"Firebird!?"

In the elder seat, including Elder Wu Fa, all the outer gate elders and deacon elders were now dumbfounded.

This... What kind of martial spirit!?

It's terrifying, isn't it?

A moment later, Great Elder Wu Fa, who suddenly woke up, his eyes flashed, as if he remembered something, and instantly burned, his eyes burst into madness, and a wild breath surged out from his body uncontrollably.

The more than a dozen elders beside Elder Wu Fa were shocked by the impact of his aura, and they turned their heads to look at them suspiciously.

I saw that Elder Wu Fada's eyes were red, his whole body trembled, and his face was ecstatic.

Firebird!?

Hum! This is not a firebird martial spirit!

This... It's a legend!

The fire god Vermilion Bird, hovering in mid-air, a pair of phoenix eyes, golden light, wings flapping, two flame tornadoes composed of golden flames suddenly appeared, towards the ring, has shrunk to a corner of the Netherworld Ghost Domain.

Call! Call!

The Golden Flame Tornado, extremely fast, swept all the way, and a large area of black clouds were swallowed up, sucked into the Golden Flame Tornado, and dissipated without a trace.

A moment later, when the two golden flame tornadoes swept across and gradually dissipated above the ring, all the black clouds and ghostly qi were swept away.

Only, Du Wansong, who was stunned and dumbfounded, held the Twin Evil Spirit Sword with dim light, and he was as stiff as petrified.

Chirp~~!

The loud phoenix roar suddenly sounded, ********, roaring through the sky!

Chu Yan raised his hand and waved lightly, and the Vermilion Bird Martial Soul hovering in the air turned into a golden light, rushed straight down, and disappeared into Chu Yan's body in an instant.

Immediately, on and off the stage, everyone woke up at the same time, and glared at Chu Yan in unison, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, all red, looking at Chu Yan's eyes, as if seeing a god.

"You... What kind of martial soul are you!? ”

Du Wansong, who woke up, turned pale, glared at Chu Yan fiercely, and roared like thunder.

"Why did you tell you?" Chu Yan sneered, looking indifferent.

"I... I'll kill you! Give it to me... Die! ”

Ninety-nine to one!

When Du Wansong heard this, his face was as hideous as a ghost, his green muscles burst out, and at the same time, the double evil spirit sword in his hand, the true qi lingered, roaring out, and in an instant, it condensed into eighty-one sword qi...

Most of these eighty-one sword qi are ordinary sword qi, but there is a real lore sword qi!

"This is Du Wansong's famous stunt, "Ninety-Nine to One Swordsmanship"! , Chu Yan be careful! ”

Many of the outer disciples in the audience recognized Du Wansong's sword skills, and in a hurry, they reminded loudly.

Eighty-one sword lights broke out of the sky, the void trembled slightly, and the sword roared loudly in the sky, endlessly, gathering together, shocking the earth.

Offstage, some of the outer disciples who were close to each other had trembling eardrums and their faces turned pale.

Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout!

Eighty-one sword lights, forming a sword rain in the sky, enveloping a large space, crushed towards Chu Yan, with a magnificent momentum and swept like a tide.

The fierce sword qi frenzy surged towards Chu Yan!

The sword qi that rushed to his face was coming, and the sharp qi made Chu Yan frown slightly, and he felt a trace of surprise!

But, just a hint...

"This swordsmanship, not bad, stronger than the ghost domain just now!"

Chu Yan raised his hand and pinched his chin, his divine sense was fully opened, he locked all the eighty-one sword qi, studied it carefully, his eyes flashed, and he nodded slightly.

Ninety-nine to one swordsmanship!

Although there is only one sword to be true, the strongest sword is contained in the rest of the sword qi, changing from time to time, and it is difficult for ordinary martial artists to distinguish at all, let alone resist.

However, Chu Yan's divine consciousness had already reached the level of innate realm invincibility, and Du Wansong's sword could not escape his divine sense lock.

The next moment, the essence of Chu Yan's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Although, in Chu Yan's opinion, Du Wansong's swordsmanship is very strong.

