth, and through this birth, in connection with your actions, for the tradition of the beginning of the war?

Jun Wuxie's face tightened, and his relaxed hand tightened again, and at the same time, the strong killing intent overflowed.

"It's a real headache, but even if you see through it at the moment, so what?

Yang Xiaokai said lightly: "Well, the winning rate has been decreasing, after all, the purpose of your deliberate nonsense with me is to delay the little time I have left to go all out to suppress the injury, and in about a minute, there is basically no possibility of winning in the face of you." ”

"However, do you think I really care about this kind of thing? Failure will indeed have a certain impact on me, but as long as you come out of the Holy Land War after this, take you down, and beat you up, that so-called state of mind will naturally not exist. ”

"After all, no matter how strong you are, you are weaker than me before you catch up with me, as long as you can be sure of this, the influence you have made will not mean anything to me, you say, right?"

Jun Wuxie's eyes shrank, obviously Yang Xiaokai's words were a little unexpected by him.

Yang Xiaokai smiled lightly and continued: "I guess you want to say that the Infinite Palace will not allow it, right? It's a pity, you are wrong, in terms of my talent, even if I do it, at most I will be punished, but it is impossible to stop it, the right of the Emperor Realm Tianjiao, and the future are there, beating you, not killing you, in order to vent your anger, in order to suppress that demon, the Infinite Palace unless you really want me to abolish it, but do you think that after spending such a huge amount of resources, the Infinite Palace can watch me abolish it?"

Hearing this, Jun Wuxie's face changed for the first time.

Coming from the periphery, there is no doubt that his thinking is mainly based on his past experience, but the Infinite Palace is different, especially the heart demon, if it is broken by beating another emperor realm, will they stop it?

No, not at all.

Some people may say, isn't this suppressive for Jun Wuxie? Maybe it will become a demon in his heart?

Unfortunately, that can't be.

After all, Yang Xiaokai's strength itself is above it, and the talent realm is also above it, even if he is beaten, it can only be said that his skills are inferior to others, but it will not leave any hidden dangers, at most, he is not convinced, angry.

Obviously, these two things will undoubtedly become a good incentive for Jun Wuxian to grow further.

In an instant, Yang Xiao moved.

Raise your sword and stab flat.

In an instant, the sword crossed the distance between the two and came directly in front of Jun Wuxie.

Drink!

With a low shout, Jun Wuxie's feet pressed on the ground, and he raised his knife and slashed down in the air.

Boom!

With a roar, the sword qi and sword power instantly hit the four fields, and at this moment, the diameter of the land and river within a radius of a hundred miles evaporated, turning into a sinkhole dozens of meters deep.

Without saying a word, Yang Xiaokai raised his sword again, and the sword intent rose into the sky, forming a hundred zhang unrivaled sword rays.

Slash down with a sword.

Jun Wuxian did not retreat a step, the hand holding the knife tightened, and slashed out diagonally.

Boom!

They collided again, but when they saw the top of the heavenly dome, they collapsed directly inward, and all around them cracked like glass.

Zheng, Zheng, Zheng!

One sword, one sword, another sword.

Yang Xiaokai, who made the move, barely paused, and slashed the Eighteen Swords of Jun Wuxie.

Buzz! Buzz!

Knife after knife, knife after knife.

Jun Wuxian didn't retreat half a step, and returned eighteen knives.

With the sound of each exchange, the area that was affected by the four fields became larger, hundreds of miles, two hundred miles, three hundred miles, until the last knife, a thousand miles of land seemed to be held in the hands of people and kneaded and rubbed, and the entire landscape was changed.

The landscape is like this, not to mention the void, outside the central land, all the rules of the four fields are all chaotic, the sky is full of fire, the earth is thundering, and the space is like a broken mirror full of cracks.

Faced with such a situation, at this moment, all the monks in the area retreated again and again, until thousands of miles away, although they stopped, their faces were full of fear.

Have you ever thought that two people of the same level as themselves are fighting, but even if it is just around them, they and others can't get close, no, let alone close, even if it's just outside, after a while and a half, they will be scorched by the aftermath of the collision of two huge minds.

Outside, there was silence at this moment, and everyone stared at the scenery in the picture, unable to spit out even half a word.

Terrible? Terrible!

The strength is not high, and the scope of destruction is not large, but there are two wills colliding inside, even if they are outside, they can still feel it, obviously they are just watching through their eyes, and the weaker ones actually have a feeling that their souls are pierced by swords.

Damn, is this really the fucking Emperor Realm? Is it really the Holy Rank? This kind of thing is really the same realm as yourself?

What are you kidding!!

Shocked, shocked, at this moment, no one doubted the horror of the Emperor Realm, and no one doubted Yang Xiaokai's strength.

It hurts to even look at the soul, and what is going on in the center of it doesn't need to be described in words at all.

Not to mention the outside, the center of the war at the moment.

After eighteen swords, eighteen swords.

The two of them standing in the void were speechless, and only the remnants of their weapons remained.

Suddenly, Yang Xiaokai's face turned pale, and he directly vomited a large mouthful of vermilion, and the right lung and left kidney exploded at the same time, one deep white bone, and the other visible large intestine, and the injury completely broke out.

In the face of this scene, the people watching the battle at this moment, although their faces were still full of shock, they couldn't help but show a touch of joy on their faces.

After all, Jun Wuxian is a peripheral monk no matter what, and his victory undoubtedly means the continuation of the tradition.

And at this moment, Jun Wuxian's body trembled, but he saw a crack extending from his right shoulder to his left waist, nearly an inch deep, and countless blood gushed out.

"Tsk, using all your strength is just to make you unable to suppress the injury, but is this the result for yourself?"

Looking down at his injuries, Jun Wuxie's face lost his previous calmness, and he was ruthless, "It seems that I do underestimate you a little, Yang Xiaokai!"

"However, next time, the next time we meet again, we won't end like this!"

As soon as the words fell, Jun Wuxian let out a long howl and disappeared in an instant.

Watching the other party leave, Yang Xiaokai didn't see any blood on his face, and let out a long breath, with a complicated look in his eyes: "Is it another draw? ”