The anger in the field was tense, and as Mu Xingye took the lead in killing Fu Enqiu, all the Shadowless Gate Golden Character Masters followed closely and also killed him. Lang Xiaoqi took a slight breath, the dullness in his chest seemed to be gradually getting better, and he immediately swung his long sword into the arena.

Although he admires the enmity, he still knows what he should do at this time. He did not allow himself to break his promises. What's more, with that person's strength and power, he can't allow himself to lose his trust.

Fu Enqiu has reached the third battle at this time. Although the opponents are still these Shadowless Sect masters, and no one has been added, the lineup of the two major saint ranks and the peak of more than ten great grandmasters is really too powerful.

What's more, because of the magic sword, everyone shot more aggressively, and all kinds of tricks came to Fu Enqiu, and there was no longer the slightest emotion to talk about.

After fighting for a while, Fu Enqiu already felt very difficult.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he saw Lang Xiaoqi's face cold, fighting his already injured body, and once again used the Stacking Waves Sword Technique. And as soon as it came up, it was a huge and incomparable sword light, slashing towards the top of Fu Enqiu's head. At the same time, Lang Xiaoqi's deep voice came: "I advise Your Excellency, let's hand over the magic sword!"

"Hmph!" Fu Enqiu snorted coldly, at this time he had already played a real fire, and the appreciation of Lang Xiaoqi in his heart was instantly thrown out of the clouds.

"If you want a magic sword, then fill it with your life. Fu Enqiu shouted, and the murderous aura filled the field.

I saw him throw out a sword light with his backhand, facing Lang Xiaoqi's sword light practice. Without stopping in his hand, the long sword flashed again and again, and three sword lights were swung out in a row, two sword lights killed Mu Xingye, and the other sword light killed Lang Xiaoqi in the field with a dull sound of wind and thunder.

Lang Xiaoqi had already felt Fu Enqiu's murderous heart, and he felt a little bitter in his heart, but at this time, he couldn't slack off at all. I saw this sword light flashing by, and with the killing intent of Fu Envenge, it slashed straight towards his chest.

Lang Xiaoqi took a deep breath, the long sword in his hand slashed horizontally, and a sword light swung out, blocking Fu Enqiu's sword light. But the other party's sword light was obviously extraordinarily condensed, it was a real and ruthless move, could he block it? In this instant, such a thought passed through his heart.

Mu Xingye brandished his big knife to block the two sword lights that Fu Enqiu slashed towards him, and turned his head to see Lang Xiaoqi's crisis at the moment. Getting the bright sword light, it looks so unstoppable. Helplessly, he was too busy to take care of himself at this time, where could he still come to the rescue. The gold-lettered masters wielded weapons to kill Fu Enqiu, but the threat posed to him was extremely limited. Without Lang Xiaoqi and Mu Xingye being contained, although there were a large number of people, there was no better way to deal with Fu Enven, who had a very high swordsmanship realm, except to make a move against the white shadows in the audience.

often Fu Enqiu's body flickered, and he dodged the attack of everyone. Often, Fu Enqiu's sword light swept by, and it disintegrated the killing moves of more than a dozen of his own people. There are too many differences in strength and realm.

It was because of Fu Envenge that he aimed his killing move at Lang Xiaoqi, who was already injured. Putting aside the situation at this time, Fu Enqiu still admires Lang Xiaoqi in his heart, at least he doesn't want the other party to lose his life. But providence makes people, doesn't it?

Lang Xiaoqi's expression was solemn, looking at the sword light that had already come closer. It seems to have a faint color, and people can't help but be a little intoxicated.

He closed his eyes, and in an instant, many memories came to mind. When I was a child, I practiced swords in the waves, when I was young, I wandered the continent by myself, and when I was middle-aged, I lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests... Their respective memories flowed over in an instant, "No, I can't die." There was a cry from the bottom of my heart.

"Xiao Qi, you block quickly, block it quickly!" Mu Xingye let out a roar like a beast, and everyone's eyes looked at Lang Xiaoqi.

In an instant, the closed eyes suddenly opened, only to see the light in his eyes flickering, and the long sword slowly stabbed past. A sword light that was so subtle that it was almost invisible emanated from the tip of the sword, piercing straight towards the sword light that Fu Enqiu swung out, which seemed to be a crescent moon.

Quiet, very quiet. At this time, there was no sound, and the two sword lights seemed to have filled everyone's eyes.

The sword light intersected, and a slight crisp sound came out.

Fu Enqiu's eyes froze, he couldn't see the joy and sorrow, and said lightly: "Congratulations, your swordsmanship has improved again." ”

Lang Xiaoqi inhaled slowly, nodded and said, "Thank you so much this time! If it weren't for watching your sword moves before, I don't know when I would have realized it." ”

"Come on, let me see what realm you have comprehended?" Fu Enqiu's eyes lit up, and it seemed that he only had the desire for the sword realm left, but as for the situation in front of him, he didn't seem to care.