Moreover, between the sword moves, there was obviously a trace of Dacheng sword intent, and the power was amazing.

This Du Wansong can become the "first person in the outer gate", crushing tens of thousands of outer disciples with his absolute strength, this strange swordsmanship, no one can imagine that no one can break it.

"Die!"

Du Wansong saw Chu Yan standing still, thinking that Chu Yan, like other martial artists, was unable to resist at all, so he couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted.

At the same time, the figure flashed rapidly, and under the urging of the true qi, the eighty-one sword qi changed again, and the speed skyrocketed, turning into a streamer, and slashing straight towards Chu Yan.

"Playing with a sword in front of me!? Huh..."

Among the eighty-one sword qi after Chu Yan's divine consciousness locked and changed, the real sword of lore, and then, Chu Yan moved.

The black robe was flying, and Chu Yan turned around suddenly, his eyes like ice.

Draw the sword!

Haotian is light, the sword is like thunder, and the speed is like lightning!

Shout!

That dazzling sword ray, through the layers of sword rain, accurately slashed at one of the eighty-one sword qi.

Rumble!

The sword light exploded, the sword qi rolled, and the heaven-shattering sword roared loudly, and the sword shadow in the sky instantly dissipated, and everyone's eyes were suddenly empty.

"What!?"

"It's... That's impossible! ”

Du Wansong's whole body was shocked, and his triangular eyes were full of shock.

This move, "Ninety-Nine to One", even if it is an inner disciple of Ling Tian Sect, may not be able to accept it.

This Chu Yan, a kid from the Qi Refining Realm, how could he directly see the flaws in this sword, this... No way!

"Could it be that he is blinded?"

Du Wansong's eyes flashed, and he finally found a reasonable explanation for not believing that Chu Yan could break this sword at all.

Yes~! Yes~~!

The whole face was completely distorted, Du Wan's hair was flying, and the true qi of his whole body was soaring wildly.

Innate Realm Six Heavens!

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

When Du Wansong's true qi increased to the extreme, the audience resounded with the sound of gasping cold air!

The first person in the outer door, Du Wansong! Cultivation has actually reached the Innate Realm Six Heavens!

This kind of cultivation, even among the inner disciples, can be ranked as medium strength, but unexpectedly, he has been entrenched in the outer gate for several years.

However, this kind of cultivation strength, looking at the outer door of tens of thousands of disciples of the entire Ling Tian Sect, is definitely a well-deserved "first person in the outer gate".

The six heavens of the innate realm, all the true qi, explode!

A terrifying terrifying force poured out from Du Wansong's body, frantically rushing into the twin evil spirit swords in his hands.

In an instant, the Twin Evil Spirit Sword in Du Wansong's hand, the originally slightly dim black and white sword light, suddenly skyrocketed!

Swish! Swish!

One black and one white, two sword rays, turned into two divine swords, and went straight to the sky.

At this moment, Du Wansong's face showed a crazy look, and under the hideousness on his face, there was a sinister laugh that made the scalp numb.

Behind him, above the sky, one black and one white, two divine swords, slowly merging, turning into a sword with a black tip and a white sword body, huge and bright.

His martial soul, the head of the terrifying ghost king with blood-red eyes and fangs, threw out a black light, shining on the black and white sword.

In an instant, the body of the black and white sword gang soared by three points again, and the fierce sword qi rushed out, setting off a huge wave of sword qi several zhang high, surging like a tide, sweeping away.

With a touch of blood red, Du Wansong's sword-holding hands cracked, and blood overflowed!

"Nether Ghost King Slash!"

Crazy face! Crazy Sword! Crazy slash out...

As Du Wansong roared violently, the black and white two-color sword suspended in front of him slashed out, and all the way through, the void was completely cracked, and lightning flashed and thundered!

Chu Yan's face finally showed a trace of solemnity, his eyes burst into light, the four cyclones in his body were running wildly, and the black Rakshasa true qi was surging out, and the majestic power, like a frenzied wave, brought countless cyclones around him.

Shout!

Chu Yan moved!