The sword power displayed by the sword star is undoubted, it is incomparably wonderful, and the use of the sword is probably still above Lin Feng, and the control of the flying sword is breathtaking.

The Demon God Temple Tianjiao who fought had no temper, he didn't have the power to fight back at all, he was afraid of stimulating the Demon Pattern, and he couldn't change the situation, and the gorgeous sword rain that was cast in the end directly annihilated the confidence of the Demon God Temple Tianjiao.

With the Demon God Temple celestial pride admitting defeat, Sword Star undoubtedly won the duel, and the circular shroud slowly descended, enveloping the two of them before flying back into the sky.

At this time, Shi Qing was in the process of comprehension, the control method of this flying sword was too mysterious, and if he wanted to reach the level of the sword star, he would probably need to practice no less than a thousand times to achieve it.

Shi Qing's Yuan Shen sat in front of the towering ancient tree transformed by the founding spirit, a small sword as crystal as jade, suspended above the knees of the Yuan Shen, it was crystal clear, and the sword body was engraved with a striped road, which was complex, shining with moonlight, reflecting each other, very mysterious.

When the light of the little sword became more and more vigorous, wisps of silky divine power floated out of the source of divine power, and these divine powers surrounded the little sword, as if waiting for something......

Time passed little by little, and suddenly, wisps of snow-white air appeared in the light of the sword body, like blooming petals, and after seeing it, the divine power on the periphery saw it, as if the treasure that had been waiting for a long time to be born, they moved forward one after another.

Shi Qing noticed the changes in his body, and his face fused, because this small sword had spent a lot of effort on his own, and it was not easy to construct it, in case it was destroyed by those few wisps of divine power, it would be too late for him to cry.

"Infinite Universe Magic Skill" was running, and all the divine power in the body was controlled by Shi Qing, but what made people laugh and cry was that the few strands of silk-like divine power around the little sword were like wild horses that had taken off the reins, and suddenly rushed to the sword body of the little sword.

"It's over!" Shi Qing wanted to cry without tears, "My swordsmanship!"

Just when Shi Qing complained, the small sword in his body, instead of being destroyed, was even sharper, and if he was not careful, it grew several times, and it was originally only as long as a palm, but now it was the same as a normal long sword.

"What kind of operation is this, why don't I understand?" "The second monk Shi Qingzhang was puzzled, "My obedient, the fluorescent small sword in the body of the sword star is only that size, I'm ...... It's bigger!"

The little sword that has become bigger, Shi Qing doesn't know what to call it, since you are the most critical thing to control the flying sword, let's call you the sword of Guiyuan!

The sword of Guiyuan hovered above the head of the Yuanshen villain, and suddenly, the source of divine power trembled, and streams of divine power sprung up like rain, floating towards the sword of Guiyuan.

In an instant, those golden divine powers, according to the trajectory of the lines on the sword body, filled in little by little, and when all the filling was completed, this sword of Guiyuan bloomed with golden light, and the Yuan Shen villain below suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes shot out golden light, like a sharp sword, extremely sharp.

Then the general golden flying sword appeared out of thin air around the Yuan Shen villain, and after a careful count, there were actually as many as eighteen, which was completely twice the number of Sword Stars.

Seeing so many flying swords, Shi Qing was depressed: "When did I separate so many flying swords, am I mistaken?"

Shi Qing didn't think much about the appearance of so many flying swords out of thin air, anyway, the more flying swords, the more powerful they became, and the more flying swords, the better.

Eighteen flying swords formed a circle around the Yuan Shen villain, and the sword of Guiyuan above his head suddenly shot out eighteen golden silk threads from the sword body, as thick as a little thumb.

These silk threads were like tentacles, which were attached to the hilts of the eighteen flying swords, and then a wisp of silver-white air flowed from the sword of Guiyuan, along the silk threads, and submerged into the eighteen flying swords.

Shi Qing quietly observed all this, these have been out of the control of the sword, and he doesn't know when it will be completed, after observing it again for a few minutes, he saw that those silver-white air currents were still being instilled on the flying sword, so he didn't wait anymore, his attention moved out of his body, and returned to reality.

Now the final battle of the top twelve has begun outside, and after this one is over, it means that half of the twelve Tianjiao on the field will leave.

Shi Qing glanced to the right, the seriously injured Luo Xiaoyun had already sobered up, he knew very well that he had been defeated, and he was not decadent because of this, but there was more mature charm in his eyes than before, this is probably growth.

What was going on off the field was the last duel, it was Yuan Dongwei and Motian, for Yuan Dongwei, Shi Qing still had a general understanding, a few years ago, the big competition of Baidao Academy, gave him the feeling that this person did not admit defeat, and he was very ambitious.

Although Yuan Dongwei has had opportunities, his opponent is equally terrifying, and the person who can be with Xue Yaohui can invisibly give people huge pressure.

The facts also clearly confirm this, from beginning to end, Demon Tian did not move half a step, but Yuan Dongwei's body was full of wounds, and there was still a lot of demonic qi left on those wounds, these demonic qi was more dangerous than poison, just like the sword intent of the swordsman, it would continue to erode the flesh of the injured person.