"If you want to die, then it will be as you wish. Lang Xiaoqi hadn't spoken yet, but Mu Xingye couldn't bear it anymore. He saw that Lang Xiaoqi's strength had increased greatly, and his own victory was already in sight, and his heart suddenly became a little happy. As long as he takes back the magic sword, his responsibility will be fulfilled.

Lang Xiaoqi frowned slightly, but the long sword that was slightly raised already indicated his position at this time.

"How about you and I fight again?" Fu Enqiu didn't care about Mu Xingye on the side, and said to Lang Xiaoqi.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey!" Lang Xiaoqi nodded intently.

"Hmph, boy, don't forget that you're alone, and it's stupid to want to fight alone at this time. Mu Xingye's arm was raised, and he was about to attack with all the golden character masters.

Although Lang Xiaoqi's face was a little displeased, he did not refute it.

"Really?" another voice rang out in the room, this voice was low and cold, as if it sounded in the hearts of everyone, making it impossible to distinguish the direction.

Mu Xingye's arm froze in the air, looked left and right, and shouted: "What kind of person, pretending to be a ghost, don't show up soon!"

"Oh, I'm right in front of you. There was a slight coldness in his voice.

Mu Xingye looked for the voice, and his gaze stopped at the white light and shadow behind Fu Enqiu. For a moment, everyone looked at the white light and shadow.

"Haha, Brother Ye, I knew you wouldn't let me down. Fu Enqiu laughed, relieved.

"Hehe, Brother Fu is also a good skill, the swordsmanship realm you have revealed this time is very different from before!" The white light gradually thinned, revealing a young man dressed in black inside. The young man had a cold breath all over his body, and there seemed to be some holy taste, and he looked really contradictory.

On the pitch-black long sword in his hand, a piece of white jade with dazzling white light was attached to the sword body, which was particularly eye-catching.

Ye Wuhui slowly took off the white jade, put it in his arms, and stood side by side with Fu Enqiu in the field.

Mu Xingye looked the black-clothed young man up and down, and only after a while did he say, "You are Ye Wuhui, this sword is the Black Flame Divine Sword." There was something strange in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Ye Wuhui didn't answer, and he couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Brother Fu, let's go!" Ye Wuhui said lightly.

"Oh?" Fu Enqiu was slightly stunned, and subconsciously said, "Okay, let's go." ”

Ye Wuhui didn't look at the others, and walked in the direction of the stone steps.

"Hmph, want to go? It's not that easy. Mu Xingye snorted coldly. If Ye Wuhui and the two wanted to leave, they had to pass through the obstruction of the masters of the Shadowless Sect.

The contradiction is unusually clear and obvious.

"Brother Ye, I'm afraid they won't let us go. Fu Enqiu took a step and said on the side.

"Oh. Ye Wuhui shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "They don't have a choice." ”

"Kill!" Mu Xingye had a long knife in his hand, and naturally refused to back down.

"Hmph. Ye Wuhui snorted softly, his body flashed, and he had swept in front of Mu Xingye, and the black flame sword stabbed out instantly, and it had reached Mu Xingye's chest, so fast that it was unstoppable.

If you want to compare Ye Wuhui's swordsmanship with Fu Enqiu, it is also very easy. A complex and changeable, deep sword intent. A move that has almost no moves, but the speed and timing of the shot are just right.

One is a swordsman and the other is a killer.

Ye Wuhui only took out a sword, and Mu Xingye almost felt that death was coming. "Ahh The long knife in his hand was close to his body, spinning out a sword light like a golden bell. The sword light blocked the Black Flame Sword and saved Mu Xingye's life.

"Hmm, the sword light around the body?" Ye Wuhui slowly withdrew his long sword, his eyes full of cold murderous aura.

Mu Xingye's body swept into the crowd, Ye Wuhui stared at him with both eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Xingye Ring Technique, are you Mu Xingye?"

There are some people who are very talented, who have created some wonderful moves that can be used to attack or defend... What Mu Xingye just used was the Hoshino Ring Technique that he had been thinking about for many years and created himself.

Named after a Saint-Order Master, it can be seen that it is extraordinary.

Mu Xingye was stared at by Ye Wuhui at this moment, and he only felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Fu Enqiu was originally with Lang Xiaoqidou, and when he heard Ye Wuhui's words at this moment, he turned his head and replied: "Brother Ye, he is Mu Xingye, what's wrong?" He noticed the murderous aura in Ye Wuhui's eyes, which was different from usual, and looked extremely cold.

"You are Mu Xingye..."Ye Wuhui repeated a sentence. Immediately, the Black Flame Sword stretched out, and he was about to kill Mu Xingye.

