The heavy sword roared, dragging the farmer through the air.

Tian Nongxiang clenched the hilt of his sword, urging his mana to spy on the heavy sword.

However, Tian Nongxiang's mana was spit out several times, but it was blocked back by an invisible force. This made him secretly surprised, when he first peeked into the sword technique and sword intent contained in the sword, this had never happened.

But Tian Nongxiang didn't dare to let go easily. Because the power of this heavy sword is abnormally powerful, I am afraid that if I let go, it will not be easy to be chased and cut by it again.

At this moment, the heavy sword went crazy, tossing on the battle platform, and repeatedly holding Tian Nongxiang to the ground, trying to get rid of his shackles.

One person and one sword, tossing for more than half an hour.

This kind of landscape stunned everyone.

At first, the monks who watched the battle also sweated for the farmers, and after a long time, they were all surprised.

Whispers began in the crowd.

"Could it be that the power of that heavy sword decreases with the cultivation of the challenger?" someone asked in a low voice not believing what he saw.

Someone next to him shook his head, "No, I haven't heard of it." ”

"Then why can a Boyi Realm last so long on the battle platform?"

The man shook his head again, "I don't know!"

The other answered, "Haven't you heard? ”

"Leapfrogging battle? impossible!"

"How could it be impossible? Senior Brother Yan Ming was defeated by his men. ”

"I've also heard that Senior Brother Yan Ming was defeated by one of his demonic daggers. ”

"That's also a defeat!"

"Why did he lose it? Senior Brother Yan Ming's set of starry and cloudy swords clearly restrained him from moving, if he hadn't had a demonic dagger, he would have been captured by Senior Brother Yan Ming. ”

Zi Yan glanced at Yanyue, and her heart was mixed. A few days ago, I was chasing and shouting to beat the young man, scolding others for stealing swordsmanship, but I didn't expect them to be so strong. Fortunately, he didn't do it with himself that day, otherwise, it would have been a shame for himself.

Yanyue also raised her eyes to look at her. I was also thinking about what happened a few days ago.

At this time, Tian Nongxiang poured his whole heart into the heavy sword, and was urged by him to reach the mana, and constantly poured his hands into it, trying to spy on the heavy sword.

Suddenly, a drop of crystal blood flashed at the back of his head, and a wisp of green silk scattered......

Tian Nong was shocked. Demon Blood!

As soon as his mind moved, his breath stopped, and the invisible force in the heavy sword surged like a river and a sea.

Tian Nongxiang was frightened in his heart, but he didn't want to let go, so he hurriedly urged the Ancient Xuanjing to fight against the invisible force.

The demonic blood instantly skyrocketed and spread everywhere. Suddenly, the nameless power on the heavy sword, like a flood pouring into his body.

Tian Nong Xiang was shocked, what is the situation?

At the same time, the rune in his body suddenly swelled and collided in all directions, and the white particles scattered all over his body also shone with a bright light, and there was a crisp sound everywhere around his body.

It's not good! Because of that drop of demon blood, the balance in the body was broken. Originally, the holy rune was dominant, but at this time, the demon blood was challenging the status of the holy rune.

Tian Nongxiang's heart was pounding.

As the nameless power on the heavy sword continued to pour in, the drop of demonic blood in his body became more and more active, and gradually, the crystal blue blood spread throughout his body.

Roar!

Tian Nongxiang suddenly couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar, and his voice filled the sky.

With the sound of roaring, the frightened monks retreated again and again, and some people even retreated without hurrying, but they were shocked out by the roar.

At this time, he didn't want to challenge on the battle platform anymore, and threw the heavy sword out with all his strength while retreating, trying to release the hilt of the sword and jump out of the battle circle, but after several efforts, the heavy sword seemed to be stuck in his hand, and he couldn't shake it off.

Looking from a distance, I saw the farmer roaring, smashing his heavy sword on the ground.

Bang bang bang......

The entire ground shook as the impact shook with a sonic shock.

Outside the sword forest, the pavilion master's face was grim: Demonization......?

At this moment, a phantom slowly appeared in front of him, and a statue of white light stood in front of him.