Yuan Dongwei was half-kneeling, the knee of his left leg fell to the ground, and he could see that there were several cracks in the ground where he was pressed, and he held a huge blood-colored knife with both hands, the tip of the knife was inserted into the ground, and the blood slid down his arm from the handle to the ground, and those blood spread everywhere along the cracks in the ground.

Yuan Dongwei leaned all the weight of his body on the blood-colored broadsword, his messy hair was scattered, like an embarrassment, he panted heavily, and the unwillingness on his face was very strong.

"A few years have passed, and your character has always remained the same, alas!" Looking at Yuan Dongwei below, memories came flooding back in his heart, Shi Qing couldn't help but sigh, "Still so stubborn!"

Mo Tian's whole body was covered by black demonic energy, and he couldn't see whether his face was happy or sad, from the beginning he showed amazing strength, he couldn't solve it with one move, and it didn't take two moves, every time Yuan Dongwei raised his knife and slashed, Mo Tian didn't even move his body a little, and resisted the opponent's slash.

Yuan Dongwei's knife slashed at Mo Tian's body, and the sound of impact was strong, but it was like cutting a hard iron weapon, with a roaring sound, and a knife slashed like a storm, sparks erupted, like scattered fireworks, but such an attack could not cause damage to Mo Tian, and even the demonic qi on his body did not split a little.

"You're not my opponent, let's admit defeat!" This is the first time since Motian appeared, and he spoke without a trace of emotion, and he could sense from his voice that this person should be very indifferent.

This sentence hit Yuan Dongwei deeply, and he read it in pieces: "I can't lose, I can't lose, and I will never admit defeat." ”

Then the sound became louder and louder, so that the whole audience could hear his unwilling roar.

No way, for Yuan Dongwei, it is impossible to win, it's just the length of time it ends, and from the strength he has shown since the opening, it is not better than the previous ones, it can only be said that it is okay.

Yuan Dongwei has engraved the character of not admitting defeat in his bones, over the years, no one knows how he came over, a spirit from the island, can have the opportunity to enter the sky city, the effort can be imagined, I am afraid that he knows that he can not defeat the demon sky, and he still fights his own life and faces it without hesitation, this kind of courage is admirable.

"Motian, I admit that you are strong, but it doesn't mean that I will obediently admit defeat!" Yuan Dongwei stood up with difficulty, his swaying body, like a residual leaf swaying on a branch in the wind, and he might fall down at any time.

"Untie the knife, open!" I saw that the blood-colored blade came out with blood-colored air currents, and those air currents were wrapped around Yuan Dongwei's body, and then there was a faint light on his chest, which seemed to be faint, but it made people feel palpitations.

"Is this the Spirit of the Overlord?" Yuan Dongwei's movement made Shi Qing curious, and immediately urged the Eye of Creation to take a closer look, and immediately felt puzzled, "At this time, it doesn't make much sense to urge the Spirit of the Overlord Sword?" ”

I saw that the light on Yuan Dongwei's chest was getting stronger and stronger, and in an instant, a bloody light burst out, Hao Ran was the spirit of the overlord sword in his body, and then those blood-colored air currents all submerged into the spirit of the overlord sword, and finally turned into a blood-colored sticky substance, which made people feel very strange.

"What is he going to do?" Shi Qing couldn't figure it out, so he could only observe quietly.

Yuan Dongwei raised the blood-colored broadsword in his hand, grabbed the blood-colored goo in the air with his other hand, grabbed the blood-colored goo in his hand, and then slapped the blood-colored goo into the blood-colored dagger heavily.

Suddenly, the blade shone with blood-colored light, and this light went straight to the sky, and the air waves brought by it were all blood-colored, and the air continued to spread in all directions, and the air was dyed blood-red, feeling like being in a sea of blood.

This kind of change made people feel surprised, and all the Tianjiao looked at the person holding the blood-colored broadsword, and Shi Qing was also very surprised, fixed his eyes, looked at it, didn't know, and was startled.

He found that the blood-colored big knife in Yuan Dongwei's hand had actually turned into a divine spirit treasure, which was really incredible.

"Could this be the adventure he got?" Shi Qing urged the Eye of Creation again, and was surprised to find that Yuan Dongwei's spirit of the sword resides on the blood-colored broadsword, and like the sword of Guiyuan in his body, it is fused with the blood-colored broadsword of the spirit of the sword, and a series of cumbersome lines appear on the knife body.

Shi Qing wanted to observe further, but Yuan Dongwei at the bottom began to move, at this time, he was completely different from before, and his speed was unbelievably fast.

He rushed on the road, as if he was teleporting, disappeared all at once, reappeared all at once, and came to the front of the demon heaven in an instant.

Yuan Dongwei held the blood-colored broadsword of the divine product in his hand, and slashed hard, a blood-colored light appeared on the lines on the knife body, and then from the blade, a blood-colored knife appeared.

The blood-colored knife gang tore through the space, and even the earth was shaken apart by this knife momentum. In the face of such a terrifying Dao Gang, Mo Tian was different from what he had behaved before, and the demonic energy on his body suddenly tumbled, condensing a round shield to block the shield.

The knife collided with the shield, and suddenly, a powerful impact spread, like a hurricane, blowing sand and soil on the ground all over the sky.