"Haha!" Mu Xingye laughed: "You do have a reason to kill me, come on... I'm not going to sit back. There was determination in his eyes, as if there was still a glimmer of hope.

"How could he hope?" Fu Enqiu understood Mu Xingye's fleeting expression, and his heart was extremely puzzled.

Who doesn't want to live, but is willing to lose his life?

At this moment, the altar that was hanging in the air suddenly made a clicking sound, and this sound was heard in everyone's ears, and the fear it brought was far away from the cold murderous aura that Ye Wuhui exuded.

"Let's go, I'm going to step here!" Lang Xiaoqi shouted, his figure flew out, and swept straight towards the steps. He clearly cherished his life.

"Brother Ye, this place is not suitable for a long time. Fu Enqiu swept to Ye Wuhui's side, and his voice was slightly urgent.

"Haha, Ye Wuhui, you want to kill me, it seems that God still wants me to live a little longer!" Mu Xingye laughed wildly.

At this moment, Ye Wuhui's murderous aura had already permeated his whole body, and he almost couldn't help but make a move.

The altar has begun to tilt and collapse... The stone fell, smashing into the hot lava underground, splashing crimson flowers.

"Brother Ye, if you don't leave, it's too late. Fu Enqiu reminded anxiously. Even though they were all powerful Saint-rank masters, they still seemed so fragile and small in the face of the natural power of heaven and earth.

Ye Wuhui took a deep breath, his body was slightly loosened, and then he said, "Let's go." ”

Immediately, the two of them rose into the air and were about to sweep towards the stone steps. At this moment, a blood-red palm with whirring flesh suddenly appeared on Fu Enqiu's back, and grabbed it straight towards the scroll.

"Heh!" Fu Enqiu snorted coldly, and slashed his backhand sword towards the palm. The demon boy has been hidden for so long, just to get back this magic sword that originally belonged to him.

Unexpectedly, Fu Enqiu seems to have been prepared. The demon boy didn't succeed, and disappeared again. Fu Enqiu forced the demon boy away with a sword, and then borrowed his toes on the stone slab that had been tilted down, and went up the stone steps smoothly.

Ye Wuhui stood here, his face still cold. At this time, the people of the Shadowless Gate no longer had the heart to intercept the two of them, and they all rushed to the stone steps. Namu Xingye and Lang Xiaoqi had no trace at the moment, and they had obviously taken the opportunity to leave first.

Fu Enqiu and Ye Wuhui, the strength of the two, although there are many people in the Shadowless Gate, it is really impossible to keep the two.

The stone steps, which are not wide, are extremely crowded at this moment.

I saw that the altar, which was originally flat, had completely tilted down at this time, and it was only a moment before it was about to fall into the red magma.

From time to time, screams rang out, and there were always people who were unlucky enough to fall straight into the magma. A puff of green smoke rises to represent the complete end of a life.

"Brother Ye, why don't you leave? I think it's better for us to leave as soon as possible!" Fu Enqiu's words were true, and the chaos in the field at this time was a wonderful time for the two to leave.

"Wait. Ye Wu turned around and didn't move, the reason why he stopped was only because the feeling of calling him was extremely clear at this time. He stared at the collapsed and slanted altar, frowning slightly.

He was sure that beneath the original altar was something he was looking for. But at this point, it is obviously impossible to get it.

"Big brother, I feel that there is something like the breath on your body, I don't know what it is?" Yun'er's figure revealed from the soul jade.

"Well, I know. Ye Wuhui nodded slightly.

"Big brother, do you want Yun'er to help you bring it?" Yun'er said volunteerly.

"Oh, can you get it?" Ye Wuhui was slightly surprised, and then said, "It's too dangerous here, so you better not go." ”

"Hehe, big brother, don't worry, Yun'er only has a soul, there will be no danger, you just look at it. After Yun'er finished speaking, the shadow flashed, and she arrived at the altar that was about to fall into the magma. Ye Wu looked back at her, his face slightly warm.

The demon boy was in mid-air at this time, and he sat cross-legged like this. Not only will it not fall, but others can't see him, which is really weird. Its blood-red eyes looked at Yun'er's figure, as if it had seen food, shining with a strange light.

After only a moment, Yun'er found something and flew up with it. Her speed was extremely fast, Fu Enqiu looked in the direction of Ye Wuhui's attention, only to see a scroll floating up abruptly, and the speed was extremely fast, floating straight into Ye Wuhui's arms. He couldn't see Yun'er, and he was really puzzled in his heart. Licking his face and looking at Ye Wuhui, Ye Wuhui ignored him, and said lightly: "Let's go!"

Fu Enqiu had many doubts in his heart, and he had to swallow it in his stomach at this moment. The two of them moved their way up, swept past the masters of the Shadowless Gate, and came straight to the ground.

PS: To be continued.