The pavilion master and the others hurriedly stepped forward, "Master!" "Master!"

The White Light Statue glanced at them and set its gaze on the Sword Forest.

"Master, junior brother, he ......" As soon as the third elder spoke, he was stopped by the white light statue raising his hand.

The white light statue stared at the farmer Xiang Xiang in the sword forest for a long time, and said to himself: "The resurrection of the Demon Venerable, is it necessary to respond to the omen on his body?"

The crowd was stunned.

Pavilion Master Mo Baichuan hurriedly stepped forward, "Master, rescue the little junior brother first?"

The White Light Statue shook its head, "Don't worry!

"He seems to be demonized!" said the Pavilion Master.

The white light statue nodded, "This son is amazing, if he returns to the holy path, the blessing of the common people, and if he returns to the demon path, the disaster of all souls!"

"This ......" The pavilion master was just about to speak, only to see a second-generation disciple of the pavilion with a panicked expression and hurriedly rushed.

Mo Baichuan was taken aback: Could it be that something happened in the pavilion?

The disciple rushed to the front and whispered, "Pavilion Master, all the thirty-two disciples sent by my Pavilion to the Wanque Mausoleum have fallen, and their bodies are hanging outside the door of our Pavilion. ”

Mo Baichuan was taken aback and asked, "What's the matter?"

The disciple hesitated for a moment and said, "I have sent my disciples to Tian Guo to inquire about the news, and the Wanque Mausoleum has been razed to the ground, and King Zhen is nowhere to be found. ”

The white light statue sighed, "The big change has fallen, I don't know if my pavilion can withstand this difficulty!" As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the sword forest and said to himself, "If the Holy Spirit goes to war, I don't know how many of these low-level monks will survive." ”

Everyone present gasped.

Is it true that a monk of Master's rank will also go to war? If this is the case, how can ordinary monks still have a place to live?

"Wouldn't it?" said the Fifth Elder.

The White Light Statue glanced at him, "Nothing is impossible. Then he swept over a dozen elders and said, "Jiechuan stays to take care of the sword forest, and the others can leave." ”

Mo Baichuan and the others were also anxious to deal with the fall of the monks in the pavilion, and left one after another.

The little princess was also secretly shocked. She heard the conversation between the ancestor and the elders just now, such a big event happened in the pavilion, it stands to reason that the pavilion master should go back. But she cared about Tian Nongxiang, so she stayed.

First, the ancestor suddenly arrived, and then the pavilion master and the elders left in a hurry. The sudden change made the monks of the Sword Pavilion very puzzled. It's not clear what exactly happened today. Could it be that something big happened in the cabinet? For a while, the crowd speculated.

In the sword forest, Tian Nongxiang was still smashing the heavy sword. The dense black mist that was originally wrapped on the heavy sword was extremely thin at this time.

Bang!

The heavy sword was broken into two pieces and disappeared in an instant, and then a void door gradually flashed.

The crowd was stunned. A Boyi Realm monk actually broke through the third level. It's incredible.

And Tian Nongxiang is still going crazy outside the void. At this time, he was completely black, his breath was strange and domineering, and the sound of roars came and went.

With a plop, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and his body had already flown away from the sand and stones, gathering towards him. Gradually, a huge whirlpool was formed, whistling and circling on the battle platform.

This strange sight stunned everyone. What the hell happened to him? How could a Boyi Realm have such a powerful aura?

However, what no one expected was that Tian Nongxiang was in pain at this time, and the holy talisman and demon blood in his body were violently colliding.

One cleansed within him, tearing at the carrion and rebuilding it, and the other spread around, devouring his body.

In the glue between the two strange objects, the white dots of the stars flickered, shooting out dazzling bright lights, shuttling and wandering in the gaps. The Ten Thousand Extinguishing Divine Lamp also flickered with a faint light at this moment, dragging Tian Nongxiang's painful soul from leaving his body.

Tian Nongxiang constantly urged the ancient Xuanjing, pulling the roaring dragon in his body to boost the holy talisman through.

It was one of the weirdest experiences I've ever had. It is clearly a body of his own, completely out of his control, but it is being fought for and eroded by some inexplicable materials.